Archive for November, 2006

Tehillim

Sunday, November 19th, 2006

19:2-5
Ha-sha-my-im meh-sa-peh-rim ka-vohd Kail,
U-mah-ah-say ya-dive mah-gid ha-ra-ki-ah.
Yom-le-yom ya-bee-ah oh-mer,
Va-ly-la le-ly-la ya-cha-vey da-aht.
Ain-oh-mer va-ain deh-va-rim,
Beh-li nish-mah ko-lahm.
Beh-kawl-ha-ah-retz ya-tzah ka-vahm,
U-vik-tzay tay-vail me-lay-hem.

34:13-15
Mi-ha-ish hey-chah-faytz chah-yim,
Oh-hayv yah-mim li-rote tov?
Neh-tzor le-shon-chah may-rah,
Uus-fah-tay-chah mi-dah-bayr mir-mah.
Sur may-rah va-ah-say-tov,
Ba-kaysh sha-lom va-rad-fay-hu.

18:26-27
Im-chah-sid, tit chah-sahd,
Im-ga-var ta-mim, ti-ta-mahm,
Im-na-var, tit-bah-rar,
Va-im-ee-kaysh, tit-pah-tal.

150:4-6
Hal-le-lu-hu ba-tof u-ma-chol,
Hal-le-lu-hu ba-mi-nim va-u-gav.
Hal-le-lu-hu ba-tzil-tz-lay sha-mah,
Hal-le-lu-hu ba-tzil-tz-lay ta-ru-ah.
Kol han-sha-ma ta-ha-lail Yah,
Ha-le-lu-yah.

Turn from evil, and do good,
Seek peace and pursue it.

Let all that breathes praise the Eternal

Hallelujah

Her Middle Name

Sunday, November 19th, 2006

Mary

Meditate

Friday, November 17th, 2006

London Buddhist Centre

The Acceptance of Suffering

Friday, November 17th, 2006

“The acceptance of suffering is a journey into death. Facing deep pain, allowing it to be, taking your attention into it, it is to enter death consciously. When you have died this death, you realise that there is no death - and there is nothing to fear. Only the ego dies.”

The Power Of Now
Sing with Flora

Tree

Friday, November 17th, 2006

Tree is company

Ecstasy

Friday, November 17th, 2006

You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

Franz Kafka

Orpheus and Eurydice

Friday, November 17th, 2006

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Flora’s Yearly Clock

Friday, November 17th, 2006

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All Love Affairs

Friday, November 17th, 2006

The ultimate aim of all love affairs is more important than all other aims in man’s life; and therefore it is quite worthy of the profound seriousness with which everyone pursues it. What is decided by it is nothing less than the composition of the next generation.

Arthur Schopenhauer

the bird

Thursday, November 16th, 2006

the bird
i thought
was making
funny noises
turns out
to be
a squirrel

suddenly i
recognise
the footprint of
my father
somewhere
behind
in the back of
my
mind

suddenly
i
fear
and
hope

everything
is
as it
is

i eat
“fruit,
nuts
and seeds”

an aeroplane
flies
over
me

(chew, write, think, breathe)
nothing much

i
miss
the sound
of her
voice

i
need
to learn
to live
with-out.

i
need
to learn
to feel
no-thing