Friday, October 28, 2011
The inner landscape of my heart and mind has been bleak of late and I don't have the inclination to share the current struggles. But share beauty in words and images...ALWAYS!
So here is an excerpt from the work of the late Taha Muhammad Ali, who defined art as taking "from life something real, then to build it anew with your imagination."
it has taken me
all of sixty years
that water is the finest drink,
and bread the most delicious food,
and that art is worthless
unless it plants
a measure of splendor in people's hearts.
-- Taha Muhammad Ali
So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971-2005, translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, and Gabriel Levin
Joe Riley, who publishes the poetry site www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html was privileged to hear Taha Muhammad Ali present his poetry, saying of Ali, "on hard soil, he keeps on planting hope...." www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html
Here is a wonderful PBS article and interview with Ali: www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2011/1
Monday, October 24, 2011
I try to ponder this daily and live my life based upon the wisdom --
What I Have Learned So Far
Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don't think so.
All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of -- indolence, or action.
Be ignited, or be gone.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Selected Poems Volume Two)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Do I *really* understand this important aspect of life?
There's this shape, black as the entrance to a cave.
A longing wells up in its throat
like a blossom
as it breathes slowly.
What does the world
mean to you if you can't trust it
to go on shining when you're
not there? and there's
a tree, long-fallen; once
the bees flew to it, like a procession
of messengers, and filled it
I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the
green pine tree:
The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It
grunts into view. There is no measure
for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes -
there is no telling
the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns
Near the fallen tree
something - a leaf snapped loose
from the branch and fluttering down - tries to pull me
into its trap of attention.
It pulls me
into its trap of attention.
And when I turn again, the bear is gone.
Look, hasn't my body already felt
like the body of a flower?
Look, I want to love this world
as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
Sometimes in late summer I won't touch anything, not
the flowers, not the blackberries
brimming in the thickets; I won't drink
from the pond; I won't name the birds or the trees;
I won't whisper my own name.
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn't see me - and I thought:
so this is the world.
I'm not in it.
It is beautiful.
~ Mary Oliver
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I often feel deficient in my ability to articulate love -- in words and actions. Here is a beautiful story of love-in-action. May I learn by example --
Watch the beauty unfold:
Here is Shirley's biography (she's my neighbor now, one state over in TN!):
The vocation of these filmmakers is a pristine example of what, on the Buddha's Noble Eightfold Path, is called "Right Livelihood:"
And as always, I am grateful to have been enlivened and inspired by KarmaTube, a project of CharityFocus, an all-volunteer run organization, whose aim is to enable individuals to contribute in meaningful ways to the world around them. Together, they hope to "be the change we wish to see in the world."
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