saturday morning . . .the first of the summer holidays for me . . . the prospect of sunshine, biking, beautiful music, carefully cooked food, nice wine, craft beers and afternoons absorbing pastries and americanos in my favourite riverside cafe fills my heart . . . . all the small joys . . . .
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
eternal ecstacy
there is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy,
now and forever
italicized words excerpted from the scripture of the golden eternity by jack kerouac
Thursday, June 28, 2012
one
when no one listens
to the quiet trees
when no one notices
the sun in the pool.
where no one feels
the first drop of rain
or sees the last star
or hails the first morning
of a giant world
where peace begins
and rages end:
one bird sits still
watching the work of God:
one turning leaf,
two falling blossoms,
ten circles upon the pond.
one cloud upon the hillside,
two shadows in the valley
and the light strikes home.
now dawn commands the capture
of the tallest fortune,
the surrender
of no less marvelous prize!
closer and clearer
than any wordy master,
thou inward Stranger
whom I have never seen,
deeper and cleaner
than the clamorous ocean,
seize up my silence
hold me in thy hand!
now act is waste
and suffering undone
laws become prodigals
limits are torn down
for envy has no property
and passion is none.
look, the vast light stands still
our cleanest light is one!
thomas merton
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
time passes
often
the time
passes
without so much
as a glance
at the clock
and somehow
i know
in not knowing
the time
that i've been blessed
more deeply
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
side by side
there was this sense
of purpose
hovering about their shoulders
a purpose
underscored by their questing eyes
the folded arms
their intimacy undercut
by the vastness of the space they stood in
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
war museum (i)
too long a sacrifice
can make a stone of the heart.
o when may it suffice?
from "easter, 1916" william butler yeats
Friday, June 22, 2012
looking
looking for love
a strange passion is moving in my head.
my heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
every part of me goes in different directions.
is it really so
that the one i love is everywhere?
rumi
Thursday, June 21, 2012
the small skies
in the small skies where the clouds jostle and push and billow minutely and without any real purpose but somehow in their creasings and furrowings find shape and purpose and even a slender sort of beauty.
in the small skies, i find myself searching for colour. tiny sweeps or startles of colour. and tonight i found some.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
you and i
you and i
hold this scene
so
closely
in its streaming entirety
i wonder
if perhaps it
is so close
to our perception
of ourselves
radiating
outwards
from a fixed point
and becoming so
expansive
so
unlikely
so very
very
easily immersed in
Saturday, June 16, 2012
glassless windows
i
whisper
in the hollow spaces
the glassless
openings
i hold
the ways
open for
those formless
desires
as they
bend and sweep
and curl
like fingers
around the cold hard bricks
of your sudden
emptiness
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
you always open
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens
ee cummings
Sunday, June 10, 2012
frail gestures
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
ee cummings
Saturday, June 9, 2012
their pink fullness
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear...
ee cummings
Friday, June 8, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
rheingold
if you are sitting in your studio and the day is unfolding as it should and your work is right there . . and you are right alongside it, then this might not be the music for you . . . but . . if you are at loose ends and wanting to feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise up then perhaps this longer piece of music by two of my musical heroes will bring some fire or edge or simple distraction into your day at just the right time.
klaus schulze and lisa gerrard live at the lorely festival on the 18th of july, 2008
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
the first poppy
in my mother's garden
among the embarassment of riches
that fluttered softly
in the rain
i saw
this lone poppy
so like a flag
for a country
so improbable
so unlikely
as to defy naming
Monday, June 4, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
after school peace
last thursday afternoon
biking along the paths
that circle this widening of the river
and then
arriving at the silver bean cafe
i am sitting looking at this beautiful scene while drinking mango juice
and eating a granola bar made by my friend andrea.
i am sharing this space with the best most beautiful people in my life
and talking and laughing as friends come and go.
all this while
the little birds wait for crumbs to fall.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
they are too near me
"in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near"
ee cummings
(excerpted from "small hands")
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