Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts

Monday, May 2, 2016

The Mind And Awareness


There is no ideal in observation.
When you have an ideal,
you cease to observe,
you are then merely
approximating the
present to the idea,
and therefore there
is duality, conflict,
and all the rest of it.

The mind has to be in the
state when it can see, observe.
The experience of the observation
is really an astonishing state.

In that there is no duality.
The mind is simply—aware.

—Jiddu Krishnamurti

Monday, December 21, 2015

Thursday, August 1, 2013

where to?



Earth, earth, 
riding your merry-go-round...

All in all, I'd say, 
the world is strangling.

And I, in my bed each night, 
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.

And the moon, 
under its dark hood, 
falls out of the sky each night, 

with its hungry red mouth
to suck at my scars. 

Anne Sexton, As It Was Written

Friday, July 26, 2013

Ephemerae



No one discovers
just where we've been, 
when we're caught up again
into our own sphere (where we must
return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)

--but we have changed, a little. 


Denise Levertov,  Sojourns in the Parallel World

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Mystery Of Man



We come from a distant past that we’ve forgotten
And now we look up and aspire to the stars
We are the mystery that even we can’t decipher
The mystery of man

The story is told in stone and broken arrows
In traces of cities unknown lost in sand
In colours and castle walls silent and unseen statues
The mystery of man

The wind stirs in the trees likes voices in dreams
And then just when it seems we know what it means
Simply its gone

The miracle is the mind asking the questions
Seeking to find itself if it can
Only to see itself endlessly echoed in mirrors
The mystery of man.

---
Karol Wojtyla (the late Pope John Paul II)






Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Test


Those who learned to be truly human
found everything in being humble

while those who looked proudly from above
were pushed down the stairs.

A heart that must always feel superior
will one day lose its way.

What should be within leaks out...

A Poem by Yunus Emre (1240-1321)
The Drop that became the Sea, translated by Helminski and Algan (1989)