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Sunday, September 30, 2018

via Paris

photos

when the moment
catches the mind,
the wind will lift us,
the sky will come.
catching the moment
only leaves skeletons,
to be shared-but why?
'just' a photo...

(Ireland)



Ireland (Monasterboice, Achill Island, Glengarriff), samples

























walking on water

steep the cliff,
like teeth of dinosaurs
sharp rock needles
in a roaring sea-
a peaceful day
with sheep, and a soul
talking to my heart
at the side of the road,
walking on calm water.

(Achill Island, Ireland)



naming the world

once i was a child,
i could see,
i learned flower,
then i learned water lily,
then i learned 'just' a flower
and right there i learned
'just' me and 'just' you
and 'just' them and worse,
'just' 'it'. it ...was worst.
but, i still meet beauty,
forgetting names.

(Bamboo Park, Glengarriff, Ireland)


autumn

autumn,
and i feel it inside,
dew drops slowly evaporating,
dripping through spider webs,
molecules of memory,
another summer lost,
me too slow drinking sun.
i didn't seek eternity,
found in still moments,
soon all will freeze.
where is the spider?




(Giants causeway, Ireland)



You'll Never Be The Sun, Dolores Keane





You'll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you won't be the moon above us on the moonlit night
And you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
But even on the deepest ocean you will be the light

You may not always shine as you go barefoot over stones
You might be so long together or you might walk alone
And you'll find that love comes easy
Or that love is always right
So even when the storm clouds gather you will be the light

And if you lose a parting side when love turns round on you
Leaving the past behind is knowing you'll do like you always
Holding you blind
Keeping you true

You'll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you won't be the moon above us on the moonlit night
And you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
But even on the deepest ocean you will be the light
You will be the light
You will be the light

Thursday, September 13, 2018

stone



when i last
saw a stone,
i found a song
within, pure desire.
liquid
love.

Tuebingen

Canto de Ossanha , Baden Powell , Vinícius de Moraes

Anna von Hausswolff , Come wander with me/Deliverance live at Montreux J...

SOAP&SKIN , ITALY & (THIS IS) WATER

Handpan Duet , The Old Sea

Yes, Awaken (Symphonic Live 2003)

Bobby McFerrin ,Stravinsky Minuetto & Finale Pulcinella Suite

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

riddle

neither prism,
neither ray
nor light,
no wave nor line,
not water nor fire,
not nothing nor something.
not me and me,
the essence made
of  day
and
of night,
i cannot be said
but named.





Sunday, September 9, 2018

Solo , Ludovico Einaudi

Peter and the Wolf , Canada

De Danann , Love Will Ye Marry Me / Byrne's Hornpipe

De Danann , Dear Irish Boy,Johnny Leary's Polkas

The Dead South , Hard Day

Ashes and snow, Gregory Colbert

John O'Donohue, Sweet Darkness

Sweet Darkness
(from Anam Cara by John O'Donohue) When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your womb tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see. You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

Gacela del amor imprevisto, Federico Garcia Lorca

Nadie comprendía el perfume
de la oscura magnolia de tu vientre.
Nadie sabía que martirizabas
un colibrí de amor entre los dientes.
Mil caballitos persas se dormían
en la plaza con luna de tu frente,
mientras que yo enlazaba cuatro noches
tu cintura, enemiga de la nieve.
Entre yeso y jazmines, tu mirada
era un pálido ramo de simientes.
Yo busqué, para darte, por mi pecho
las letras de marfil que dicen siempre.
Siempre, siempre: jardín de mi agonía,
tu cuerpo fugitivo para siempre,
la sangre de tus venas en mi boca,
tu boca ya sin luz para mi muerte.

Matsuo Basho, With every gust of wind

With every gust of wind,
the butterfly changes its place
on the willow.

Jorge Luis Borges, Simplicity, Llaneza

It opens, the gate to the garden
with the docility of a page
that frequent devotion questions
and inside, my gaze
has no need to fix on objects
that already exist, exact, in memory.
I know the customs and souls
and that dialect of allusions
that every human gathering goes weaving.
I've no need to speak
nor claim false privilege;
they know me well who surround me here,
know well my afflictions and weakness.
This is to reach the highest thing,
that Heaven perhaps will grant us:
not admiration or victory
but simply to be accepted
as part of an undeniable Reality,
like stones and trees. 

Llaneza

Se abre la verja del jardín
con la docilidad de la página
que una frecuente devoción interroga
y adentro las miradas
no precisan fijarse en los objetos
que ya están cabalmente en la memoria.
 
Conozco las costumbres y las almas
y ese dialecto de alusiones
que toda agrupación humana va urdiendo.
No necesito hablar
ni mentir privilegios;
bien me conocen quienes aquí me rodean,
bien saben mis congojas y mi flaqueza.
Eso es alcanzar lo más alto,
lo que tal vez nos dará el Cielo:
no admiraciones ni victorias
sino sencillamente ser admitidos
como parte de una Realidad innegable,
como las piedras y los árboles.

