Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances.”

10 April 2008


J.K. Commandment #17: Write in recollection and amazement of yourself.
"All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well." Bright but spring cold a rabbit in the circle of spruce this morning eyes everywhere its a comfort this is a nadir i believe energy oscillates i believe in the crest of the wave the rest of the trough i seek to simplify in my own complicated way the stacks of books the dogs the seedlings crowding jostling tiny bubbles dancing stars the engine parts the children the houseplants reaching running chiming little bells of light that guide me i will not simplify. but i will breathe and walk and ride my bike i will dig and pull and watch and i will bless and be blessed by it all most certain. my spirits strength seems to grow in relation to the sun i watch the moon a clock of change blood tide the green grows overnight its getting stronger too i need the Earth as she need me to know my self to be a stronger cell a dancing star to give my light and strength to the work that is before us all: to love and know ourselves loved in return. That is the great simplicity from which all other wisdom springs.

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"And if the question were asked: What is more real, the mundane or the sublime? most would hesitate before they gave an answer. On the one side, details: say, the aftermath of a breakfast, dirty chipped plates in the sink, their rims encrusted with egg yolk. Against this, the unnameable: small aching heart with boasts, what can you know? Outside the cage of everything we ever heard or saw, beyond, outside, above, there lies the real, hiding as long as we shall live, there stretch and trail the millions of names of God burning across the eons. When all through this our end will come before we even know the names of us.

For many the egg yolk prevails." -L.M.

"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."
-V.V.G.

"The perfection of the Absolute where all Becoming stops and pure Being, immutable, timeless, unchanging, hangs forever like a ripe peach upon the bough." -E.A.

"...and the whole incident was incredibly frazzling and angst-rod and filled almost a whole mead notebook and is here recounted in only its barest psycho-skeletal outline." -D.F.W.

"At the top of the mountain, we are all snow leopards." -H.S.T.

"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live." -D.T.
"Cometh a voice: My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my message clear, back to my lap and my loving heart. Long have ye left me, journeying on by range and river and grassy plain, to the teeming towns where the rest have gone - come back, come back to my arms again. So shall ye lose the foolish needs that gnaw your souls; and my touch shall serve to heal the fretted nerve. Treading the turf that ye once loved well, instead of the stones of the city's street, ye shall hear nor din nor drunken yell, but the wind that croons in the ripening wheat. I that am old have seen long since ruin of palaces made with hands for the soldier-king and the priest and prince whose cities crumble in desert sands. But still the furrow in many a clime yields softly under the ploughman's feet; still there is seeding and harvest time, and the wind still croons in the ripening wheat. The works of man are but little worth; for a time they stand, for a space endure; but turn once more to your mother - Earth, my gifts are gracious, my works are sure. Instead of the strife and pain I give you peace, with its blessing sweet. Come back, come back to my arms again, for the wind still croons in the ripening wheat."
-John Sandes, The Earth-Mother (excerpt, 1918)