Is there a script your heart lays out when talking about the soul?
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Friday, November 11, 2016
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Mindful
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass.
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass.
VIA MARY OLIVER
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Twelve Things To Remember
1. The value of time
2. The success of perseverance
3. The pleasure of working
4. The dignity of simplicity
5. The worth of character
6. The power of kindness
7. The influence of example
8.The obligation of duty
9. The wisdom of economy
10. The virtue of patience
11. The improvement of talent
12. The joy of originating
2. The success of perseverance
3. The pleasure of working
4. The dignity of simplicity
5. The worth of character
6. The power of kindness
7. The influence of example
8.The obligation of duty
9. The wisdom of economy
10. The virtue of patience
11. The improvement of talent
12. The joy of originating
VIA MARSHAL FIELD
Monday, August 22, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Eurydice
"he wants to touch me, get inside of me, know everything about me.
he wants to know how i got all these scars on my pretty little body
i tell him, sweet as i know how; baby i forget.
i drink from the river of forgetfulness.
i forget the names i forget the faces i forget the stories."
he wants to know how i got all these scars on my pretty little body
i tell him, sweet as i know how; baby i forget.
i drink from the river of forgetfulness.
i forget the names i forget the faces i forget the stories."
VIA POLAROID STORIES, NAOMI IIZUKA
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
The Thin Cries of the Spirit
What's my blood? Worse.
Where's the white? Now.
Who's to know? You.
Keep the nest near.
Where's the white? Now.
Who's to know? You.
Keep the nest near.
By gazing away, we enter more deeply into ourselves.
Is this our loss, the last reality?
VIA STRAW FOR THE FIRE, THEODORE ROETHKE
Monday, August 1, 2016
Keepsake
I am me
Truth is real
Love is harmony
Nature holds truth
it was something
it becomes something
it is something
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Friday, July 29, 2016
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
"Old Uncle Sam come down the road, tall and straight and slim
He had a shotgun in his hand and his face was hard and grim
His heels was kickin' up the dust with every step he took
And when I asked him what was wrong his whiskers fairly shook
He had a shotgun in his hand and his face was hard and grim
His heels was kickin' up the dust with every step he took
And when I asked him what was wrong his whiskers fairly shook
...
I ain’t got time to talk says he, I’m in a powerful stew
So get your gun and come along, we’ve got a job to do"
So get your gun and come along, we’ve got a job to do"
VIA CARSEN ROBINSON
Sunday, July 24, 2016
"hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath. I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour. It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience; always on the limits."
VIA WALDEN, HENRY D. THOREAU
There's No Business Like Show Business (from "Annie Get Your Gun")
"No! Let's have a treat! Let's disappear, when all the world was a party."
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
3
You mean?-
I can leap, true to the field,
I'm the lily's sovereign right?
Be a body lighted with love,
Sad, in a singing-time?
Or happy, correct as a hat?
Oh, what a webby wonder I am!
Swaying, would you believe,
Like a sapling tree
Enough to please a cloud!
The frog's had another fall
The old oak stalk still had a pulse;
I've crept from a cry.
The holy root wags the tail of a hill;
I sing the green, and things to come,
I'm king the green, and things to come,
I'm king of another condition,
So alive I could die!
The ground's beating like flamel
You fat unnecessary hags
You enemies of skin-
A dolphin's at my door!
I'm twinkling like a twig!
The lark's my heart!
I'm wild with news!
My fancy's white!
I am my faces,
Love.
Who reads in bed
-fornicates on the stove
An old dog
-Should sleep on his paws
See what the sweet harp says.
Should a song break a sleep?
The round home of a root,-
Is that the place to go?
On harsh stone.
An Eye says,
Come.
I keep dreaming of bees.
This flesh has airy bones.
Going is knowing.
I see; I seek;
I'm near.
Be true,
Skin.
I can leap, true to the field,
I'm the lily's sovereign right?
Be a body lighted with love,
Sad, in a singing-time?
