Tuesday, February 28, 2012

a short history

At first

to the last seam

and then 

a thousand beams
into a sun
a thousand suns
into a heart
and untamed

upon which 

masks come undone
violins unstrung
throats unsung 
for thousands of years
break unbridled
the strong, the meek and lame
the wise, mad and vain
the proud, forgotten, and slain 

Sunday, February 19, 2012

quotes 1

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated and to never complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."

-Arundhati Roy

Friday, February 17, 2012

thank you p. 1

I had one moment
one pure, unfiltered moment
and the veils were lifted
for a split second
and I knew, oh I knew
that I was watching
the universe undress itself.
It took me a soaked shirt
before I could put words
to that moment of unveiling.
And even now, I can't tell
if I was crying or laughing
but I remember
for the barest of moments
I was made aware
of a beauty so indescribable
the only way I could express
its recognition was through
pouring tears and rolling laughter.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

confessions p 16

You are your own universe.
The Unnameable became man
so that man could become unnameable
In you, lies an entire world
the purgatory of your own deliberation
and all the heavens and hells.
You are a drop of the great churning heart of the cosmos
you are the universe looking back upon itself
the crowning achievement of consciousness.

You arouse the jealousy of the greatest Angels
and when you burn through your clay chains with Love
the stars themselves gleam with envy. Don't you know?
Don't you know that when Love was created
none could bear its tremendous weight
neither the mountains or the oceans
nor the ancient earth--not even the heavens?
None, but you.
You are a mirror unto this dance
between being and non being.

Like a black hole, we swallow up
solids, fluids, gasses, even light!
Our hands are executioners
smiling lips reading out death sentences
our teeth, guillotine blades
mouths the sacrificial alters
through which we keep ourselves alive.

Through the story of our bodies
you could trace the passing of our seasons
like the damp before the storm
and the rosy blush of blossoms
like long luminous days and the slow trickle
of sweat over sun-wrinkled skin
like the ripe fullness of harvests and the changing leaves
before the cold stiffness of our final winters
when we will all take that step without feet
and "they will ask you
what you have produced
say to them
except for Love
what can a Lover produce?"

**Rumi quote

the truth is like the sun

I have no words
for the perfect revolution of stars and planets.
That would be like
describing the brightness of day
or the darkness of night.
I have no words for the vibration
of the smallest building blocks in particles.
I am barely aware
of the thousand and one dominoes
that must fall in place for me
to even say this right now.
If just one of those dominoes missed a beat
I could have been illiterate
I could've been born deaf, blind and mute
or I wouldn't be able to breathe
or I would've never been born to parents who love me
or the earth would be too close to the sun
or the universe would not expand
and matter would never come into existence.
I could have been dead
a hundred times from sunrise to sunset.
I could have come into this world as a stone
or a dog, or a muddy stream
but I don't have the consistency of a rock
I don't have the loyalty of a dog
or the mercy of water.
I have no words
for the perfect revolution of stars and planets.
That would be like
describing the brightness of day
or the darkness of night.
I have no words for the vibration
of the smallest building blocks in particles.  
I am speechless before the sublime serenity
of this dance between stars, atoms and hearts.

Every journey is a circle

This is what I want you to do
turn off the lights
close your eyes
let your entire body become an ear
for your own heartbeat.

Talk to someone who can tell you your childhood stories
play all of your favorite songs
dig through the relics of your past
look at old photos
remember past lovers
promises made and broken
remember every moment you can't forget
even the ones you didn't enjoy
don't dwell
just, listen.

Trace with your fingers
the shimmering aurora of your past
and somewhere in the night sky
you will see the shining outline of your future.

the confinement of words p 7

People who claim mastery over the world
are often most afflicted by it
"The world is an ancient master"
and does not fold beneath images
In the world of images and words
Everything is and becomes its opposite
Let me step out of these black and white 
compositions into color. 


Rumi quote 

ceaseless sojourn

On that day
I will walk
and I will have
"miles and miles before I sleep."
I will walk
until the only mirror I come across
is that of my own heart