“Every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” -Charles Dickens-

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

IT JUST GETS HARDER

Harder to find a glimmer of hope in the current political moment.
The few Narcissus, struggling along with us on a city windowsill in
hardly any sunlight, will still fulfill it's genetically stated purpose.

Friday, November 11, 2016

EMPIRE on FIRE

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Since the astounding election just a few days ago I've been holding it together pretty well, encouraging others, posting expressions of grief and comforting friends. Then Leonard Cohen died. I spent time with "The Tibetan Book of the Dead" (film narrated by him), constructed the blog post I posted earlier, and then went for a brisk walk around many blocks after midnight. When I reached Madison Square park, I stopped to take a photograph of the Empire State building lit up red, looking like a fiery fist giving a finger to the sky.
Then I wept.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

THISTLEDOWN


Having an aimless Saturday

Velma makes Paper
http://velmabolyard.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-stuff.html 

Friday, October 21, 2016

THERE IS A WALL




















I met a woman on the bus - Her name is Eleanor - Here is the wall on Houston Street - We'd both been there before - Two women and a wall that used to be a building once - Two strangers are not strangers anymore.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Saturday, July 9, 2016

THE LEAF IS SINGING STILL

What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinished story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.


Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

FOR YVETTE

The Wind Has Settled
by Taigu Ryokan
The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;
Birds sing, the mountains grow dark --
This is the wondrous power of Buddhism. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

ISAIAH 2.4

















they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.









Sunday, May 1, 2016

PERSEPHONE RETURNS


"Wild violets are often associated with the Greek myth of Persephone, for she was out in the fields gathering the flowers when Hades abducted her into the Underworld; they are flowers of change, transition, transformation, and the cycle of death-and-rebirth." 
see http://www.terriwindling.com/blog/2016/04/wildflowers.html