behind the intellectualizing of the mystique

alice discovers paradox

Sometimes the mountain

is hidden from me in veils

of cloud, sometimes

I am hidden from the mountain

in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,

when I forget or refuse to go

down to the shore or a few yards

up the road, on a clear day,

to reconfirm

that witnessing presence.

Denise Levertov

the aesthetics of changeling moods & graces show us our sub-conscious pitfalls….whether we want to note them or not…we have to fall down the rabbit hole again & again…

The superimposition of the dream state on the conscious-awake state is something that is very important to all artists. It’s not a rational world; it’s a rationalizing world. It’s one in which we’ve constructed states of reality that are quite complex…..James Turrell 

do we really know how ‘rubber-stamped’ we really are? how labeled our intellect is for us? this is why our imaginations are crucial…they are what truly define us…call us wild…

where does the rabbit hole go?

Free thinker! Do you think you are the only thinker

on this earth in which life blazes inside all things?

Your liberty does what it wishes with the powers it controls, but when you gather to plan, the universe is not there.

Look carefully in an animal at a spirit alive:

every flower is a soul opening out into nature;

a mystery touching love is asleep inside metal.

‘Everything is intelligent.’ (Pythagoras)

And everything moves you.

In that blind wall, look out for the eyes that pierce you:

the substance of creation cannot be separated from a word.

Do not force it to labor in some low phrase!

Often a Holy Thing is living hidden in a dark creature;

and like an eye which is born covered by its lids,

a pure spirit is growing strong under the bark of stones….

Gerard de Nerval

seeking light in the complex webs we’ve spun

symbolic courage of light...

we can see softness in these lights…..tradition, comfort, hope older than time….

if we find intolerance, misunderstanding, harshness…..we can come back to softness….

come back to our inner light….in solidarity with all the others coming back to light…

The flame encourages us to stop & be present where we are. It reminds us of our own inner flames that leap & dance around our intentions. The wax melts. It shows us how we must give ourselves to find others. There is an inner longing that asks this of us, for only so will it become be-longing. When my flame feels as if it is blown out, can I learn to trust, to wait in patience for it to be rekindled?…..Gunilla Norris

we can walk away…..we do not have to figure it all out….we can simply be tolerant, deeply knowing, & accepting….because our inner source says so….it flickers…

giving in to light…

Sometimes there’s just too much to consider, too much to understand & analyze, too many consequences to play out, too many things to clean & repair. Sometimes the best use of our will is to drop it all, walk out from under the webs we’ve spun, the problems we have to solve, & walk into the light….Mark Nepo

a gentle reminder to soften into the light….it doesn’t have to be strong, all powerful, or too decisive….things are lit more beautifully in shadows…

bullfighting & teasing the calm center of madness

verdant & existential plain

To find equanimity & peace requires an acceptance of the mystery of life itself. When we find this calm center within ourselves, it is as if we reach what is called in bullfighting our querencia. The querencia is the place in the ring where the bull feels safe. In order to successfully fight the bull, the matador must force the bull off its querencia, its place of wholenesss. This place in us as human beings is our centeredness & balance where we can remain calm, peaceful, & wise….Jack Kornfield

balancing sorrow & passionate discord…..allowing everyone’s problems to be their own….resisting indifference….maintaining openness…..experiencing the ultimate paradox of acting with complete unconditional love without controlling…

Furthermore we have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us. The labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, & where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god. And where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves. Where we had thought to travel outward, we will come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we will be with all the world….Joseph Campbell

this darkness all around us can only be illuminated by light….

 a calm center without walls….

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it’s a beautiful day…

big sky...big life...

the waiting of winter, of soul’s light…captured in this luminous poem…

Eye Mask…

In this dark I rest,

unready for the light which dawns

day after day,

eager to be shared.

Black silk, shelter me.

I need

more of the night before I open

eyes & heart

to illumination. I must still

grow in the dark like a root

not ready, not ready at all.

Denise Levertov

it’s a haunting day…..ethereal & moving…

…’soul making’ wrote philosopher Jean Houston, ‘is not necessarily a happy thing. Crucial parts of it are not. We need to hold onto the celebration of becoming, to the bliss that wells up from the deeper places we’re tapping…I stared into the night, my heart pounding…..Sue Monk Kidd

don’t forget…it’s a beautiful day… 

the Tao of illusory insight…

illusions

Tao cannot be conveyed by either words or silence. In that state which is neither speech nor silence, its transcendental nature may be apprehended……Zhuangzi

ya know that pit?….that deep falling feeling in the gut when ‘things’ aren’t quite right?….something is slipping around you?….

you’re scrambling to ‘explain’ it all….make it ‘right?’

I think this may be where ‘spiritual integrity’ may bring ‘something’ to the playing field…

I’m not sure yet, but I’m considering it…..The Tao??

can’t you feel this falling? maybe this is the edge of higher?

Who named it ‘the Tao’ in the first place? I would like to talk to that fellow. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. The Tao. The Way. Imagine: naming the unnamable! The Tao that cannot be named is the intelligence of the universe: whatever is happening right now. The mind that realizes this is the don’t-know mind, which is open to all possibilities because it doesn’t believe its own thoughts. What more is there to say? Except that there’s a radiance about people who have settled into the depths of not-knowing. They have found the inexhaustible treasure, in the most obvious place of all. Without the thought of a future, we always fall softly. Life is an ongoing course in learning how to fall……Stephen Mitchell

walking after midnight…….diving into night

swimming in night

Something comes over me now & again……I want to slip outside, ooze out actually….where I’m not really leaving, I’m disappearing….

Not a morose or dramatic event……just a subtle, grainy, gauzy leave-taking. Like taking on the form of a ghost. Becoming………timeless.

Swimming in the night.

I envision this as walking simulating swimming. A shuffle on cobblestone, a wet fog in my hair, and hands in cool coat pockets.

I’m dreaming. I’m looking in windows.

Attracted to the light, but curled into shadows.

I interpret this as a ‘soul flutter.’ A need for the chimerical openness of a moment. Like I’m searching for the soft lining of night.

The Incomprehensible…..

The Ineffable……

It behooves any of us who would meditate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night & welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe…….Edward Hirsch………The Demon & The Angel

That lyrical trance between sleeping & waking where we question & seek & hover between atmospheres…..a beauteous & awestruck moment to embrace….

I sing you, wild chasm, Mountains towered up In nightstorm, You gray towers Brimming with hellish grimaces, With fiery beasts, Bleak ferns, spruces, Crystal blossoms. That you hunt down God, Gentle spirit, Sighing in the cataract, In surging pines……Georg Trakl…..The Night

A place of solace…..the muse is called……