Monday, August 29, 2011

drop in the unfathomable abysss

However deep one's knowledge of abstruse philosophy, it is like a piece of hair flying in the vastness of space; however important one's experiences in things worldly, it is like a drop of water thrown into an unfathomable abyss. - D T Suzuki, An Introduction to Zen Buddhism

Matter of Heart: Carl Jung [FULL DOCUMENTARY]

Sunday, August 28, 2011


“Hemingway gave us a haunting clue to it [charisma],” she replied. “In his obsession with the Spanish bullfights, he spoke of the lust of the crowd and its desire to feel something special, a raw authenticity, even in so brutal a setting. What he mentions is the hush that would come over the crowd at the entrance of the toreadors. The people could sense the difference between those who did it for the fame, the paycheck, and those who had the old spirit: the nobility, bravery, heart, ‘duende.’ I believe this also happens in the theater. The crowd can sense the one with the authentic message, the connection to the truth.”

-Soprano Aprile Millo

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

at that hour when all things have repose


At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering to antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

spiritual life

The spiritual life can be accurately represented by a diagram of a large acute triangle divided into unequal parts... At the apex of the topmost division there stands sometimes only a single man. His joyful vision is like an inner, immeasurable sorrow. Those who are closest to him do not understand him and in their indignation, call him deranged: a phone or a candidate for the madhouse. Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

true love

True love overcomes time and distance.
If it doesn't, then it never was.

Monday, August 01, 2011

perfect losing

The greedy man who is fond of his fish stew has no compunction in cutting up the fish according to his need. But the man who loves the fish wants to enjoy it in the water; and if that is impossible, he waits on the bank, and even if he comes back home without a sight of it he has the consolation of knowing that the fish is all right. Perfect gain is the best of all; but if that is impossible, then the next best gain is perfect losing.

Tagore, The home and the world