Sunday, February 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
'We can't excavate the soul, only touch her outer lips with the fearless heart of metaphor. The soul can't excavate herself, only in some kind of mantra of Light. Like the sun we can wake up from a dream to The Dream. And the divine expansive Dream leans on the grace of flesh. We're a flaming imperfection of lovely beauty, like flocks of small birds lost in a world of sky where anything is possible. A Mystical Maze. Our hope rests on the evolution of time, on the All we cannot see. '
(heart of everything)
(heart of everything)
Friday, January 6, 2012
Saturday, December 24, 2011
treasure
Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528)
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Reflections .... Art Brazil
http://theartbrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/mirror-or-sentiment-of-dwelling-in.html?spref=fb
A touchingly honest sharing of images, thoughts and feelings from an amazingly talented wordsmith. Thank you Carol x
A touchingly honest sharing of images, thoughts and feelings from an amazingly talented wordsmith. Thank you Carol x
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
L'Eveil
You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper!
(Rumi)
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
(Emil Cadoo)
'My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the colour of water. I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self.'
(Anais Nin)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
To Be One With Each Other
What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?
George Eliot
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?
George Eliot
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
W. B. Yeats on Magic
"I believe in the practice and philosophy of what we have agreed to call magic, in what I must call the evocation of spirits, though I do not know what they are, in the power of creating magical illusions, in the visions of truth in the depths of the mind when the eyes are closed; and I believe in three doctrines, which have, as I think, been handed down from early times, and have been the foundation of nearly all magical practices. These doctrines are:
(1) That the borders of our minds are ever shifting, and that many minds can flow into one another, as it were, and create or reveal a single mind, a single energy.
(2) That the borders of our memories are as shifting, and that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
(3) That this great mind and great memory can be evoked by symbols."
(1903)
"I believe in the practice and philosophy of what we have agreed to call magic, in what I must call the evocation of spirits, though I do not know what they are, in the power of creating magical illusions, in the visions of truth in the depths of the mind when the eyes are closed; and I believe in three doctrines, which have, as I think, been handed down from early times, and have been the foundation of nearly all magical practices. These doctrines are:
(1) That the borders of our minds are ever shifting, and that many minds can flow into one another, as it were, and create or reveal a single mind, a single energy.
(2) That the borders of our memories are as shifting, and that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
(3) That this great mind and great memory can be evoked by symbols."
(1903)
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
taste
Then, just as she is about to fall over, a flood of heat washes over her. The shadows fade and she bathes in the glow. It drips from her lips. She dips a finger in to the light. She is at one.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
On Midsummer's eve ~
Midsummer Blessings
Midsummer
A power is on the earth and in the air,
From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,
And shelters him, in nooks of deepest shade,
From the hot steam and from the fiery glare.
Look forth upon the earth--her thousand plants
Are smitten, even the dark sun-loving maize
Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze;
For life is driven from all the landscape brown;
The bird has sought his tree, the snake his den,
The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men
Drop by the sun-stroke in the populous town;
As if the Day of Fire had dawned and Sent
Its deadly breath into the firmament.
by William Cullen Bryant
See you there...x
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown,
the poet's pen turns them to shapes
and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination
Queen Hyppolita:
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy;
howsoever strange and admirable.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 5, Scene 1
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Kate Bush - The Sensual World
"...I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. "
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Child in Red
She walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
Rainer Maria Rilke
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
'Spiritual awakening is frequently described as a journey to the top of a mountain. We leave our attachments and our worldliness behind and slowly make our way to the top. At the peak we have transcended all pain. The only problem with this metaphor is that we leave all the others behind - our drunken brother, our schizophrenic sister, our tormented animals and friends. Their suffering continues, unrelieved by our personal escape.
