another day of sunshine, a sunday drive and a walk in the hills. we spotted 6 swans with a small flock of canadian geese on this seed farmers land, unfortunately we couldn't zoom in enough to capture their beauty.
January 30, 2011
January 26, 2011
In the early morning hour
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
to take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no
resistance to sunlight.”
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.
Completely become the hearing and the ear,
and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.
Work. Keep digging your well.
Don’t think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.
-Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
to take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no
resistance to sunlight.”
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.
Completely become the hearing and the ear,
and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.
Work. Keep digging your well.
Don’t think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.
-Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
January 25, 2011
January 12, 2011
Who is in There?
Walking in the woods today I
came upon a cabin.
Small and dark with windows
like portals ~ not unlike others I had passed.
A voice from inside brought me to
an abrupt halt.
"Who is in there?" I asked.
The tone and cadence of his speech
was familiar.
But the endless flow emanated such dissonance,
making it unrecognizable to me.
See-sawing between bravado and fear,
love and hatred, compassion and indifference.
"Do I know you? Who is in there?" blurted
from my mouth.
Then I listened closer and heard ~
"Walking in the woods today, I came upon a cabin."
~ 01/12/2011 david maddux ~
January 10, 2011
life's torments
Tucson, loss and pain ... when I stumbled upon this picture after reading the news I said to myself ... of course!
Michelangelo, The Torment of Saint Anthony
A work believed to be Michelangelo's first painting has been bought for an undisclosed sum by the Kimbell Art Museum in Texas. The Torment of Saint Anthony, an oil and tempera depiction of the white-faced saint being teased and pulled by demons, could provide insights into Michelangelo's early artistic development. Layers of dirt and grime were removed to expose the original oils and colours, while infrared scans and x-rays revealed the changes he made to the work as it progressed. The painting will go on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, on 15 June 2009
January 4, 2011
today
I don't remember the last time I picked this up and I certainly don't remember leaving the needle in the starting position. Slowly letting go of distractions.
January 1, 2011
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