Archive for May, 2009

May 10, 2009

by Emma

i was smelling the flowers in the yard, and when i stood up i took a deep breath and the blood all rushed to my brain and i woke up dead on my back in the grass. i had apparently fainted, or died, for about sixty seconds. my neighbour saw me abut he thought i had just suddenly thrown myself on the grass to enjoy the sun. during that timeless moment of unconsciousness i saw the golden eternity. i saw heaven. in it nothing had ever happened, the events of a million years ago were just as phantom and ungraspable as the events of now, or the events of the next ten minutes. it was perfect, the golden solitude, the golden emptiness, something-or-other, something surely humble. there was a rapturous ring of silence abiding perfectly. there was no question of being alive or not being alive, of likes and dislikes, of near or far, no question of giving or gratitude, no question of mercy or judgement, or of suffering or its opposite or anything. it was the womb itself, aloneness, alaya, vijnana the universal store, the great free treasure, the great victory, infinite completion, the joyful mysterious essence of arrangement. it seemed like one smiling smile, one adorable adoration, one gracious and adorable charity, everlasting safety, refershing afternoon, roses, infinite brilliant immaterial gold ash, the golden age. the “golden” came from the sun in my eyelids, and the “eternity” from my sudden instant realisation as i woke up that i had just been where it all came from and where it was all returning, the everlasting so and so never coming or going; therefore i call it the golden eternity but you can call it anything you want. as i regained consciousness i felt so sorry i had a body and a mind suddenly realising i didn’t even have and body and a mind and nothing had ever happened and everything is alright forever and forever and forever, o thank you thank you thank you.

– the scripture of the golden eternity; jack kerouac

May 9, 2009

Firekites AUTUMN STORY – chalk animation video in HD

by Emma

Look for the cat in the house and it’s glorious tail and this is amazing.

May 9, 2009

by Emma

This is where there is a straightening. Sometimes it doesn’t matter what we deserve, but it is about what is deserved from us. The rest of it will happen. We are a series of accidents, strings of white lights, the fistfuls of sounds that have been waiting to crack our town open and make it come alive. Darling, it doesn’t matter if we’re there yet. We’ve been looking at our own shapes for a very long time and waiting for something to mold us into something better. Well maybe it doesn’t work that way. Let’s throw a rock into the ocean, shout something unexpected and honest, paint over one shitty memory at a time. It doesn’t mean forgetting, it means that we’re ready to be all right, for the first time in our lives. It’s okay to be scared. Everyone is scared of something. Look at our spines, look at what we’ve done with the bruises. We have everything that we need.

May 9, 2009

The Radiance Sutras

by Emma

From 112 Tantra Yoga Teachings
For Opening to the Divine in Everyday Life
A Beautiful! new version of the vijnana bhairava tantra
by Lorin Roche, lorinroche.com

The Radiance Sutras (the luminous teachings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra)

‘The text is part of the ancient Tantras, although how ancient that is we cannot say exactly. It was handed down through the oral tradition, which means that it was memorized and chanted for dozens or perhaps hundreds of generations.

Life renews itself through a symphony of ongoing rhythms. Tantra can be thought of as attending to these rhythms. Breath is a rhythm, and we breathe in and out thousands of times a day. Breathing involves an intimate relationship of this body with the ocean of air within which we suspire. A dozen senses inform us of the rhythm, texture, and qualities in each breath. Life is always inviting us into a deeper relationship with breath, with the pulsing of our hearts and emotions.’

*They are so very deeply glowingly beautiful. luminous indeed. and they give us total permission to come as we are.. yes. exactly. just easy now.
I will post one every day for 32 days or maybe i will skip a day if we need more time. they are superfine and like, they get it. they give these totally glorious ways to tap in. to the sacred right here, in the midst of all of the spinnings…

so this is the intro. we are the goddess. she is just like us. xxo

One day The Goddess sang to her lover Bhairava,

Beloved and radiant Lord of the space before birth,
Revealer of essence,
Slayer of the ignorance that binds us,

You, who in play have created this universe
and permeated all forms in it with never-ending truth.
I have been wondering . . .

I have been listening to the songs of creation,
I have heard the sacred sutras being sung,
and yet still I am curious.

What is this delight-filled universe
into which we find ourselves born?

What is this mysterious awareness shimmering
everywhere within it?

What are these instinctive energies
that undulate through our bodies,
moving us into action?

And this “matter” out of which our forms are made –
What are these dancing particles of condensed radiance,
Are they an illusionist’s projection?

What is this power we call Life,
appearing as the play of flesh and breath?
How may I know this mystery and enter it more deeply?

Beloved, my attention is ensnared by a myriad of forms,
the innumerable individual entities everywhere.

Lead me into the wholeness beyond all these parts.

You, who hold the mysteries in your hand –
of will, knowledge and action,
Reveal to me the path of illumined knowing.

Lead me into joyous union
with the life of the universe.

Teach me that I may know it fully,
realize it deeply,
and breathe in the truth of it.

May 8, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

by Emma

I want to see this with your hand in my hand.

May 8, 2009

The Fall

by Emma

So beautiful: colours and the sweetest little gypsy girl who broke her arm.

May 8, 2009

MUNAY-KI

by Emma

(A late night stumbling upon, so much is coming, emerging, submerging. Maybe you know it well maybe not. Beautiful, terrifying, intense)

The Munay-Ki are the nine great rites of initiation of the medicine way. The word munay means “I love you” or “BE AS THOU ART.” The Munay-Ki are the nine gates that heal us and transform our human energy field into that of homo luminous.

The prophecies of the ancient Americas speak about a new human appearing on the planet – one who lives free of fear and resides in his or her transcendent nature. The Munay-Ki are the codes for the new human. They are delivered in the form of energetic transmissions. The ninth rite, the “Creator Rite” was transmitted for the first time in the summer of 2006 at the Holy Mountains in the Andes. The nine initiations of the Munay-Ki have only been available until recently to the high wisdom keepers of the Americas.


May 8, 2009

Glorious Woodcutting

by Emma

http://yra.no/index.php?s=art_sculpture

So nice so beautiful: Conversations with Trees.
Yes please.
May 8, 2009

Yoko Ono inspired by Japanese Gutai movement

by Emma

The Gutai Manifesto

Yoshihara wrote the manifesto for the Gutai group in 1956. The full text of the “Gutai Manifesto” is available in English at the website of Japan’s Ashiya City Museum of Art & History [2]. Among its preoccupations, the manifesto expresses a fascination with the beauty that arises when things become damaged or decayed. The process of damage or destruction is celebrated as a way of revealing the inner “life” of a given material or object:

“Yet what is interesting in this respect is the novel beauty to be found in works of art and architecture of the past which have changed their appearance due to the damage of time or destruction by disasters in the course of the centuries. This is described as the beauty of decay, but is it not perhaps that beauty which material assumes when it is freed from artificial make-up and reveals its original characteristics? The fact that the ruins receive us warmly and kindly after all, and that they attract us with their cracks and flaking surfaces, could this not really be a sign of the material taking revenge, having recaptured its original life?….” [3]


May 7, 2009

Buckminster Fuller

by Emma

You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

May 7, 2009

by Emma

In the beginning, she found herself in a new and empty space, and all was white. Ther corners were a bit flaky, the carpet was a bit manky, but it was a good space. And she sat in the center and saw a clean, white sheet of void. She held the charm to her face, and reflected in the charm was a city of lost horizons and tall and towering stories. And just as it had been reflected in the charm, so it appeared in the void. And when there was no more room, she turned it over and continued on the other side. So the void was filled from corner to corner on both sides. A city on front and back. A city of light and shadow. Then she rested on her bed and dreamed of her creations. And the lives that inhabited it. and in the days that followed, there were other voids and other nights and other shadows. The charm she placed beneath the sign of the queen; to show the city that it would never be finished. Because the city was her life and her dream and it would live forever.

May 7, 2009

Tiptoeing into Fear

by Emma

 “The only moment of fear I have known is when you are meditating. With your will and your thought and your concentration you are trying to be one with the world, to see everything as a tapestry, as a web of life. Sometimes you feel that ‘I am thinking. I think therefore I am.’ And this ego scares me, this pride, this separateness, it scares me, because my Jain and Gandhian and Hindu and Indian holistic mind wants to melt with the world and not remain separate. Like a little pool of water separated from the lake, from the river or the ocean. So I want to break the boundaries. But moments come when the boundaries hold on to itself and I’m clinging to my separateness. That clinging to separateness scares me.”

This fear is a final defense mechanism of the ego itself, a resistance to it’s own submergence. In his heart of hearts, beyond that flickering illusion of fear, Satish is fearless.“I’m not afraid. Fear is not my friend and I don’t travel with fear. Fear is only because we don’t trust the universe mother. You come into this world naked, without any possessions, without any money or house or anything. The moment you take birth, mother’s milk bursts out of her breasts to feed you. Only three percent of creatures upon this earth are humans, ninety-seven percent of them are tigers, snakes, elephants, deer, worms, butterflies and millions of other species.

They will be fed, sheltered and everything will be looked after by the principle of the mother earth, and the universal law of the divine presence. And nobody is afraid out of those ninety-seven percent. Only humans are worried, afraid to stiffness. A little bit of fear like salt in the food is alright, but if you put too much salt in the food, food is inedible. “If you put too much fear in our lives, life is not worth living. So for the future, I have no fear. God, Mother Earth, the Mother Principle will look after everything. So for me trust is the guiding principle, and fear is not the guiding principle. I trust in God and I trust in people and I trust in nature and I trust in universe.”

 http://www.fiercelight.org/elegant-simplicity

May 7, 2009

by Emma

i am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
i am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
i want my own will, and i want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
i want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
i want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and i never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
i want to unfold.
i don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where i am folded, there i am a lie.
and i want my grasp of things
true before you. i want to describe myself
like a painting that i looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that i finally understood,
like the pitcher i use everyday,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.

– R. M. Rilke

May 3, 2009

by Emma

Love After Love 
 

 

 

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 your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life. 

May 2, 2009

almost as sexy as surgical socks

by Emma

May 2, 2009

nimbus of gold-color’d light, effulgently flowing forever

by Emma

May 1, 2009

The Wind One Brilliant Day | Antonio Machado

by Emma

(something that is touching because it touches something true
and touching because this something is no longer true
for you or for me xxo)

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with a fragrance of jasmine.

“In return for the fragrance of my jasmine,
I’d like all the fragrances of your roses.”

“I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.”

“Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and
the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.”

The wind left. And I wept.
And I said to myself: what have you done with the garden entrusted to you?”