In the process of discovering bodhichitta, the journey goes down, not up. It's as if the mountain pointed toward the centre of the earth instead of reaching into the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward the turbulence and doubt. We jump into it. We slide into it. We tiptoe into it. We move toward it however we can. We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us we move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die.' - PEMA CHODRON
In the process of discovering bodhichitta, the journey goes down, not up. It's as if the mountain pointed toward the centre of the earth instead of reaching into the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward the turbulence and doubt. We jump into it. We slide into it. We tiptoe into it. We move toward it however we can. We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us we move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die.' - PEMA CHODRON
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
La Forêt Rouge (Robert Wyatt)
...The shadow man does see her. It is cold and lonely all around, but the eyes can see through darkness and he feels the healing presence.
And the wanderer knows that she reads clearly the scars, for she has been in contact with danger more than once too, and just has the elegance to hide the fear and tears behind beauty and smile.
(TDO)
Friday, March 25, 2011
re-visiting ~~~ my favourite adventure of Jasmine and Rose
(from Le Manoir de Lord Tennington by 'Evariste Arsonval' - translated and adapted from the French by Eabha Rose)
Invisible and free! Invisible and free! ..." exalted Margaret in the magnificent novel by Mikhail Bulgakov. Elsewhere, naked in the clouds, the beautiful sorceress (as sung by Robert Desnos, the most courageous of poets/alchemists) rode her magic broomstick to the masked ball hosted by the King of Darkness, who had been disguised as a snake in the Garden of Eden.
Naked, Rose was not yet, but speeding through the clouds whilst clinging tightly to Jasmine who steered the broomstick, she enjoyed her first experience of flying with her beloved sorceress. Trembling with fear, mad with pleasure, she admired the virtuosity with which this beautiful thief sailed though the sky a few hundred metres above the streets of Dublin.
"The Master and Margarita!" remembered the scholar...."The best novel by Mikhail Bulgakov, a journey of balance between good and evil, a confrontation with Satan, on the thread of love....But here begin the adventures of The Mistress and Rose! ... What will happen next? ...' she wondered as she laid her cheek tenderly against the back of her dearest Jasmine, feeling blessed that she had been abandoned to this fate ....
"This is not the time to be emotional, Rose", Jasmine said as she turned her broomstick to avoid the steeple of St. Patrick's Cathedral. "I fly, you do not move except when I tell you to move....For now, cover your eyes... I do not want you to know where my lair is..." - And the sorceress gave her a blindfold behind which Rose hid her eyes.
Rose was now in darkness, hundreds of feet above the ground, not knowing where she was or where she was being taken, balanced percariously, hardly daring to hold Jasmine for fear of displeasing her. She tried to find comfort in hearing the voice of the witch whose beauty was unveiled by the wind, and so told her humbly, "O, Jasmine..I do not see anything."
Jasmine replied immediately... "Call me Mistress. I don't want to have to say it again.... "
- And it was as if Rose had been slapped again by Sonia but even more painfully and by the dry voice of the woman with whom she was sailing. Rose felt hurt and embarrassed. She wanted to be gone, to have never known Tennington, to have never been invited to join Jasmine. She wanted to return to a familiar place, to a warm pub with a beautiful university friend, to talk about literature, to dream ...
"Am I dreaming?" Rose wondered ...This troubling thought tore at her while the broomstick began to nose dive as if Jasmine had intended to crush them both to end this shameful adventure. And indeed the silent witch, in the most daring defiance of universal gravitation, waved her wand and, as they dove at great speed, the Earth, by Magic, opened before them. They passed in to a dark underground labyrinth where large rocks began to part, opening the passage, their pace slowing significantly.
Suddenly the broom stopped, resting motionless in the air as it waited patiently for Jasmine to disembark. She grabbed Rose and threw her across her shoulder and then with the same force, threw her on to the bed before slipping the blindfold from her eyes. Jasmine then returned the broom to the closet before changing in to a dark red negligee which revealed her fullness as well as her wild yet sensual beauty.
"Dearest Mistress", said Rose, "thank you for saving me."
