The Froth and The Sea
The one who regards the foam explains the mystery, while the one who regards the Sea is bewildered.
The one who regards the foam forms intentions, while the one who has known the Sea makes her heart one with the Sea.
The one who regards the froth calculates and reckons, while the one who regards the Sea is without concious volition.
The one who regards the froth is continually in motion, while the one who regards the Sea is free of hypocrisy. ~Mathnawi V 2908-11
macro-day entry Clean
Who is awake and who asleep?
What is this lake that is continually oozing back into the earth?
What can a human being offer to God?
What do we most deeply want?
The mind is what sleeps. What recognizes itself as God is awake.
This always-dissapearing lake is made of our appetites, these movings-about, this talking and listening.
The only offering you can make to God is your increased awareness.
And the last desire is to be God in human form.
Love Like Salt
It lies in our hands in crystals too intricate to decipher
It goes into the skillet without being given a thought
It spills on the floor, so fine we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies in secret wineskins
At supper, we pass it around the table talking of holidays by the sea. ~Lisel Mueller(b.1924)
Thursday Challenge Hands
So when you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also to the feeling of what is being conveyed, to the whole of it, not part of it. ~J. Krishnamurti
I Am a Cameraman
They suffer, and I catch only the surface. The rest is inexpressable, beyond What can be recorded. You can't be them. If they'd talk to you, you might guess What pain is like though they might spit on you.
Film is just a reflection Of the matchless despair of the century. There have been twenty centuries since charity began. Indignation is every-day stuff; It keeps us off the streets, it keeps us watching.
Film has no words of its own. It is a silent waste of things happening Without us, when it is too late to help. What of the dignity of those caught suffering? It hurts me. I robbed them of privacy.
My young friends think Film will be all of Art. It will be revolutionary proof Their films will not guess wrongly and will not lie. They'll film what is happening behind barbed wire. They'll always know the truth and be famous.
Politics softens everthing. Truth is known only to its victims. All else is photographs- a documentary The starving and the playboys perish in. Life disguises itself with professionalism.
Life tells the biggest lies of all, And draws wages from itself. Truth is a landscape the saintly tribes live on, And all the lenses of Japan and Germany Wouldn't know how to focus on it.
Life flickers on the frame like beautiful hummingbirds. That is the film that always comes out blank. The painting the artist can't get the shapes to fit. The poem that shrugs off every word you try. The music no one has ever heard. ~Douglas Dunn
pxite entry Movie
"Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?
All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on.
Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away---colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.~Tagore