Monday, September 18, 2017

Saturday, September 16, 2017

May the clay dance...


Jizos


Beannacht

On the day when
 The weight deadens
 On your shoulders
 And you stumble,
 May the clay dance
 To balance you.

And when your eyes
 Freeze behind
 The grey window
 And the ghost of loss
 Gets into you,
 May a flock of colours,
 Indigo, red, green
 And azure blue,
 Come to awaken in you
 A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
 In the currach of thought
 And a stain of ocean
 Blackens beneath you,
 May there come across the waters
 A path of yellow moonlight
 To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
 May the clarity of light be yours,
 May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
 May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
 Wind work these words
 Of love around you,
 An invisible cloak
 To mind your life.

~ John O'Donahue ~


via On Being


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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

give me some credit for the hell i've paid





...this world's a blessing

and a beast

every day...

~ Shawn Colvin ~


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I'll meet you there


Parker river wildlife refuge 

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and
right-doing, there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase
'each other'
doesn’t make any sense.

 Rumi


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Thanks alixe

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Jai Guru Deva Om


 

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Monday, September 11, 2017

a promise..


Parker River WIldlife Refuge - 20170910

"..but all shall be well,

and all shall be well,

and all manner of thing

shall

be

well.."

~ Julian of Norwich ~

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Monday, September 4, 2017

I have a thousand brilliant lies


Causes and conditions #jizo 

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you? 
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God? 
If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,
If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
 
Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!

–Hafiz


Thanks to alixe..

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Entwined


tangle 
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Thursday, August 31, 2017

Snake Song



Snake Song

You can't hold me
I'm too slippery
I do no sleepin'
I get lonely
You can touch me
If you want to
I got poison
I just might bite you

Lie in circles
On the sunlight
Shine like diamonds
On a dark night
Ain't no mercy
In my smilin'
Only fangs and
Sweet beguiling

Future, he don't
Try to find me
Skin I been through
Dies behind me
Solid hollow
Wrapped in hatred
Not a drop of
Venom wasted

You can slip in
Try to find me
Hold your breath and
Flat deny me
It makes no difference
To my thinkin'
I'll be here when
You start sinkin'.

~ Townes Van Zandt ~

Echoes of Leonard's "Bird on a Wire"

First heard this in the movie "Calvary" - a very (very) good film.. 


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Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Violence of Crowds



"What is a crowd?
A crowd is mindless, unbearable, fickle, unpredictable beast with no name. It's a flock of sheep...a pack of wolves. A horse tame in the harness, but dangerous when set free. A crowd is a burning fire raging out of control. It's a contagion - a fever filled with delirium - a concrete surface of crowded breaths - clouded souls fallen into empty eyes - child wards liberated by the sway of the pack descend the ladder of civilization - morbidly nervous and excitable they boil up to the surface of the cauldron of a city and reduce down to the primitive. Abandoning intelligence, judgement and thought, they are vulnerable to agitators, infiltrators and desecrators. A crowd needs to be ruled. Thirsty for obedience, it seeks out its patriarch, its despotic father - cheap tyranny - commander - to be manipulated - controlled.
What is a crowd?
A crowd is not us"
~ Bill Buford ~ 
'Among the Thugs: The Experience, and Seduction of Crowd Violence'

2017-08-19_03-38-22

 I was in Boston on the 19th for the counter-protest against
some he-men Nazis and white supremacists.
I was in there on the Common with 40,000 others. 
I could sense the mindlessness of the throng.
I could sense the ever-so-subtle edging into violence...
The whispering urge to strike "at them"...

It wasn't fun.

One can notice the same phenomena
in all sorts of gatherings, not
just protests....


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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Thursday, August 17, 2017

If eggs lived in houses



Egg door



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Mastery

 wall pdx

In Portland Oregon, vines and mold knew exactly
what to do with their cinder-block canvas.
There is not a stray mark or 
vainglorious stroke 
on the whole
expanse.

To strive to paint as well as plants and mold
would be a life well spent.

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One drop


pdx 2017


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. 
Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” 

~ David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas ~

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SonMi-451


solo

"Our lives are not our own. 
From womb to tomb, we are bound to others,
past and present.

And by each crime and every kindness,
we birth our future."

~ SonMi-451 ~


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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

This should be played at a high volume, preferably in a residential area....




One of the patron saints of this blog is Sinead O'Connor - the teensy Irish woman with a voice like a hurricane.

She took a beating back in the day for tearing up that picture of old JPII on SNL when he and Joey Ratzinger were busy slow-walking all those thousands of child rape cases. A ballsy move on the part of Sinead, and one she's never been properly thanked for..
Fire on Babylon  ~ Sinead O'Connor
She took my father from my life oh
Took my sister and brothers oh
I watched her torturing my child
Feeble I was then but now I'm grown 
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Fire on Babylon
Fire
Fire
Fire 
She's taken everything I liked
She's taken every lover oh
And all along she gave me lies
Just to make me think I loved her 
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Look what she did to her son
Fire
Fire
Fire on 
Life's backwards
Life's backwards
People turn around
The house is burned
The house is burned
The children are gone
Fire
Fire 
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Fire on Babylon
Fire
Fire, oh
Fire, oh 
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Look what she did to her son
Look what she did to her son
Fire, haha
Fire, haha
Fire
Fire
Fire, aha
Fire on Babylon
Fire on Babylon

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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Anybody want a drink before the war?





"Drink Before The War"

Well, you tell us that we're wrong
And you tell us not to sing our song
Nothing we can say will make you see
You got a heart of stone
You can never feel
You say "oh I'm not afraid - it can't happen to me
I've lived my life as a good man
Oh, no you're out of your mind
It won't happen to me
'Cos I've carried my weight
And I've been a strong man"
Listen to the man in the liquor store
Yelling "anybody want a drink before the war?"
And your parents paid you through
You got a nice big car
Nothing bothers you
Somebody cut out your eyes
You refuse to see
Somebody cut out your heart
You refuse to feel
And you live in a sham
You create your own hell
You live in the past
And talk about war
And you dig your own grave yeah
But it's a life you can save
So stop getting fussed
It's not gonna happen
And you'll cry
But you'll never fall
No, no, no You're building a wall
Gotta break it down
Start again
No, no, no
It won't happen to us
We've lived our lives
Basically we've been good men
So stop talking of war
Cause you know we've heard it all before
Why don't you go out there
And do something useful
Oh listen to the man in the liquor store
He yelling "anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"


~ Sinead O'Connor ~

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Thursday, August 3, 2017

Sunday, July 16, 2017

I waited


You never came 

You never came.



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