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Entry: 12/8/08
Carina Fountain
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Sonnets to Orpheus XXIX (SECOND PART)
Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath still multiplies all space.
In the darkness of the belfry's high beams,
let yourself ring. That which weakens you
will grow strong on such nourishment.
Move in and out of transformation.
What is your most painful experience?
Is the drinking bitter, become wine.
Be in this night of a thousand excesses,
magic power at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning of their rare encounter.
And when the earthly has forgotten you,
say to the quiet land: I flow.
And to the rushing waters speak: I am.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke
Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath still multiplies all space.
In the darkness of the belfry's high beams,
let yourself ring. That which weakens you
will grow strong on such nourishment.
Move in and out of transformation.
What is your most painful experience?
Is the drinking bitter, become wine.
Be in this night of a thousand excesses,
magic power at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning of their rare encounter.
And when the earthly has forgotten you,
say to the quiet land: I flow.
And to the rushing waters speak: I am.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke
Entry: 12/10/08
Spiral Dreams
Entry: 12/15/08
Icy Days
Entry: 12/17/08
Ice Sky Faery
Sensation of the Mystical
("found poetry")
The most beautiful and profound emotion we can experience
is the sensation of the mystical.
It is the sower of all true science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger,
who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead.
To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists,
manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty,
which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms -
this knowledge, this feeling,
is at the center of true religion.
~ Albert Einstein ~
(The Merging of Spirit and Science, cited in
All Things Give God Glory, ed by S. Rena)
("found poetry")
The most beautiful and profound emotion we can experience
is the sensation of the mystical.
It is the sower of all true science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger,
who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead.
To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists,
manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty,
which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms -
this knowledge, this feeling,
is at the center of true religion.
~ Albert Einstein ~
(The Merging of Spirit and Science, cited in
All Things Give God Glory, ed by S. Rena)
Entry: 12/19/08
Window
| patterns opening into our souls |
Entry: 12/22/08
frost
Who knew what was
hiding in the icy
branches?
Who knew what was
waiting to be seen in
the rippling reflections?
It is amazing to
discover what was
there the whole time
when we merely
rearrange the way we
see.
hiding in the icy
branches?
Who knew what was
waiting to be seen in
the rippling reflections?
It is amazing to
discover what was
there the whole time
when we merely
rearrange the way we
see.
Entry: 12/28/08
emerging patterns
In A Handful of God
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.
In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild.
In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
~ Hafiz ~
(The Subject Tonight is Love - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
Entry: 12/30/08
faery wings
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