WORDLESS WORDS & SPEECHLESS SPEECH
SUFFICE
THE GLORY OF PEACE & REALITY OF SOUL
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A FLATLINE OF ALL
HERETOFORE DISTURBANCES*
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What’s it like to be a human
the bird asked
I myself don’t know
it’s being held prisoner by your skin
while reaching infinity
the bird asked
I myself don’t know
it’s being held prisoner by your skin
while reaching infinity
being a captive of your scrap of time
while touching eternity
being hopelessly uncertain
and helplessly hopeful
while touching eternity
being hopelessly uncertain
and helplessly hopeful
being a needle of frost
and a handful of heat
breathing in the air
and choking wordlessly
and a handful of heat
breathing in the air
and choking wordlessly
it’s being on fire
with a nest made of ashes
eating bread
while filling up on hunger
with a nest made of ashes
eating bread
while filling up on hunger
it’s dying without love
it’s loving through death
That’s funny said the bird
and flew effortlessly up into the air
—Anna Kamienska
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it’s loving through death
That’s funny said the bird
and flew effortlessly up into the air
—Anna Kamienska
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I believe there is a spirit, a power, a grace in my life that is greater than I am and greater than my mind.
It is greater, I believe, than the human experience.
This power is running the show, determining my reality.
Call it God, call it spirit, call it intuition,
call it grace or evolution, call it the great reality,
or call it nothing.
It is greater, I believe, than the human experience.
This power is running the show, determining my reality.
Call it God, call it spirit, call it intuition,
call it grace or evolution, call it the great reality,
or call it nothing.
There is something going on here
with which I am partnered.
That’s the good news—I’m not alone.
Excerpt from:
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/01/08/31437/
with which I am partnered.
That’s the good news—I’m not alone.
Excerpt from:
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/01/08/31437/
AFTERNOON
Silence is as deep as eternity,
speech a shallow as time.
Thomas Carlyle
speech a shallow as time.
Thomas Carlyle
Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
The detail of the pattern is movement,
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always--
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.
—T. S. Eliot
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Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always--
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.
—T. S. Eliot
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Each tree grows in two directions at once,
into the darkness and out to the light
with as many branches and roots
as it needs to embody its wild desires.
—John O’Donohue
Anam Cara
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into the darkness and out to the light
with as many branches and roots
as it needs to embody its wild desires.
—John O’Donohue
Anam Cara
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There is a God of solitude.
He covers me closely, like the air.
I study Him blindly, by touch.
Only His body is everywhere,
elusive,
impalpable.
Anna Kamienska
He covers me closely, like the air.
I study Him blindly, by touch.
Only His body is everywhere,
elusive,
impalpable.
Anna Kamienska
It’s a great art: to love and keep still.
Anna Kamienska
Anna Kamienska
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Hospice Sanctarii
Nature teaches every soul to worship God in some way or other,
and often provides that which is suitable for each.
Those who want one law to govern all
have lost sight of the spirit of their own religion.
And it is in people who have not yet learned their own religion
that such ideas are commonly found.
Did they but know their own religion,
how tolerant they would become,
and how free from any grudge
against the religion of others!
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VII/VII_2.htm
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