Posted in Life, Literature, Mysticism, Philosophy, Poetry, World on April 22, 2007 | 1 Comment »
What
is
my share
in this world?
What can I give it,
and how am I engrained in it?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2007)
The author writes about this:
“I carried this thought along on my walk this morning, forgot about it at the bakery while talking to the Ukrainian owner, then picked up on it again on my way home, arranging lines [...]
Posted in Death, Despair, Life, Words on April 20, 2007 | No Comments »
But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off.
No. You decided to spill your blood and that of others.
No. Perhaps you [...]
Posted in Death, Karma, Life, Literature, Mystery, tagged Thornton Wilder, Bridge of San Luis Rey, Karma, Death, karmic, biography on April 17, 2007 | No Comments »
No event is unrelated. All surface events are linked by karmic relationships at levels below the surface.
Yesterday’s murder of 32 by a man at Virginia Tech might be a reason to think about the possible karmic meaning of such events (because at the surface level one can only shake one’s head in uncomprehending horror).
In [...]
Posted in Eden, Food, Life, Paradise, Satire, Words, tagged diet, eating, Food, health, heaven, piety, unhealthy on April 15, 2007 | No Comments »
You can’t eat yourself into Heaven.
While cooking together, my friend Mareike and I were talking about various diets and eating habits today.
I told her about one particularly healthy sanitarium where you don’t get anything to drink with your food because this is considered to be extremely unhealthy. I added that the staff there exude the [...]
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli on April 5, 2007 | No Comments »
He’d appreciate the sun for the sun
And the cold for the cold,
Putting on a cardigan without fuss
He’d get into his jalopy
(As windy as a flying carpet)
And surf the streets
Around Tübingen,
Creeping up on the Jura
In first gear,
Getting out on a chalk plateau
And walk, walk, walk,
One with the ghosts
From time immemorial
When the plain
Was the bottom of a [...]
Posted in History, Life, Literature, Poetry, Rabindranath Tagore, tagged beloved, longing, memory, Rabindranath, reincarnation, Tagore on April 3, 2007 | No Comments »
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There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen
things in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and those
forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He
has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight
hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems [...]
