listening

twilight

05/07/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


twilight –
birds, even the crows,
begin their lullaby





From the side, an entire range;
from the end a single peak;
far, near, high, low,
no two parts alike.

The true face of the mountain
I cannot comprehend –
gazing upon it,
I myself am in the mountain.

[Su Tung-p'o (1084) adapted from translations by Burton Watson and Beata Grant]





stillness reveals the utter spontaneity of living





the way of creativity is the way of appropriation





if, as is said in the Upanishads, Om was the first sound, Ha Ha must surely have been the second





listening at the edge of silence brings wonder





one version of the art of living: learning to be how and what you are





the world emerging as we speak . . .
could even the gods ask for more?




words 1

07/02/2008 · 0 comments

in human living


sometimes at night I
(not speaking, but spoken,
not singing, but sung)
wonder at words
bringing the world into being





nothing completely original is ever said; only the moment of utterance is truly new





the world is always worlding; at my best, I world along




poetry…

03/02/2007 · 0 comments

in human living


poetry is the word making flesh, flesh