Thursday, June 27, 2013



The sorrow of the lover is continual, in the presence and in the absence of the beloved: in the presence for fear of the absence, and in absence in longing for the presence. According to the mystical view the pain of love is the dynamite that breaks up the heart, even if it be as hard as a rock. When this hardness that covers the light within is broken through, the streams of all bliss come forth as springs from the mountains.

It is the thoughts that spring from the depths of the heart which become inspirations and revelations, and these come from the hearts of awakened souls, called by the Sufis, Sahib-i Dil. The bringers of joy are the children of sorrow. Every blow we get in life pierces the heart and awakens our feelings to sympathize with others, and every swing of comfort lulls us to sleep, and we become unaware of all. This proves the truth of these words, 'Blessed are they that mourn.'

-Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

in memory

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.


Tuesday, June 18, 2013


... the blessing of aimless self-liberation of whatever arises.

Dudjom Rinpoche

Saturday, June 15, 2013

a quickening

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.

-Martha Graham

Thursday, June 13, 2013

the James River

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope.

-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


Monday, June 03, 2013


If my mind gets trapped inside/Just roll me to my sky-wide view/Where I will feast on cumulous and light/And tell you that art with just my eyes.

-Jane Krainin