Even a brief shock (when discovering the moon over city roofs or hearing a sharp bird cry at night) can yield an experience of the order of no-mind: the poetical order, the order of art. When this occurs, our own reality-beyond-meaning is awakened, & we experience an affect that is neither thought nor feeling but an interior impact. Both the magic of art & the art of magic derive from & are addressed to experiences of this order. They function evocatively, not referentially; like the beat of a shaman’s drum, not like a formula of Einstein……Joseph Campbell
it’s wonderful to escape to a place where reason is uninvited….the harmony of art & magic touches our need for aesthetic wanderings….such small & delicate wishes!
like arrranging the dinner just so…like draping a little sprig of ivy over your hut….like suddenly remembering your ancient roots in an old teacup….like burying a stone for luck….like remembering your devout faith as something inevitable….
All the way to heaven is heaven itself.
The process of discovery is the endless spring of creativity, always bright, fresh & new, brimming with life. Where it comes from is not too important. What matters is that it’s already present in each one of us, waiting to be uncovered. Ultimately, engaging the artless arts means to see into one’s own heart & mind, & to bring to life that which is realized- embodying the arts of simplicity, mystery,, spontaneity, & suchness……John Daido Loori