Robins wrench worms from the softening earth,
trilling songbirds pour their song into the wide sky,
Narcissus flirt with vibrant skirts
and a thousand shades of green dance in ardent winds.
Oh Spring!
Penetrate me with your turgid madness!
I surrender.
“Obsession is a young man’s game.” ~From the film The Prestige I just watched this fabulous film which is rich with layers of narrative about the human condition, the restless, conflicted soul and obsession. It’s sometimes hard to see one’s shadow and inner conflict reflected back but that is a function of art, not unlike…
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….
The Sacrifice by Rites of Spring on Grooveshark “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainier Marie Rilke It is stormy today on this first day of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. For me, it is the perfect texture for this day. Spring can be a time…
Integrating the fragments of my inner being embracing wholeness seeking truth
imprints cut grass tattooed arms lone star carved in skin new bruise on my back your love brands my heart
This morning, during my study/prayer/meditation time, I was drawn to open Gödel, Escher, Bach, by Douglas Hofstadter, to a random page and read the first paragraph that my eyes fell upon. I often do this use books as oracles in this way. My message for the day is this: “This system–the Propositional Calculus–steps neatly from…