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Luminosity 03 Sep 2011
Take one Rumi poem in the morning and another one at night. Repeat as necessary.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill.
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
RUMI
Totally conscious, and apropos of nothing, you come to see me.
Is someone here? I ask.
The moon. The full moon is inside your house.
My friends and I go running out into the street.
I'm in here, comes a voice from the house, but we aren't listening.
We're looking up at the sky.
RUMI
Be Melting Snow
Rumi was a 13th century Persian mystic. His words are still fresh and alive today.
Edited by Luminosity, 03 September 2011 - 02:04 AM.
Luminosity 25 Sep 2011
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
-- Leonard Cohen
brokenportal 01 Oct 2011
“Not so long,” said the Mexican.
“Then why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was quite enough to meet his needs and feed his family.
“So what do you do with the rest of your time?” asked the American.
“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evening, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”
The American interrupted. “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”
“And after that?” asked the Mexican.
“With the extra money the bigger boat will bring, you can buy a second boat and then a third boat, and then more until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants. Pretty soon you could open your own plant. You could leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York! From there you could direct your whole enterprise.”
“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.
“Twenty — perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.
“And after that?”
“Afterwards? Well, my friend,” laughed the American, “that’s when it gets really interesting. When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”
“Millions? Really? And after that?” said the Mexican.
“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a beautiful place near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take siestas with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.” "
Luminosity 11 Oct 2011
-- Audre Lord
Luminosity 27 Oct 2011
The Waking
Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Luminosity 30 Oct 2011
-- W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Luminosity 14 Nov 2011
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
--The Talmud
Edited by Luminosity, 14 November 2011 - 02:23 AM.
Luminosity 14 Nov 2011
. . . . . . . . . . . . Winston Churchill
They have released against her, our lady Ishtar, the
sixty miseries: miseries of the eyes, of the heart, of
the head, of the sides, miseries against her feet,
miseries against every part of her, miseries against
the entire body of our goddess.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Babylonian Songs
For we are not contending against flesh and blood, but
against the principalities, against the powers,
against the world rulers of this present darkness.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ephesians 6:12
For God shall bring every work into judgement,
with every secret thing,
whether it be good,
or whether it be evil.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ecclesiastes 12:14
The only thing I know that truly heals people is
unconditional love.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Elisabeth Kubler-Ross M.D.
Good Living
Good living is an act of intelligence, by which we
choose things which have an agreeable taste rather
than those which do not.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Brillat-Savarin "The Physiology of Taste" 1826
Love
For one human being to love another, that is perhaps
the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the
last test and proof, the work for which all other work
is but preparation.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ranier Maria Rilke
"you musn't force sex to do the work of love or love
to do the work of sex."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Mary McCarthy
Goddesses
All things of the sea belong to Venus; pearls and
shells and alchemists' gold and kelp and the riggish
smell of neap tides, the inshore green, and purple
further out and the joy of distances and the roar of
falling masonry, all these are hers, but she doesn't
come out of the sea for all of us.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .John Cheever
I, the fiery life of divine essence, am aflame beyond
the beauty of the meadows, I gleam in the waters, and
I burn in the sun, moon and stars. . . . I awaken
everything to life.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hildegard of Bingen
The Lady's Psalm
The Lady's my shepherd, I have all I need.
She makes me to lie down in green meadows,
Beside the still waters She will lead.
She restores my soul. She rights my wrongs.
She leads me in a path of good things
and fills my heart with songs.
Even though I walk through a dark and dreary land,
There is nothing that can shake me.
She has said She won't forsake me,
I'm in Her hand.
She sets a table before me in the presence of my foes.
She anoints my head with oil and my cup overflows.
Surely. . . surely, goodness and kindness
will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will live in Her house forever, forever and
ever.
