Monthly Archives: October 2014

T S Eliot

“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”

T S Eliot

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Juan Mascaro

” Science walks on earth. Poetry flies above the earth. Both are

necessary for the progress of man; but his progress is his

pligrimage and his pilgrimage is his becoming. Beyond

becoming there is Being, and from Being comes love and

comes the good and the beautiful; but neither love, nor the

good, nor the beautiful can be seen by a telescope or the

microscope.This is why the poetry of the past is never old

as the science of the past is.”

Juan Mascaro

Mary Oliver

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Thomas Merton

“The only way to get rid of misconceptions about contemplation is to experience it. One who does not actually know, in his own life, the nature of this breakthrough and this awakening to a new level of reality cannot help being misled by most of the things that are said about it. For contemplation cannot be taught. It cannot even be clearly explained. It can only be hinted at, suggested, pointed to, symbolized. The more objectively and scientifically one tries to analyze it, the more he empties it of its real content, for this experience is beyond the reach of verbalization and of rationalization.“

“Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt. On the contrary, the deep, inexpressible certitude of the contemplative experience awakens a tragic anguish and opens many questions in the depths of the heart like wounds that cannot stop bleeding. For every gain in deep certitude there is a corresponding growth of superficial ‘doubt.’ This doubt is by no means opposed to genuine faith, but it mercilessly examines and questions the spurious ‘faith’ of everyday life, the human faith which is nothing but the passive acceptance of conventional opinion.“

James Hollis

“ The Greeks had a story about [ aging ] Tithonus, who was immortal but who grew to hate his life because his choices had ceased to matter. He could choose his path for this century, and casually another for the next, and thus the years stretched meaninglessly through tendentious permutations of time. Finally, he partitioned the gods for release from eternity to become mortal so that his choices might matter, that whatever he chose might actually count for something. The gods blessed him by granting his wish.”

Mark Nepo

Pablo Neruda, near the end of his life, stopped while travelling at the Lota coal mine in rural Chile. He stood there stunned as a miner, rough and blackened by his work inside the earth, strode straight to Neruda, embraced him, and said: “I have known you for a long time my Brother,”

 

Ryokan

I know a gentleman poet

who writes in the high old way –

Master of form from Han and Wei

Or new style modeled on the T’ang

With elegant strokes, he quietly composes

Deftly adding images to startle.

But he hasn’t learned to speak from the heart

All wasted! Though he writes all night long.