Or happy, correct as a hat?
Oh, what a webby wonder I am!
Swaying, would you believe,
Like a sapling tree
Enough to please a cloud!
The frog's had another fall
The old oak stalk still had a pulse;
I've crept from a cry.
The holy root wags the tail of a hill;
I sing the green, and things to come,
I'm king the green, and things to come,
I'm king of another condition,
So alive I could die!
The ground's beating like flamel
You fat unnecessary hags
You enemies of skin-
A dolphin's at my door!
I'm twinkling like a twig!
The lark's my heart!
I'm wild with news!
My fancy's white!
I am my faces,
Love.
Who reads in bed
-fornicates on the stove
An old dog
-Should sleep on his paws
See what the sweet harp says.
Should a song break a sleep?
The round home of a root,-
Is that the place to go?
On harsh stone.
An Eye says,
Come.
I keep dreaming of bees.
This flesh has airy bones.
Going is knowing.
I see; I seek;
I'm near.
Be true,
Skin.
VIA O, THOU OPENING,O by THEODORE ROETHKE
What Kind Of Woman Is This?
"No! Let's have a treat! Let's disappear when all the world was a party."
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Given Declamation
How d'you suppose we get on like this-
fleshed hot days, locked leveled night And theirs the
one thing that seems to make it worth bearing.
God's whisper-the breeze.
And mostly all I am is tired resevouir,
And mostly all I am is tired resevouir,
with little to inlets or breakthroughs.
And wherever this goes I hope-
And wherever this goes I hope-
it falls quietly and stands with embraced fervant pride.
This is our soil. And the days-
This is our soil. And the days-
pass and the night barely stays.
Who am I in all this?
I am everything.
I am everything.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Open House
"My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise.
My truths are all foreknown,
This anguish self-revealed.
I'm naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare.
The anger will endure,
The deed will speak the truth
In language strict and pure.
I stop the lying mouth:
Rage warps my clearest cry
To witless agony."
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise.
My truths are all foreknown,
This anguish self-revealed.
I'm naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare.
The anger will endure,
The deed will speak the truth
In language strict and pure.
I stop the lying mouth:
Rage warps my clearest cry
To witless agony."
VIA OPEN HOUSE, THEODORE ROETHKE
Friday, July 15, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
In The Lap Of A Dream
"My bones whisper to my blood; my sleep deceives me.
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, Spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I'm ready to be alive..."
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, Spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I'm ready to be alive..."
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Expialidocious
VIA DEMIAN, HERMAN HESSE
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Here I Am
You're welcome to my ways. I will not hide or cower. Meet me in complaceny or fervant being; here I am. Always attend currently to agony over unrest. Never distrust, and always remember where you came from- across the tracks and what you carry on your shoulders.
"Recall the heaven's light, you speechless man."
VIA STRAW FOR FIRE, THEODORE ROETHKE
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Monday, July 4, 2016
Don't you know the world is water?
you can't float on it, can't scare you
Afraid to swim it, No, you can't-
Just stay on land..
Somehow you got to break that water- kick and pull through it.
you cross each length with stride and strength.
You pace the course with even force-
your hand in front of hand
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
So meet me at the touch of water and take some laps with me.
Some free, some test
with our book and breasts.
We'll keep our style for the millionth mile-
and when it's more than we can stand
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
Let others walk around an ocean, let others try to build across.
But you and me
fall in.
fall in.
never sure we'll survive, but we'llfind out how deep..
Learn the secrets they keep at the bottom where we arrive.
So let's jump.
Let's Jump.
We'll never know we're alive -
till we jump,
till we dive.
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
So meet me at the touch of water,
and take the swim with me.
you can't float on it, can't scare you
Afraid to swim it, No, you can't-
Just stay on land..
Somehow you got to break that water- kick and pull through it.
you cross each length with stride and strength.
You pace the course with even force-
your hand in front of hand
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
So meet me at the touch of water and take some laps with me.
