Silver Blue
Chimes “Oh, the chimes are sounding, and they echo wildly off the canyon walls. This is wild land humming. These are ancient songs that fill my body. Oh, the light is astounding. Its golden lashes sweep the old growth. This is my joy spiraling. These are my spoils for simply breathing. Still, with all my faults, I draw my breath from an ancient earth. Oh the light is astounding, like a sulfur cloud amongst these stately pines. I could hold my gaze as stead, and in a thousand years we’d verily think the same. Still, with all my faults, I draw my breath from an ancient earth. For what it’s worth, I draw my breath from an ancient earth.” Bowerbirds lyrics © 2012 * 2013  Be like water “You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.” Bruce Lee  And a dream was born "To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour." Auguries of Innocence, William Blake  Number 47  While chasing a dream “Oh, the chimes are sounding, and they echo wildly off the canyon walls. This is wild land humming. These are ancient songs that fill my body. Oh, the light is astounding. Its golden lashes sweep the old growth. This is my joy spiraling. These are my spoils for simply breathing. Still, with all my faults, I draw my breath from an ancient earth..." Chimes, Bowerbirds  Close to Pegasus After his birth, Pegasus lived on the Mount Helicon. One day, an ancient Greek hero whose name was Bellerophon believed that he could fly with Pegasus to Olympus, where the gods lived. To prevent him from doing that, Zeus sent a horsefly to bite Pegasus. Bellerophon lost control of his horse and fell back to Earth. Pegasus continued to fly alone and reached Olympus, where Zeus received him. Since then, he transports thunderbolts for Zeus, who placed his figure in the night sky in the constellation of the winged horse."  El sabor de la ceguera "Muéstrame el dulce sabor de la ceguera, lléname la boca con toda esa tierra que no han sabido masticar los párpados. ..." Dime que ninguna oscuridad es insípida, que sabes cómo destilar las sombras que puedes beberte lo deshabitado alimentarte de cajones vacios desayunarte las grietas y los pecados. Dejar un rastro de tinta en las servilletas de cuando vienes de degustar los abismos, y aún te queda un trozo de noche en los labios. Enséñame a nutrirme de sótano, de rincones, ven a cocinarme la penumbra y las cunetas ven y dame el dulce sabor de lo desconocido. Jordi Bresoli, lafilologiadelabilis.blogspot.com  ( ) My voice may become feeble, fail and forsake me, and yet, with the silent, bursting voice of my soul, I will whisper to Thee, “I am Thine always!” Whispers from Eternity #195, Paramhansa Yogananda |  Snow white "We are all los inmigrantes, the Soul is The First Immigrant: The Soul cannot be held back by any imaginary boundary drawn against it; not by mountain ranges, not by rivers, nor by human scorn. The Soul, goes everywhere, like an old woman in her right mind, going anywhere she wishes, saying whatever she wants, bending to mend whatever is within her reach. Wherever she goes, the Soul brings new life." The Dangerous Old Woman audiobook, Clarissa Pinkola Estés  Periferia "El silencio tan sólo es una posdata, un dialecto con que se pronuncia la vida cuando uno ya está demasiado lejos. Que se llevan de sí mismos los ausentes, con que secreto se disuelven en el frio con los grumos inertes de su propia carne y esa mirada de las bodegas de la infancia. Saben tiritas las costumbres, y lo hacen, vibrando en esa luz de brasa desprendida, desprendida de las pestañas de la supervivencia." Jordi Bresolí, lafilologiadelabilis.blogspot.com  Once I looked out the window and I thought it was worth it  Feeding Hope "Conducidme desde lo ilusorio a lo Real Conducidme de las tinieblas a la Luz Conducidme de la muerte a la Inmortalidad." Krishnamurti  Waiting for the new "...Why in the night sky are the lights hung? Why is the earth moving 'round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky are the lights hung?...” Blue Spotted Tail, Fleet Foxes |