Jasmine turned away..."I have not saved. I've removed."
"But you removed me to save me...."
"Not at all. I have removed you to take you as my apprentice witch as Beatrice was stolen from me... Due to stupid modern ideas, it has become so difficult to find a submissive female apprentice.. Males are scrambling to fill the role but they do not understand it as a woman does. Why do you think Beatrice was stolen? Why do you think these pesudo-alchemists wanted you too? To educate? to protect you? Not at all! They are selfish. They only want you to serve them. An instrument like you should be handled with dexterity. Hush, now, I want to read and write some....."
Under the candlelight, Jasmine noticed the cabalistic signs woven through the text she was reading. "The Master will understand. He knows the Book of Books. He cannot ignore the cabal. I sent him a quick note to thank him and reassure him. It is better that we have an ally. After all, it was he who found you. I do not think he wants me. He has both Sonia and Beatrice. He is smart enough to know that you are perfect to serve me and I am also here to please you..."
"Now it's time to get ready to eat, Rose.. Take off your hood, take off your clothes. Put this on." Jasmine handed her a transparent cotton dress.
"But what should I wear underneath, Mistress? "asked Rose, unveiling her fair face as the hood fell around her shoulders.
"You do not ask questions. This is the second rule. If I wanted you wear something underneath, I would have given it to you."
Rose, without daring to look up, took off her shoes. She then undid her garter belt, her stockings falling to her feet before she placed them gently on the bed. Rose then released the straps of her dress and stepped out of it. She then arched her back to undo her bra before lowering her panties. A blushing Rose stood naked before Jasmine, who watched her intently.
"Stay like that for now", said Jasmine. "I need to look more closely." She approached Rose, caressed her breasts with the tips of the fingers, slightly scratching her. She tasted and chewed the nipples. "Very nice', Jasmine said massaging the pale firm breasts presented to her, their nipples responding to the witch's touch. Jasmine then introduced her finger in to Rose's mouth.
"Suck....." she said..."Yes, voluptuous and sensual....Perfect".
Turn around for me to consider your butt." Rose turned around.
"Well trained, well shaped... There is no denying you are very nice, but it's not just the aesthetics that matter in life - the material must be resistant too." Jasmine then pinched Rose sharply on her bottom. Rose bit her lip to keep from crying. "Very good. Firm and responsive. You are what I am looking for...." And she smacked Rose with her strong elegant hand... "But it is not yet time to have fun, for now we must eat..."
Invisible and free! Invisible and free! ..." exalted Margaret in the magnificent novel by Mikhail Bulgakov. Elsewhere, naked in the clouds, the beautiful sorceress (as sung by Robert Desnos, the most courageous of poets/alchemists) rode her magic broomstick to the masked ball hosted by the King of Darkness, who had been disguised as a snake in the Garden of Eden.
Naked, Rose was not yet, but speeding through the clouds whilst clinging tightly to Jasmine who steered the broomstick, she enjoyed her first experience of flying with her beloved sorceress. Trembling with fear, mad with pleasure, she admired the virtuosity with which this beautiful thief sailed though the sky a few hundred metres above the streets of Dublin.
"The Master and Margarita!" remembered the scholar...."The best novel by Mikhail Bulgakov, a journey of balance between good and evil, a confrontation with Satan, on the thread of love....But here begin the adventures of The Mistress and Rose! ... What will happen next? ...' she wondered as she laid her cheek tenderly against the back of her dearest Jasmine, feeling blessed that she had been abandoned to this fate ....
"This is not the time to be emotional, Rose", Jasmine said as she turned her broomstick to avoid the steeple of St. Patrick's Cathedral. "I fly, you do not move except when I tell you to move....For now, cover your eyes... I do not want you to know where my lair is..." - And the sorceress gave her a blindfold behind which Rose hid her eyes.
Rose was now in darkness, hundreds of feet above the ground, not knowing where she was or where she was being taken, balanced percariously, hardly daring to hold Jasmine for fear of displeasing her. She tried to find comfort in hearing the voice of the witch whose beauty was unveiled by the wind, and so told her humbly, "O, Jasmine..I do not see anything."
Jasmine replied immediately... "Call me Mistress. I don't want to have to say it again.... "
- And it was as if Rose had been slapped again by Sonia but even more painfully and by the dry voice of the woman with whom she was sailing. Rose felt hurt and embarrassed. She wanted to be gone, to have never known Tennington, to have never been invited to join Jasmine. She wanted to return to a familiar place, to a warm pub with a beautiful university friend, to talk about literature, to dream ...
"Am I dreaming?" Rose wondered ...This troubling thought tore at her while the broomstick began to nose dive as if Jasmine had intended to crush them both to end this shameful adventure. And indeed the silent witch, in the most daring defiance of universal gravitation, waved her wand and, as they dove at great speed, the Earth, by Magic, opened before them. They passed in to a dark underground labyrinth where large rocks began to part, opening the passage, their pace slowing significantly.
Suddenly the broom stopped, resting motionless in the air as it waited patiently for Jasmine to disembark. She grabbed Rose and threw her across her shoulder and then with the same force, threw her on to the bed before slipping the blindfold from her eyes. Jasmine then returned the broom to the closet before changing in to a dark red negligee which revealed her fullness as well as her wild yet sensual beauty.
"Dearest Mistress", said Rose, "thank you for saving me."
Jasmine turned away..."I have not saved. I've removed."
"But you removed me to save me...."
"Not at all. I have removed you to take you as my apprentice witch as Beatrice was stolen from me... Due to stupid modern ideas, it has become so difficult to find a submissive female apprentice.. Males are scrambling to fill the role but they do not understand it as a woman does. Why do you think Beatrice was stolen? Why do you think these pesudo-alchemists wanted you too? To educate? to protect you? Not at all! They are selfish. They only want you to serve them. An instrument like you should be handled with dexterity. Hush, now, I want to read and write some....."
Under the candlelight, Jasmine noticed the cabalistic signs woven through the text she was reading. "The Master will understand. He knows the Book of Books. He cannot ignore the cabal. I sent him a quick note to thank him and reassure him. It is better that we have an ally. After all, it was he who found you. I do not think he wants me. He has both Sonia and Beatrice. He is smart enough to know that you are perfect to serve me and I am also here to please you..."
"Now it's time to get ready to eat, Rose.. Take off your hood, take off your clothes. Put this on." Jasmine handed her a transparent cotton dress.
"But what should I wear underneath, Mistress? "asked Rose, unveiling her fair face as the hood fell around her shoulders.
"You do not ask questions. This is the second rule. If I wanted you wear something underneath, I would have given it to you."
Rose, without daring to look up, took off her shoes. She then undid her garter belt, her stockings falling to her feet before she placed them gently on the bed. Rose then released the straps of her dress and stepped out of it. She then arched her back to undo her bra before lowering her panties. A blushing Rose stood naked before Jasmine, who watched her intently.
"Stay like that for now", said Jasmine. "I need to look more closely." She approached Rose, caressed her breasts with the tips of the fingers, slightly scratching her. She tasted and chewed the nipples. "Very nice', Jasmine said massaging the pale firm breasts presented to her, their nipples responding to the witch's touch. Jasmine then introduced her finger in to Rose's mouth.
"Suck....." she said..."Yes, voluptuous and sensual....Perfect".
Turn around for me to consider your butt." Rose turned around.
"Well trained, well shaped... There is no denying you are very nice, but it's not just the aesthetics that matter in life - the material must be resistant too." Jasmine then pinched Rose sharply on her bottom. Rose bit her lip to keep from crying. "Very good. Firm and responsive. You are what I am looking for...." And she smacked Rose with her strong elegant hand... "But it is not yet time to have fun, for now we must eat..."
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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