Posts Tagged "love of self"

For a Dancer

Reading at Waimea  practice 2/23/2013 Keep fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I don’t remember losing track of you You were always dancing in and out of view I must have thought you’d always be around Always keeping things real by playing the clown Now you’re nowhere to be found I don’t know what happens when...

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Love after Love

Love after Love

Breathe by Linaji Reading at Kalaheo  and Anara Practice 1/21/2013 The time will come When, With elation, You will greet yourself arriving At your own door, in your own mirror, And each will smile at the other’s welcome, And say, sit here, Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine, Give bread, Give back your heart To itself, to the stranger who has loved you All your...

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Wabi Sabi

Wabi Sabi

Reading at Kalaheo practice 1/17/2013 “When you’re an aspiring master of pronoia, you see the cracks in the facades as opportunities; inspiration erupts as you careen over bumps in the road: you love the enticing magic that flows from situations that other people regard as rough or crooked “That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal,” wrote poet Charles...

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Forgotten Family

Forgotten Family

The Secret Life of Red by Linaji Reading at Waimea Practice 11/13/2012 As I descend into basement shadows, I am washed in red. Smoothness is not a choice on the earthly plane. As light reveals, so also shadows are spawned. With this I must learn to rock my ignorance to sleep to await its hungry cry. I must feed my insincerity its milky gruel. I must give my meanness rapt attention. I must dine...

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A look at this Body…..

A look at this Body…..

Reading at Anara and Waimea practices  11/6/2012 Kent Bond 28 by Kent Bond “My Zen teaching has deepened to encourage people to really plunge into the world, into life. I want them to enter life, to embody their practice, tend it with their hearts. To attend to life, to this body, is to love it and bless it. Particularly we need to find a way to bless our wounds and the darkness we find...

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On Birthdays and….

On Birthdays and….

Reading at Koloa practice 10/31/2011… When you don’t believe in birthdays, the idea of aging turns a little foreign to you.  You don’t fall into trauma over your sixteenth birthday or your thirtieth or the big Five-Oh or the deadly Century.  You measure your life by what you learn, not by counting how many calendars you’ve seen. If you’re going to have trauma,...

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Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Reading at Kalaheo and Anara practices practices 10/25/2012 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 you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to...

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Coming to the conclusion

Coming to the conclusion

Reading at Anara practice 10/1/2012 Dragon Taming by Bill Brouard Finally I am coming to the conclusion that my highest ambition is to be what I already am. that I will never fulfill my obligation to surpass myself unless I first accept myself. and if I accept myself fully, in the right way, I will have already have surpassed myself. — Thomas...

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No Artist is Pleased

No Artist is Pleased

Reading at Anara practice 9/26/2012 There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost.  The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine How good it is Nor how valuable it is; Nor how...

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Your Emptiness

Your Emptiness

Reading at Koloa Hong Wan Ji practice 4/2/2012 But whoever sees your emptiness sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man. A great soul hides like Mohammed, or Jesus, moving through a crowd in a city where no one knows him. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes. Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship. So the sea-journey goes...

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