Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."
Even if you don't know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
Rumi, 'We Are Three', Mathnawi VI, 831-845
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
A Star Without a Name
When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,
it easily forgets her
and starts eating solid food.
Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.
So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering.
That's how you came here,
like a star without a name.
Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.
(Mathnawi III, 1284-1288)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
If there is righteousness in the heart
There will be beauty in the character;
If there is beauty in the character
There will be harmony in the home;
When there is harmony in the home
There will be order in the nation;
When there is order in the nation
There will be peace in the world.
Posted by La, Storyteller/Storysinger at 7:34 AM
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
"Originality is the essence of true scholarship.
Creativity is the soul of the true scholar. "
picture found at flickr.com/photos/x3brighteyes1217
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The story was the bushman’s most sacred possession.
These people knew what we do not;
that without a story you have not got a nation, or culture, or civilization.
Without a story of your own, you haven’t got a life of your own.
Laurens Van der Post
Posted by La, Storyteller/Storysinger at 4:04 AM
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched.
Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential.
Posted by La, Storyteller/Storysinger at 4:31 AM