sobota 10. března 2012

Beauty: See It, Feel It, Accept It...

... when someone gives words of beauty out to you, that person doesn ´t give it for justifiable reasons, but for the fact of the beauty´s pure  existence. 
See beauty, feel beauty, accept it - don´t destroy it with unneccessary questions.
Tan Joven y Tan Viejo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAG9WrU1olI&feature=related

Mercedes Sosa, Todo Cambia: 

Una Palabra No Dice Nada: 

No Es El Fin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW3-Bikj3-E&feature=related

pátek 24. února 2012

Bluebird

there´s a bluebird in my he art that
wants to get out
but I´m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I´m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there´s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he´s 
in there.
there´s a bluebird in my heart 
that wants to get out
but I´m too tough for him,
I say, 
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there´s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I´m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody´s asleep.
I say, I know that you´re there,
so don´t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he´s singing a little
in there. I haven´t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it´s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don´t 
weep, do
you?

Charles Bukowski


neděle 6. listopadu 2011

Motheroot

Creation often
needs two hearts
one to root
and one to flower
One to sustain
in time of drouth
and hold fast
against winds of pain
the fragile bloom
that in the glory
of its hours
affirms a heart
unsung, unseen.
                                --- Marilou Awiakta

pondělí 24. října 2011

Missing You

The waves of the sea 
are not more eager
to reach the shore
than I am
to reach you.


The ocean
is in my bed.

sobota 22. října 2011

Crossing to Avalon

Once we enter [the labyrinth], ordinary
time and distance are immaterial,
we are in the midst of a ritual and a 
journey where transformation is possible;
we do not know how far away or 
close we are to the center where meaning
can be found until we are there; 
the way back is not obvious and we
have no way of knowing as we emerge 
how or when we will take the experience 
back into the world until we do.
There are no blind ends in a labyrinth,
the path often doubles back on itself,
the direction toward which we are facing
is continually changing, and if we
do not turn back or give up we will 
reach the center to find the rose, the
Goddess, the Grail. To return
to ordinary life, we must again travel
the labyrinth to get out, which is also a 
complex journey for it involves integrating
the experience into consciousness,
which is what changes us.

-- Jean Shinoda Bolen

Labyrinth in the Grace Cathedral, San Francisco

sobota 8. října 2011

The People´s Prayer

... You have been with me from the earliest rocking of
my cradle up until this present moment.
You know our heart, our Father,
And all de range of our deceitful minds.
And if you find anything like sin lurking
In and around our hearts,
Ah ast you, my Father, and my wonder-workin´ God,
To pluck it out
And cast it into de sea of fuhgitfulness,
Where it will never rise to harm us in dis world
Nor condemn us in de judgement.
You heard me when Ah laid at hell´s dark door
With no weapon in my hand
And no God in my heart,
And cried for three long days and nights.
You heard me, Lawd,
And stooped so low
And snatched me from the hell
Of eternal death and damnation.
You cut loose my stammerin´ tongue;
You established my feet on de rock of salvation
And yo´ voice was heard in rumblin´ judgement.
I thank Thee that my last night´s sleepin´ couch
Was not my coolin´ board
And my cover
Was not my windin´ sheet.
Speak to de sinner-man and bless ´im.
Touch all those
Who have been down to de doors of degradation.
Ketch de man dat´s layin´ in danger of consumin´ fire;
And, Lawd,
When Ah kin pray no mo´.
When Ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow,
Look on me, yo´ weak servant who feels de least of all.
Point my soul a restin´ place
Where Ah kin set down and praise yo´ name forever
Is my prayer for Jesus´ sake
Amen and thank God.

pondělí 26. září 2011

The River Has Its Destination

We have been telling the people that this is the
Eleventh Hour
Now we must go back and tell the people this is the
Hour


And there are things to be considered:


Where are you living?
What are you doing?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.


It is time to speak your truth.


Create your community.
Be good to each other.


And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!


There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will
be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.


They will feel they are being torn apart and they
will suffer greatly.


Know the river has its destination.


The Elders say we must let go of the whore, and
push off and into the river, keep our eyes open, and 
our head above the water.


See who is in there with you and Celebrate.


At this time in history, we are to take nothing
personally.
Least of all, ourselves.


For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth
and journey comes to a halt.


The time of the lone wolf is over.


Gather yourselves!


Banish the word "struggle" from your attitude and
your vocabulary.


All that you do now must be done in a sacred
manner
And in celebration.
"We are the ones we have been waiting for..."


              -- The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona