Gazebo Poem
26-Sep-2010
a
cricket
calls
across
the water
silence
and autumn is born
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Gazebo Poem
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 9/30/2010 05:48:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Turtles All The Way Down...
From Wikipedia
Stephen Hawking's 1988 book A Brief History of Time starts...
A well-known scientist once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever", said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!
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yes
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From Stephen King's Dark Tower:
"See the TURTLE of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth.
His thought is slow but always kind;
He holds us all within his mind.
On his back all vows are made;
He sees the truth but mayn't aid.
He loves the land and loves the sea,
And even loves a child like me."
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yessss
Dark Tower ftw
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 8/22/2010 10:02:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: spiritual
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
words
i know it isnt exactly may 30th, but thats when i wrote this. been sitting on it awhile, thought about trying to rewrite it. polish it up. but then i realized, why?
so here are some words for you...
30-May-2010
in this moment
i am a ripple out to sea
a sea of blissful awareness
i turn inward on this awareness
each moment is sacred here
each moment separate
and in this moment
i am thankful for the nothingness between each moment,
because it is here I appreciate the beauty of this awareness
in this moment
i am this person
this girl
lost out at sea
alas, where are the winds to fill my sails
to guide my drifting boat
and in this moment
these is no bliss
only emptiness
perhaps i am simply caught between moments
but i let it go
for on this pathless path
i have found
there is beauty in the death of awareness
i embrace this emptiness
i breathe
and rejoice, as I witness the birth of a new moment
for each is a universe onto itself
and it is beautiful
love unbound
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 8/04/2010 11:38:00 PM 0 comments
The Flashbulb
Sound Track to A Vacant Life
"Prelude" and "Kirlian Voyager"
Lyrics to Kirlian Voyager:
Down through the centuries the notion that life is rounded in a dream
has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets.
So doesn't it make sense that death, too, would be wrapped in dream?
That after death, your conscious life would continue,
in what might be called a dream body?
It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life,
except that in the post-mortal state - you could never again wake up.
Never again return to your physical body...
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 8/04/2010 12:59:00 AM 0 comments
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Red-spotted Purple (Limenitis arthemis)
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 7/25/2010 02:39:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: nature
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Gospel of Thomas
Coptic Gospel of Thomas
3)
the Kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you.
When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living Father.
13)
Jesus said, "I am not your master. Because you have drunk,
you have become intoxicated by the bubbling spring which I have
measured out."
42)
Jesus said, "Become passers-by."
51)
He said to them, "What you look forward to has already come,
but you do not recognize it."
77)
Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find Me there."
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 6/26/2010 01:09:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: spiritual
tao tao tao tao tao tao
1
The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 6/26/2010 12:58:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: spiritual
Friday, May 14, 2010
silence: a poem
14-May-2010
the silence between
each beat of the locust's wings
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 5/14/2010 12:43:00 PM 0 comments
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Maya: A Poem
Maya
The girl,
Sits beneath the Joshua tree.
She is Maya, goddess of illusion.
Transfixed by the object of her meditation
The rose in her palm
Each atom is infinite
She holds time in her hand;
Every life is hers to command.
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 4/12/2010 01:38:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Life...
"Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always." -Rainer Maria Rilke
"I can feel guilty about the past, apprehensive about the future, but only in the present can I act. The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness." -Abraham Maslow
"You have everything you need for complete and total happiness right now." -Wayne Dyer
"God exists in eternity. The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is." -Marianne Williamson
"Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am." -Voltaire
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 2/17/2010 04:23:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: spiritual
Robert M. Pirsig
"The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there."
-Robert M. Pirsig (author of "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance")
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 2/17/2010 04:21:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: spiritual
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Mexico: A Poem
Mexico
by me
I want to taste the ocean
on your lips and whisper
quiero hacer el amor a tú
now let my body translate that for you
I could be your desperado
a thief in the night, stealing
the breath from your lungs
exploring your chest with my tongue
Rocking back and forth
my pelvis grinds against your hips
faster now, your thrusts increase
my hands gripping sheets, I join your release
I hold you between moist thighs, rest a cheek
across your beating breast and must confess
necesito perder mí mismo en tú
now let my body translate that for you
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 1/21/2010 09:06:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Lalla
Selected Writings of Lalla
Playfully, you hid from me.
All day I looked.
Then I discovered
I was you,
and the celebration
of That began.
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When my mind was cleansed of impurities, like a mirror of its dust and dirt,
I recognized the Self in me:
When I saw Him dwelling in me,
I realized that He was the Everything and I was nothing.
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I didn't trust it for a moment,
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.
It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
and cut it into little pieces.
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 1/12/2010 01:39:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
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