Glory be to our Mother and Daughter,
and to the holy of holys.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be
world without end. So Mote It Be.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .author unknown
Medicine & Science
Only 15 percent of the decisions a doctor makes
everyday are based on evidence.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Robert Califf M.D. Director of Duke University's Clinical Research Institute
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .(Time magazine October 12, 1998)
Cultural assumptions are often the hidden rationale
underlying many scientific premises.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Fatimah Jackson
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Professor of Biological Anthropology
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .University of Maryland
The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth, and
he that is wise will not abhor them.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Brillat-Savarin
. . . . . . . . . . . . . ."The Physiology of Taste" 1826
Temporal Forces
Behind every great fortune is a great crime.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Montaigne
Power
Power can be taken, but not given. The process of the
taking is empowerment itself.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .. Gloria Steinem
The history of every century begins in the heart of a
man or woman.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Willa Cather
. . . . . . . . . . . . . O Pioneers! 1913
Food
Sixty runners will not overtake him who breakfasts
early.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Talmud: Baba kamma
Preach not to them what they should eat, but eat as
becomes you, and be silent.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Epictetus
Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Fran Leibowitz
Finding Your Path
One finds one's way by only by taking it.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .A.D. Sertillanges
Adventure is not in the guidebook, beauty is not on
the map. Seek and ye shall find.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Terry Russell
. . . . . . . . . . . . . On The Loose
Only by going alone is silence, without baggage, can
one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All
other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and
chatter.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .(author? let me know if you know)
It is the climbing of the mountain that makes the view
from the top so breathtaking.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .Richard C. Miller
The great thing in the world is to know how to belong
to oneself.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .Montaigne
Cats
I saw cats, tomcats, Mary Ann cats, long-tailed cats,
bob-tail cats, blind cats, one-eyed cats, wall-eyed
cats, cross-eyed cats, gray cats, black cats, white
cats, yellow cats, striped cats, spotted cats, tame
cats, wild cats, singed cats, individual cats, groups
of cats, platoons of cats, companies of cats,
multitudes of cats, millions of cats, and all of them
sleek, fat, lazy and sound asleep.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Mark Twain, writing about the cat population in
Honolulu in 1866, where he reckoned there were "just
about cats enough for three apiece all around."
Leadership
To lead the people, walk behind them.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Lao-Tzu
A good leader can't get too far ahead of his
followers.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Franklin Roosevelt 1949
Miscellaneous
Love truth, and pardon error.
. . . . . . . . . . . .Voltaire
What is a holy person? The one who is aware of others' suffering.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Kabir
The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.
. . . . . . . . . . . .Voltaire
Your vigor for life appalls me.
. . . . . . . . . . . .R. Crumb, Cartoonist
Edited by Luminosity, 14 November 2011 - 03:11 AM.
Luminosity 16 Nov 2011
Luminosity 21 Mar 2013
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . --David Johansen
You call that love in French, but it's just Frenchette
I've been to France, so let's just dance
I get all the love I need in a luncheonette
In just one glance, so let's just dance
I can't get the kind of love that I want
Or that I need, so let's just dance
You come on like it's all natural darling
But you know, oh it's really only naturalette
It's just like all of your leathers darling, they don't scare me
I know it's really only leatherette
I take it down, gonna wash it down
I scrub you on down in any old launderette
I can't get the kind of love that I want
So let's just dance, and I'll forget
Want you to come in my kitchen and not my kitchenette
Want you to come in my dining room, not my dinette yet
I can't get the kind of love
So let's just dance and I'll forget
I can't get the kind of love that I want or that I need
So let's just dance
I can't get the kind of love that I want or that I need
So let's just dance
Let's just dance
Let's just dance
I said, let's just dance
Let's just dance
Let's just dance
Let's just dance
Remember how we were marveling darling, we were marvelous
Yeah we were marveling at The Marvelettes
We fell in love with Veronica
And every last one of The Ronettes . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . -- Lyrics to "Frenchette" David Johansen 1978
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Edited by Luminosity, 21 March 2013 - 05:10 AM.
Luminosity 21 Mar 2013
WARNING:
Contains profanity
Contains humanity
Contains inanity
Contains insanity
Contains Sean Hannity*
Contains emotions that stretch across the ocean
Contains the shell
of life not lived well
Every time she tried
They ripped her up inside
She crawled in the TV
as if it was a tree
made a door
in the computer store
wore a hole
through their concrete floor
stopped saying hello
To those that she should know
Her life was a grievance
Her body's not presentable
Her love life didn't happen
Why does she have stretchmarks when they have perfect asses?
Why does she have cellulite?
Why does she have glasses?
Why did she get pimples that lasted for 37 years?
Why do they run scott free
When she gets all the fears?
Missing:
Protection
Money
Dignity
Peace
Quiet
Opportunity
Why does everything unfold into hostility?
Where was love?
-- Luminosity
"This Poem Contains"
*no it doesn't.
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Edited by Luminosity, 21 March 2013 - 06:31 AM.