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

28 June 2008


Bright Idea #45: Follow the Path of the Moon.
"When you listen generously to people they can hear the truth in themselves, often for the first time." I want to listen more. Sitting in the car driving turning stopping listening it was liberating i was free to listen to listen is free peaceful opening communing bringing someone into your heart and mind saying there is a place for you here. sometimes talking is too much of an offensive tactic. a battering ram of sound and ideas that you might not even own. talk just to fill the space sacred silence stillness where in everything actually dwells sometimes talk heals and carries us forward the crash of a wave but mostly it just cuts through the lines and were shouting at eachother at arms length. the more you listen the more you realize how little there is to say. say what you mean. tell the truth. otherwise youre just talking like mindless eating opening closing the mouth to no good end no purpose no illumination no moving forward that much closer to the light. music speaks the eyes speak the hands the body lets dance our words compost those unnecessary sounds into a garden that feeds us our bodies and spirits a garden that keeps its mouth closed and reaches out at arms length to say isnt that something here we are how shall we celebrate our life our time together what is there to say?
"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)