Dreams, Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow

Lost Souls, Loreena McKennitt

Friday, September 7, 2018

Yes , Roundabout

Blessing, John O*Donohue

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life. 

Blessing, For Eros, John O'Donohue


For Eros


When you love,
May you feel the joy
Of your heart coming alive
As your lover’s gaze
Lands on your eyes,
Holding them,
Like the weight of a kiss,
Deepening.
May the words of love
Reach you and fluster
Your held self,
The way a silhouette of breeze
Excites a meadow.
When you are touched,
May it be the gentleness
You desire,
Your lover’s hands sending
Each caress deep into your skin
Like a discovering glance.
May slow sequences
Of kisses discover
Your secret echoes.
May your desire flow free
And never be fettered
By the thorn-chains
Of old guilt
Or crippled touch.
May you feel
How your soul loves
When your skin glows,
And your eyes darken
When promise ripens.
In the gaze of your lover,
May you see clearer
In the mirror
Of your own being.
May the silences
Be spaces where you
Can gather swiftly,
At ease with all
The subtle complexity.
May you be able to listen
To your lover’s heartbeat
And think only of joy
You can awaken.
May you be able
To let yourself fall
Into the ocean rhythm,
Unfolding ever more.
Until you become
One crest of wave,
Rising into wild foam
Whose beauty will show
In the graceful sweep
Of its home-breaking.


- John O'Donohue,  
To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings 


Yo-Yo Ma , Bobby McFerrin , Stars

speaking with the angel, Mary Black

Dolores Keane, Never be the sun

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Carlos Varela , Una Palabra





Una palabra no dice nada

Y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo

Igual que el viento que esconde el agua

Como las flores que esconde el lodo

Una mirada no dice nada

Y al mismo tiempo lo dice todo

Como la lluvia sobre tu cara

O el viejo mapa de algún tesoro

Como la lluvia sobre tu cara

O el viejo mapa de algún tesoro

Una verdad no dice nada

Y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo

Como una hoguera que no se apaga

Como una piedra que nace polvo

Si un día me faltas no seré nada

Y al mismo tiempo lo seré todo

Porque en tus ojos están mis alas

Y está la orilla donde me ahogo

Porque en tus ojos están mis alas

Y está la orilla donde me ahogo


communication, b.shaw


in my experience nothing is worse than para-listening and para-answering: to not listen and answer clearly will fail all efforts of understanding. and human approach. it creates damage. it is comparable to non-committal peace-talks and to absurd theatre. it is absurd.
my experience does not only point to others: also to me.
and it is something to be very acutely aware of for everybody.

Hatikva , Ivry Gitlis





"Tikvatenu" (Our Hope)


o..hope..it is necessary

Bobby McFerrin , Sightless Bird

A Naifa , Psyche a Eros

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Mary Black , The Dimming of the Day

Whalesong, Richard Dillon

Missing You, Richard Dillon

No More Tears, Richard Dillon

Yo-Yo Ma , Bobby McFerrin , Coyote

Eleni Karaindrou , Théme d'adieu (solo piano)

Eleni Karaindrou , By The Sea ( 1998 )

void...

there is something i’d like
to call creative dreaming.
it cannot deal with the invention
of void: there is no void
and there is no void.
the pause between sounds is filled
with silence, and the silence always has
a voice with its own colour. there is no void.
the concept of void is on one side an
intellectual game with helplessness
and on the other side nothing
but suffering a hole in the soul,
in a way an illness as well
as an insult to life:
but as it is absurd we must and can
learn to smile with compassionate
humour.
dream and walk on and be water.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Funky Destination , The Inside Man (Soopasoul remix)

Odyssey

'Soon dawn was born, 
her fingers bright with roses', 
The birds rose in flocks.
My heart stood still

to say: here is my blood,
there is no void from
where i flow, and here
i let my breath ease

into the the winds, 
see, we are everywhere,
we are already home,
and we sing to the day

of our arrival , we are
all here now and forever,
the sky will take us, the sea,
the journey has found

and end and the end 
is a beginning now.
the flowers inhale
the song of birds,

my father's ashes
dance in the waves,
and the light fills all,
a breeze of infinity.




Monday, September 3, 2018

Psalmen , Możdżer, Danielsson, Fresco

Lars Danielsson , Leszek Mozdzer, Berlin, Pasodoble

Kath Bloom , Loren Mazzacane ,Puccini (1984)

Light from the Lighthouse ,Kath Bloom

Kath Bloom, Loren Connors , When You Smile

Giacinto Scelsi, Nuits , I. , C'est Bien La Nuit



stolen...

Kath Bloom , Loren Mazzacane Connors , The Breeze ,My Baby Cries