the peace, love, and joy always present if allowed.

( how to be a poet )

“All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.”

Craftsman, prepare your instruments.

A tall echo comes down from the mountain; you hear the roaring of spring torrents.

The beauty of the earth revels itself for the first time to children's eyes just as it did once to yours

Craftsman, you are building a star that will journey in the sky of those now being born,

While you withdraw without regret, ( Read more... )

love and space
salt and light

if only this was all we are
all we have been and will ever be

if only such things were meant for being held
as if there were ever a need for holding on

if only letting go were so easy

'think what self-denial it takes to express oneself with such brevity.  every glance can be expanded into a poem, every sigh into a novel.  but to express a novel in a single gesture, joy in a single breath: such concentration can only be found where self pity is lacking in equal measure'

-arnold schoenberg

what is it we're entitled to, if anything, especially that which is material?  where has the sense of entitlement that has swallowed society whole come from?  sure folks don't have time to think of such things, but what are you grateful for, or what do you simply not take for granted?  what is being but a gift; yourself and others, everything that ( Read more... )

first, the blood moon;musings on gift, gratitude, and a way of viewing animals and life akin to my own.  the ethics of eating meat: a radical view is also worth a read if you're so inclined; another more comprehensive look at meat and alternatives than is typical.  i'd be interested to hear your thoughts.

second, the eerie connections between my own ( Read more... )

honesty and attention, love and care, mindfulness.  letting go, full force.  being washed over.  blossoming joyfully.  no doing, just being.

-anthony

i came here to document my time spent in the mind of a tree searching for light and new life, a runaway dog and the view of the farm from atop a hill after giving chase (and giving up), the greeting of those always smiling children splashing in puddles and snowbanks on the way down, cleaning birdhouses to make room for bluebird couples: spring is ( Read more... )

St. Francis And The Sow

The bud
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as ( Read more... )