the starting point of infinity is always at the centre, where mind resides. behind an image there’s the image. nothingness is being’s foundation, put on stage by poetry, which makes the erotic and the intellect meet. it’s not life, it’s alive.

-etel adnan-

nature does not hurry,

yet everything is accomplished.

-lao tzu-

with my hand i gather in the emptiness,

the bewildering night, the starry families,

a chorus still more silent than the silence,

a moon sound, something secret, a triangle,

a chalked geometry.

it is the night of the ocean, the third solitude,

a quivering which opens doors and wings.

the mysterious and intangible population

trembles and washes over the names of the estuary.

night, the sea’s name, homeland, roots, rose!

-serenade-pablo neruda-

[…]

perhaps, because taking a new step always begins from the central, foundational core of the body, a body we have neglected, beginning well means seating ourselves in the body again, catching up with ourselves and the person we have become since we last tried to begin. this radical physical embodiment leads to an equally radical internal simplification, where suddenly, very large part of us we have kept gainfully employed for years, parts of us still rehearsing the old complicated story, are suddenly out of job.

there occurs, in effect, a form of internal corporate downsizing, where the parts of us too afraid to participate or having nothing now to offer, are let go, with all of the accompanying death-like trauma, and where the very last fight occurs, a rear-guard disbelief that is new, less complicated self, and this very simple step, is all that is needed for the new possibilities ahead.

[…]

-beginning-consolations-david whyte

dear ones, let’s anoint this earth with dance!

-the anointment-hafiz-