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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Tao Te Ching, One does not walk

One does not walk into the forest and accuse the trees of being off-center,
nor do they visit the shore and call the waves imperfect.
So why do we look at ourselves this way?

Tao Te Ching

charles bukovski, love is a dog from hell



well, yes?.. no.



"there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.”

via Fernpass and Brenner to St.Ulrich








bob dylan, three angels

war paint for trees

War Paint for Trees from The Lincoln Motor Company on Vimeo.

Bob Dylan, I want you

Bob Dylan - I Want You (live at Budokan) from Liviu Balint on Vimeo.

Van Morrison - Carrying A Torch

The Tiger Lillies - sailors

Cape of Good Hope - The Tiger Lillies




the wind is howling
on this summer's day
The Cape of Good Hope
blows our lives away

The sea roars
the lightning flash
Our timbers are all smashed
The waters coming for us
With one last breath
over us it does gush

And we're going under the waves
Gasp and gag to our graves
But now as my breathing does cease
I feel only peace

And the mermaids carry me
I feel only free
Now my soul floats on the sea
And the mermaids play with me

All is calm in the waves
King Neptune does us save
So each sailor in the sea
If you hear remember me

When the storm does not cease
Your fate it will be peace
Only peace


Yoav - Where is my mind

Sarah Blasko - All I Want - Live at the Sydney Opera House - HD

Heifetz Sweet Remembrance

Jascha Heifetz plays Saint-Saens Havanaise

jungle

the jungle is the jungle.
i try to step here,
in my hands
a machete

to cut lianas.
this green damp
dark place,
sweat and sores.

here it is hard
to trust and sleep,
strange sounds
and unsafe ground.

to be aware of danger
but curious as a cat,
i walk on,
tired but firm.

you are
at the other side.
your hand cannot
reach through.

i have found
the voice
of your soul
to bear to you

in silence.
even here
i don't stop
listening.

i hear you
in the rain,
it pours down,
a blinding noise

in this nowhere
i am nothing but will
and soul and ears
moving through mud

now i am,
i change,
i ripen like fruit
to my own sweetness

in the pure strength
of my heart.
i will say love
in the innocence

i found in birds
and snakes
and lizards
and flowers,

i will say love
with my breath
and my ears,
not in the language

i learned
nor in words
i used before.
i listen.