Stillness in Movement
The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness
Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm appear
which pervades
heaven and earth.
-TS’AL-KEN T’AN
The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness
Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm appear
which pervades
heaven and earth.
-TS’AL-KEN T’AN
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go…
We sat at the beach, chatting and watching a little boy play with his ball. The next time we looked over, he was crying. His ball had drifted out too far for anyone to reach it. I told my friend, “I can’t look. It just makes me sad.” He responded by saying, “Just think, some…
The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today. I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern. She and I sat and…
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep