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

12 July 2008


Bright Idea #55: Open.
"Each minute of life should be a divine quest." Last nights fun. Wine and a tow-headed boy in rubber boots to play with, fiddle mandolin uke cymbals bells and clackers open to everything open to the world the faerie fort the dark night open to the house and its adventure the garden and its gifts. just playing the moment dancing to the music of the universe being at home laughing and giving myself one blessed night off from weltschmertz and unease bare feet in the cool grass of night reveling letting the wind blow through the old bones let the soul breathe. woke up late still giddy and laughing rolling around on the white bed the voice over the phone was giddy too were all riding some sweet wave of high summer where the death of winter seems a far planet where the energy flows through everything so strong. im home here humble and comfortable where things have use and beauty theres a sense of compassion and friendship a place where its okay to let your light shine you arent your body your income your car youre whoever you are that day they way the light hits you a prism and we stand there smiling in rainbows running toward Love in bare feet with sparklers blackberry stains on our fingers like sacrifice.
"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)