Life
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A celebration ought to be a moment of reflection, in purity, acknowledgement, gratitude.
Betty Marion White was born on this day in 1922, in Oak Park, Illinois. To celebrate this lively lady, no further comment is needed.
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Celebration Day — sixteen
For decades I have been on a journey of cleansing myself from empty, superficial, misleading, and cultural terms and words which do not express in essential detail what my thoughts and mindset are. The exclamation “a day like any other”, for example, is a total ignorance of what life is — per day, per second,…
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All
In knowing, and in oblivion,being encompasses all.Being is only comprehensively possible.Only comprehensively love is.
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Celebration Day — fourteen / Yukio Mishima
In 1925, on this day, January 14, the novelist Yukio Mishima was born as Kimitake Hiroaka, in Nagazumi-cho 2-chome, Yotsuya-ku, Tokyo City, Tokyo Prefecture, Empire of Japan In 1982, a Cutty Sark ad with a portrait of Philip Glass caught my eye. In his hand he held a bunch of music notes, and in the…
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The Fluidity of Being
Tears I have knownManyTears and crying are two different realms of expressionVeryThe longer I live, the deeper I think, the more thoughts and emotions deepen this beingMore tears and less crying seem to be the consequential lifeCrying was in frustration, in suffering, in fallingIn energetic flights, and passionate dives, tears are joy recognitionFacing destruction in…
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Erda to Wotan: “You know enough”
Some days there seems to be an alignment of stars within. The universe, planets, meteors, all are within. Breathing becomes a peaceful restlessness; beneath my cheeks, around its bones, a sensation resembles an ever so minimal flowing of drops of lemon; teeth as if about to grind; sometimes tears flow. For years I summed it…
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Celebration Day — thirteen
A body in motion wants to maintain motionA body in rest wants to remain at rest Breathing mattersFood mattersThoughts matterWords matterFor the sake of motion, all matterIn acknowledgement and appreciation, mind and soul choose to maintain and promote joy, celebrating the breath of freshness we intrinsically are, the metaphysical beauty the palate reveals, the intellect…
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Would it help humans one day to understand who visits us first?
Is it arrogance or knowledge? And does knowledge destroy arrogance? Does arrogance destroy knowledge?
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Love is higher than opinion
Love is higher than opinion. If people love one another the most varied opinions can be reconciled — thus one of the most important tasks for humankind today and in the future is that we should learn to live together and understand one another. If this human fellowship is not achieved, all talk of development…
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Love, Tears
Love flowsFree of direction, free of tempo, free of shapeIn invisible perpetuity of dynamicsNot towards the pictured beauty but in radiation and attraction And the soul settles, grows, vibratesCarried, lifted cloud-like off the groundBeing wherever one has beenLanding where one has never beenAgain, and again, tears are an inner smileBalancing want into peacefully yearning joyWanting…
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In the Words of David Bowie
The truth is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time. David Bowie / David Robert Jones (1947-2016)
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Celebration Day — nine
In the same graceful manner, and similar genuine spiritual essence with which believers ought to be thankful when things go against their wishes, hard work ought to be seen as celebration. The usual number of circles turned when cranking any of my hand grinders,is commonly around four hundred and seventy, after which a single shot…
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The Wonder of Being is manageable
Delight in the sun. Delight in the dark. Eat carefully. Avoid fatigue and worry. Be lively rather than hopeful. Breathe with intent. Celebrate.
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I am seeing a wise infant
Seeing light at the end of a tunnel gives hope but no clarity. Is a train coming? Is the light mere reflection? Is it an opening leading to rescue, success, freedom, an abyss? Is it an opening, or an obstacle? Some are now seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. But after an…
Sila Blume 