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Loved. Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness…Loved.

June 3, 2009

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…All at once new, trembling, how he was caught up
and entangled in the spreading tendrils of inner event
already twined into patterns, into strangling undergrowth, prowling
bestial shapes. How he submitted-. Loved.
Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness,
that primal forest inside him, where among decayed treetrunks
his heart stood, light-green. Loved.
Left it, went through
his own roots and out, into the powerful source
where his little birth had already been outlived…

Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegies – The Third Elegy


the well of grief

March 23, 2009

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The Well of Grief
by David Whyte

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe
will never know the source
from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for
something else.


one of mine

January 28, 2009


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you gave her more/it was already beautiful

there’s no suggestion
the way your broken glance
spills her heart across the floor
slipping in inconsistencies
keeps her locked in backward past
let her tell you she never meant to
confabulate reality just to bring (keep) you in
but still: perhaps you pinned her right
she is not the river that runs through her
she is not the dreams that keep her bound
she is not the crumbling walls she built
that no longer offer shelter
what she is is transparant and undefinable
she is, quite simply,
adrift and wandering bewilderment

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one, one, one

January 16, 2009

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp shop,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light streams toward you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

Rumi | (translated by Andrew Harvey)

Some flickr favorites: 1. yukata, 2. Light into the Dark, 3. Untitled, 4. Untitled