Some free, some test
with our book and breasts.
We'll keep our style for the millionth mile-
and when it's more than we can stand
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
Let others walk around an ocean, let others try to build across.
But you and me
fall in.
fall in.
never sure we'll survive, but we'llfind out how deep..
Learn the secrets they keep at the bottom where we arrive.
So let's jump.
Let's Jump.
We'll never know we're alive -
till we jump,
till we dive.
You go by stroke, by stroke, by stroke,
by stroke, by stroke.
So meet me at the touch of water,
and take the swim with me.
VIA JASPER IN DEADLAND, RYAN SCOTT OLIVER
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Waiting
Tummult of anxiety provoked by waiting for the loved being,
subject to trivial delays (rendezvous, letters, phone calls, returns).
... Waiting is an enchantment: I have recieved orders not to move. Waiting for a telephone is thereby woven out of tiny, unavowable interdictions to infinity: I forbid myself to leave the room, to go to the toilet, even to telephone (to keep the line from being busy)...
VIA THE MARRIAGE PLOT, JEFFREY EUGENIDES
Thursday, June 16, 2016
I Want A Boy by PWR BTTM
I do want a student
Who lies and reads at night,
But I do not want an officer
But I do not want an officer
Who goes with feathers in his hat
Monday, June 13, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
"Just what exactly is it that you're looking for?
The mind plays tricks on the memory. Time is skewed to benefit convenience. Events are compressed for greater efficiancy or expanded to accommodate a false sense of triumph. This being the case, it's hard to say exactly, but it seems to me that I spent close to fifteen thousand years standing stock-still in that exact same spot, searching for answer to question."
VIA NAKED, DAVID SEDARIS
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Just for today I will try to live through this day only and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.
Just for today I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my luck as it comes, and fit myself into it.
Just for today I will try to strenthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.
Just for today I will excercise my soul in three ways: I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count.
Just for today I will have a program. I may not foloow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecesion.
Just for today I will have a quiet half hour all by myself and relax. During this half hour, some time, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.
Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me.
Just for today I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticize not one bit, not find fault with anything and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
"There was a rich man; he had great flocks and herds of livestock large and small. There was a poor little maiden; she possessed but a single lamb, it ate from her hand and drank from her cup. I was the rich man, rich in all the glories of the world; You the poor one who possessed only your love. I took it, I delighted in it. Then desire beckoned me, I and sacrificed the little you possessed- I could not sacrifice anything of my own. There was a rich man; he possessed great flocks and herds. There was a poor little maiden, she possessed only her love."
VIA THE SEDUCER'S DIARY, SOREN KIERKEGAARD
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Monday, April 25, 2016
Great Adversative
Are we big enough with our thoughts- the story of our salvation
A deep peace in giving
Grand Nevertheless
He invites us to believe that he made all things new
Divine intervention (reward the obedient)
to save your life you must lose it
Ultimate However
The waiting God is much different than this world's truth currently
Quintessential But Still
Let us grow out of accustomed
Although God's pain includes everything we are bestowed our own journey
I am equal abundance in this life
Friday, April 22, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
"Little words are the sweetest to hear; little charities fly farthest, and stay longest on the wing; little lakes are the stillest; little hearts are the fullest, and little farms are the best tilled. Little books are read the most and little songs the dearest loved. And when nature would make anything especially rare and beautiful, she makes it a little; little pearls, little diamonds, little dews. Life is made up of littles; death is what remains of them all. Day is made up of little beams, and night is glorious with little stars."
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
"I am odd, I am new
I wonder if you are too
I hear voices in the air
I see you don't, and that's not fair
I want to not feel blue
I am odd, I am new
I pretend that you are too
I feel like a boy in outerspace
I touch the stars and feel out of place
I worry what others might think
I cry when people laugh, it makes me shrink
I am odd, I am new
I understand now that so are you
I say I, 'feel like a castaway'
I dream of a day that's okay
I try to fit in
I hope someday I do
I am odd, I am new"
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