Think of mindfulness as a form of "affectionate attention." —Dr. Jon Kabat-Zinn There is ecstasy in paying attention. ― Anne Lamott It's almost as if the poets are offering a religion of noticing things, or a religion of paying attention. —Ada Limón Attention is the...
The Night We Were Stars
Brian Andreas
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN LOVED?
Have you ever been loved? I bet you have been loved so much and so deeply that you have become nonchalant about the enormity of the grace it confers. So let me remind you: To be loved is a privilege and prize equivalent to being born. If you're smart, you pause...
Lost
Stand still. the trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. the forest breathes. Listen, It answers, I have made a place around you, If...
New Archetypes – the Cyberhero
MYTHOLOGIES ARE THE STORIES WE TELL OURSELVES, THE WAY WE MAKE SENSE OF OUR WORLD -- They arise from our interpretation of events and experiences interpretations that depend in large part upon our technology. Cultural anthropologist Bruno Latour calls this breeding...
You are one thing only….
You are the Sun in drag You are God hiding from yourself. Remove all the "mine"- that is the veil Why ever worry about Anything? Listen to what our friend Hafiz Knows for certain: the appearance of this world Is a Magi's brilliant trick, though its affairs are...
WOW !
Where does the real poetry Come from? From the amorous sighs In this moist dark when making love With form or Spirit. Where does poetry live? In the eye that says, "Wow wee," In the overpowering felt splendor Every sane mind knows When it realizes-our life dance Is...
Tired of Speaking Sweetly
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring...
I Imagine Now for Ages
It Happened Again last Night: Love Popped the cork on itself- Splattered my brains Across the Sky. I imagine now for ages something of Hafiz Will Appear To Fall like Stars. -----Hafiz