... (зу)

на терасата ти къпя гълъби
а после ги суша до пепел

свивам се на топка в гърлото
и чакам да заспиш

За оклюмалия избит клин

тревожните липси се преглъщат
с липсите на памет за онова
което иначе не липсва

~ cadaurus

Aloha!

I interviewed an American nature writer - Barry Lopez - the other day. He's been to 70 countries, taken part in all sorts of rituals, and he said that there is one thing in common between all religions - The Holy Breath. Prana, The Holy Ghost, Aloha, Nilchi...

He told me the native Hawaiians live with a sense of aloha. The word "aloha" consists of two parts. "Alo" means to share and "ha" means to breathe. Aloha means to share breath, and more precisely to share the breath of life. Native Hawaiians often refer to Westerners as haole. The word "haole" also consists of two parts. "Ha", as we have learned, means breath and "ole" means without. In short, the native Hawaiians see Westerners as being people who are breathless. This is a fundamental difference between the Western culture and the Hawaiian culture. This difference has resulted in, and continues to result in, many confrontations among those who currently make Hawaii their home.

In one of Barry's stories he speaks about the Holy Spirit Wind which to the Navajo steadies us in the world and allows us to move through it gracefully. Their word for it is Nilchi'i. Among the complexities of its translation into English is “the Wind that is Creation's first food, the source of all motion and change, giving life to everything, including the mountains and water.” It is the underlying force that unifies everything and the means of communication between all elements of the natural world. He says: “Other native North American peoples have refined similar ideas; but the Navajo conception is particularly successful in relating the idea of the individual to the concept of a stable society... through Nilchi'i, individuals participate in graces or powers that surpass these of the individual... those graces or powers keep one secure in the world.”

fear in a handful of dust

There is shadow under this red rock, 
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
 And I will show you something different from either
 Your shadow at morning striding behind you
 Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
 I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 


 ~ T.S.Eliot

are you there?

“My soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak. I call you—are you there? I have returned. I am here again. I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you again.”
~ Jung - The Red Book, p. 232

wie magst du was begehrn

Wie magst du was begehrn?
Du selber kannst allein
Der Himmel und die Erd
und Tausend Engel sein.
~ Angelus Silesius

Кой съм аз?

арлекин съм
мъртъв за живота
чужд на смъртта


"Ощ" не дава отговори, а самото то е отговор, който може и да не разберете, но ще почувствате сами за себе си.


- Веселина Сариева

I'm nobody! Who are you?

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

- Emily Dickinson

detachment

Whatever is on my mind, I say it as I feel it, I'm truthful to myself; I'm young and I'm old, I've been bought and I've been sold, so many times. I am hard-faced, I am gone. I am just like you.
- Henry Barthes (Detachment)

The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living

by d u o

Damien Hirst - I Am Become Death, Shatterer of Worlds

(c) Reuters

soul energy

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

o0o0x0x

by o0o0x0x

My heart leaps up when I behold

MY heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

- Wordsworth

We're All One

Колкото повече дълбае тъгата, толкова повече освобождава място за радост. ~ Джубран

паралелни спомени (николай николов)

напоследък се събуждам нощем студен
и издишвам мисли от лед.
издишвам мисли за теб.

вдиш-вай-ки вся-ка се-кун-да,
бавно се уча наново да дишам,
часовникът ме влудява,
а в лудостта си се питам -

ако замразя цялата стая с дъха си,
ще спре ли времето тук?
ще се събудя ли в някое бъдеще,
в което животът е друг:
когато науката дава отговори вместо въпроси,
когато ще мога да знам
какво да направя
или най-добре
как
да
забравя?

тогава притварям очи
и пътувам между световете,
които ти ми разкри.
а там някъде паралелното ми "аз"
е щастливо
(и спи).

из the destruction of small ideas

За невъзможното трето (Cadaurus)

ако да - ще бъдем
ако не - ще пишем
няма изход от идилията

из Accidents In Mutual Silence

the motherfucking truth

Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood;
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounc'd that the Gods had order'd such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.

Andacht - Charles Baudelaire

Sei weise, Sorge, lass dich nicht erregen
du wolltest Abend, er bricht an, ist da.
Wenn dunkle Schleier sich auf Dächer legen
ist einem Frieden, andren Sorge nah.
Wenn sich die viehisch grobe Menschenmenge
vom Henkersknecht Genuss gepeitscht zum Fest
hin drängt, nur Reue erntet, Narrenzwänge,
gib, Kummer mir die Hand, geh mit nach West
weit weg von hier. Sieh, wie die toten Jahre
im alten Kleid am Himmelssöller hängen,
Bedauern lächelnd aus der See aufsteigt.
Die Sonne stirbt, liegt unter Bogengängen
und hör nur wie als Tuch der Totenbahre
von Ost nach West die tiefe Nacht sich neigt.

what if's

The best explorers are people who realise that even the truths they see are not "truths", but new models, new "what if's?", alternative frames.
- Douglas Rushkoff