February 2012
21 posts
“cut and run” - jill andrews
“Time has this funny almost sarcastic way of reminding space that distance is not...”
– 51 days.
“It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many
gods.
I want to know if...”
– David Whyte, “Self Portrait”
(via waveofwords)
“When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its...”
– Vladimir Nabokov — Speak, Memory (via naranzarian)
its a surprisingly refined moment when one notices that the elevation to the status of symbolic authority has to be paid by the ritualistic mind-ly death of its empirical bearer. If one is to save its legacy, one has to renounce its realistic existence. Idealism and cruelty as it turns out are the two sides of the same coin -that is, how the illusory attempt to realize an idea of a better life is...
“Res ipsa loquitur”
“the Urge to raise a thought into the false dignity of a general explanation...”
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends...
“The way,
the way the wind rides and the night falls.
The same way water...”
“Res ipsa loquitur”
– it is what it is.
“Since everything is but an apparition, perfect in being what it is, having...”
– Long Chen Pa
“Ok”
January 2012
11 posts
“Pay heed to the grievances of the reed
Of what divisive separations breed
From...”
– Version, translation of the Song of the Reed by Rumi.
Human-shit.
No, there is no good in politics.
Even if there are people out there with good intentions and doing the interest of the public (public?) in politics they are only feeding a system and a premise that is pure human-shit.
Pardon me if I am blunt, but I am growing tired of the discourse of the greatest show on earth.
Politics as it is now comes down to nothing more than a game of bullshitters...
“Dragons never existed.”
– They still don’t
Relevance in the time of the flood.
Substance and content are not definitions that can be described. What attract us to communicate and share; Is it the need to express or is the the quest for contact?
Its not an easy territory to venture to. I believe human-ness is highly underrated. Intentions and considerations are diluted in the constant flow of stressed information. That information that serves us to fill in silences, to...
“How fast does time pass?”
– One second per second.
December 2011
4 posts
“Question everything.”
– Why?
In the land of violent disruption.
because yes, war is a difficult concept to explain. It is not something that you get to imagine living, more now that it seems that the world is smaller but human distance is greater.
How do you explain to a 5 year old that the history of the world is mostly determined by violent confrontation that pursues greedy interests and that dis-values not only the mere existence of the...
November 2011
15 posts
why it seems that words have the ultimate purpose of filling the voids our understanding cannot.
Is it a need, I wonder, to communicate, or is it a need to release? or being known, understood, visible, present and existent.
who is listening, who do we write this for, who do we talk for and why are we choosing our words from a careless mind if what we are trying to say is sacred?
As words are...
I think I understand why the sailors decided not to loose their north.
There is the guiding star that they could not see if they drifted south
and being lost at sea had no knowable outcome,
except that for some time, the edge would be eventually inminent
and the fall into the void of time and space
carried no poetic tone.
Looking up and give such meaning to glowing mostly already dead
...
“Mystery will control you, knowledge will make you the controller. Mystery will...”
– Osho
(via elige)
“Eternity it’s not a long time, nor it is in the future or in a distant...”
“The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are...”
– Joseph Campbell