love songs and roses are easy,
to love not always
but can be true as a living rose
and more true than a song
Thursday, October 8, 2015
David Whyte on Longing and Silence: quotes see link below
"Longing is the transfiguration of aloneness … like a comet’s passing tail, glimpsed only for a moment but making us willing to give up our perfect house, our paid for home and our accumulated belongings."
"Longing has its own secret, future destination, and its own seasonal emergence from within, a ripening from the core, a seed growing in our own bodies; it is as if we are put into relationship with an enormous distance inside us leading back to some unknown origin with its own secret timing indifferent to our wills, and gifted at the same time with an intimate sense of proximity, to a lover, to a future, to a transformation, to a life we want for ourselves, and to the beauty of the sky and the ground that surrounds us."
"In silence, essence speaks to us of essence itself and asks for a kind of unilateral disarmament, our own essential nature slowly emerging as the defended periphery atomizes and falls apart. As the busy edge dissolves we begin to join the conversation through the portal of a present unknowing, robust vulnerability, revealing in the way we listen, a different ear, a more perceptive eye, an imagination refusing to come too early to a conclusion, and belonging to a different person than the one who first entered the quiet."
[…]
"Reality met on its own terms demands absolute presence, and absolute giving away, an ability to live on equal terms with the fleeting and the eternal, the hardly touchable and the fully possible, a full bodily appearance and disappearance, a rested giving in and giving up; another identity braver, more generous and more here than the one looking hungrily for the easy, unearned answer."
john cage - experiences no.2 (lyrics by e.e. cummings, vocals by robert ...
i cannot share this experience nor these words
as anything linked to me in a direct way NOW-
but i found this "fascinating"
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
ee cummings
as anything linked to me in a direct way NOW-
but i found this "fascinating"
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
ee cummings
John Cage - Dream (1948)
waves of life, a dream...
a quote out of the you tube comments:
It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one;
better to perform one than to listen to one;
better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment or acquisition of 'culture'.
(John Cage, "Silence: lectures and writings")
a quote out of the you tube comments:
It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one;
better to perform one than to listen to one;
better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment or acquisition of 'culture'.
(John Cage, "Silence: lectures and writings")
Alan Watts - Are You Addicted To Thoughts?
.."you can't stop worrying and therefore you get additionally worried
that you are worried".....
"you are worried because you are worried because you are worried"
well known phenomenon, it goes the same way with all negative
ways of experience, they lead into vicious circles and double bind..
too well known.
better to be quiet..even easier and opening to richness
that you are worried".....
"you are worried because you are worried because you are worried"
well known phenomenon, it goes the same way with all negative
ways of experience, they lead into vicious circles and double bind..
too well known.
better to be quiet..even easier and opening to richness
waking up at night: letters to you, an open diary
i want to live a simple life.
i don't want to talk about what is love
nor live with so many doubts.
i don't need taboos but acceptance.
i want to share what i can give,
a quiet life, cooking or going for a walk,
a ride on the bike, seeing with wonder,
ways of travel, the surprise of you and your laughter,
sadness and consolation,
the stillness of the garden, my arms and my bed.
i am bored with discussions,
impatient with opinions
and irritated with interpretations.
i am troubled with our fears.
i can easily live with
uncertainty when i can feel trust
and find love.
i can easily forget all this
when i love
but i cannot be who i am not.
i want to live a simple life
with smiles and cuddles and warmth
and with some dreams to share and a few to come true.
i want to listen to the birds in the morning
and to the rain at night, watch stupid films,
read crime stories, watch the reflections
in the water and feel the pauses in the wind.
i want to take you in my arms under the stars,
to stay in yours and breathe the scent of the herbs.
you know who you are.
and i know.
I want to share what you can give.
i am longing for you to open and flower.
i don't want to play the hide-and-seek game nor
the "sorry" game nor "angry" game nor
the "you don't love me if you " game.
can love transform emotions, allow needs and let peace be?
our masks are nothing, our work is of no importance,
social roles are ridiculous, normality is a word,
the exquisite is luxurious shit, artistic stuff is artifical,
opposition is no aim,
the advice and talk of others cannot concern me
in my way or behaviour.
i am open as i have always been,
but more open now.
and though the hinges of my doors screech at times, i am open as soul
and man to take you inside.
are you open this way?
i am also open to change and open to go another way, alone,
as i am open to life but:
through doubts and pain and joy and warmth and love
i wait for you to take me inside your heart as i am.
let me feel through your cloud, and if you cannot make up yor mind
let your heart walk out to me and i stay forever.
this is my presence.
there is nothing ambivalent about it.
it is the rich presence of life and of me, of you,
filled with salt and pepper and and the sweetness
of apples which can make us go through all troubles
and the experience of age and death:
it is love. it is simple.
i want to live a simple life.
it does not need a name.
at best we can call it our life.
ps
now , in the morning, i thought of erasing it,
i will not.
no conventions here.
i don't want to talk about what is love
nor live with so many doubts.
i don't need taboos but acceptance.
i want to share what i can give,
a quiet life, cooking or going for a walk,
a ride on the bike, seeing with wonder,
ways of travel, the surprise of you and your laughter,
sadness and consolation,
the stillness of the garden, my arms and my bed.
i am bored with discussions,
impatient with opinions
and irritated with interpretations.
i am troubled with our fears.
i can easily live with
uncertainty when i can feel trust
and find love.
i can easily forget all this
when i love
but i cannot be who i am not.
i want to live a simple life
with smiles and cuddles and warmth
and with some dreams to share and a few to come true.
i want to listen to the birds in the morning
and to the rain at night, watch stupid films,
read crime stories, watch the reflections
in the water and feel the pauses in the wind.
i want to take you in my arms under the stars,
to stay in yours and breathe the scent of the herbs.
you know who you are.
and i know.
I want to share what you can give.
i am longing for you to open and flower.
i don't want to play the hide-and-seek game nor
the "sorry" game nor "angry" game nor
the "you don't love me if you " game.
can love transform emotions, allow needs and let peace be?
our masks are nothing, our work is of no importance,
social roles are ridiculous, normality is a word,
the exquisite is luxurious shit, artistic stuff is artifical,
opposition is no aim,
the advice and talk of others cannot concern me
in my way or behaviour.
i am open as i have always been,
but more open now.
and though the hinges of my doors screech at times, i am open as soul
and man to take you inside.
are you open this way?
i am also open to change and open to go another way, alone,
as i am open to life but:
through doubts and pain and joy and warmth and love
i wait for you to take me inside your heart as i am.
let me feel through your cloud, and if you cannot make up yor mind
let your heart walk out to me and i stay forever.
this is my presence.
there is nothing ambivalent about it.
it is the rich presence of life and of me, of you,
filled with salt and pepper and and the sweetness
of apples which can make us go through all troubles
and the experience of age and death:
it is love. it is simple.
i want to live a simple life.
it does not need a name.
at best we can call it our life.
ps
now , in the morning, i thought of erasing it,
i will not.
no conventions here.
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