March 2011
113 posts
February 2011
82 posts
“
Don’t even ask how rapidly the hummingbird lives his life.
You can’t imagine. A thousand flowers a day,
a little sleep, then the same again,
then he vanishes.
I adore him.
Yet I adore also the drowse of mountains.
And in the human world, what is time?
In my mind there is Rumi, dancing.
There is Li Po drinking from the winter stream.
There is Hafiz strolling through Shariz, his feet
loving the dust.
“He is conducting the affairs
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house— on a limb
In your heart.” —Hafiz
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house— on a limb
In your heart.” —Hafiz
“The green bulb swells at the base of the blossom. The god of dirt does not ask for gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. She says, Give me a seed.”
—Chet Raymo
“Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.”
—Mary Oliver
“
The god of dirt
came up to me many times and said
so many wise and delectable things, I lay
on the grass listening
to his dog voice,
crow voice,
frog voice; now,
he said, and now,
and never once mentioned forever.
” —Mary Oliver
Listen
spinning leaves - knife arms (live from orchard hill farm)
get ready to cry! and laugh! and laugh thru yr tears! I love these kids. and I miss philly.
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.”
—Mary Oliver
jai bhagwan
tonight I took class from a teacher who recently graduated from the deep yoga school of healing arts, the program I am entering in april. she was brilliant! her heart shone straight into mine. in final meditation, long after our sweet long chants & bows, we held anjali mudra to our foreheads in mutual gratitude.
I could feel bhava & laura in the particulars of her language but most of all I could feel her authentic personal practice, her own rhythms & rituals.
you can see into the future sometimes, you know? a higher part of you that sees through time into times that burn into forever with the light of some cosmic everything. it’s pretty sweet.
“Our universe is just one verse in the infinite poem, the eternal song.”
—(via deja-vu-entendu)
today, ylang ylang is essential
lavender, rose and thyme optional.
“The world we live in is a cocreation, a manifestation of individual consciousness woven into a collective dream. How we are with each other as individuals, as groups, as nations and tribes is what shapes that dream.”
—Oriah Mountain Dreamer
