I can’t begin to say how infinite I feel, as though I were one of many a weightless absence touches, and out of this strange transformation: the soul ringed with changes, as old as a tree, as old as light.
I am always learning the same thing: there is no other way to live than this: still, grateful, and full of longing.

--Eric Gamalinda
Untitled by Peter Meinke,

this is a poem to my son Peter
whom I have hurt a thousand times
whose large and vulnerable eyes
have glazed in pain at my ragings
thin wrists and fingers hung
boneless in despair, pale freckled back
bent in defeat, pillow soaked
by my failure to understand.
I have scarred through weakness
and impatience your frail confidence forever
because when I needed to strike
you were there to hurt and because
I thought you knew
you were beautiful and fair
your bright eyes and hair
but now I see that no one knows that
about himself, but must be told
and retold until it takes hold
because I think anything can be killed
after a while, especially beauty
so I write this for life, for love, for
you, my oldest son Peter, age 10 going on 11.

The House of Glances: La Casa de La Mirada


The heart is an eye.
You are in the house of glances.
Two mirrors have hidden
All their ghosts.

Your eye is a hand,
Your hand has five eyes,
Your glance has two hands.

We must repopulate the house of the eyes.

You come and go between the
infinity outside, and your own infinity.

There are animals, planets, beings in your neurons.

To love:
To open the forbidden door, the passageway
That takes us to the other side of time.

The moment:

The opposite of death
Our fragile eternity.

To love is to lose oneself in time.
To be a mirror among mirrors.


To say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years, with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again

George Sefaris



The meaning of existence is that life has addressed a question to me. Or conversely, I am a question which is addressed to the world, and I must communicate my answer for otherwise, I am dependent upon the world’s answer.

Carl Jung


Everything here is a spinning in the circle. The question is how and in what way we can face this circle, instead of continually closing our eyes in the face of it.

Nietzsche


A prophet is a historian looking forward, a historian, a prophet looking backwards.

Nietzsche

Even a thought, a possibility can shatter and transform us

Nietzsche

Live in such a way that you wish to live again, you will do so in any case!

Nietzsche

You must learn to look at the world twice. From each droplet of rain on the grass so you can see smoke rising from an anthill in a sunshine. Nothing should escape your notice. But you must also learn to look again at the very edge of what is visible. Now you must see dimly if you which to see things which are dim visions, mist and cloud people, and animals which hurry past you in the dark. You must learn to at the world twice if you wish to see all there is to see...


Native American Saying
Jamake Highwater

If you’ve found your voice it will resonate in your body, it will resonate in your dreams.

Unknown


We don’t stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.

Satchel Paige

We are lies that always tell the truth.




The experience of surprise is a sign of one’s readiness to grow. Amazement and wonder signify that one’s concepts of self and of the world and of other people are ready to be re-formed. When we can be dumdfounded at what comes out of us or what others are capable of disclosing, we are growing persons.

Sidney Jourard


The best anti-depressants are expression and action. That way our depression is not an end but a meaningful beginning.

Marilyn Ferguson



Perhaps the only choice we have is what to do with our dead: To die when they die. To live crippled. Or to forge, out of pain and memory, new adaptations. Through mourning we acknowledge that pain –live past it. Through mourning we let the dead go and take them in. Through mourning we come to accept the difficult changes that loss must bring –and then we begin to come to the end of mourning.

Judith Voirst

If you are a true artist, if you are a true warrior, face your biggest shadow. Behind that lies your greatest creativity!

Unknown


Whenever we block pain, we also block pleasure. Repression keeps us from knowing how warped our perceptions are, how much more alive we could be to joy and excitement.
Arthur Janov

The world is the way you see it because if it were different –you would not be here otherwise.

Metaphysics

Whatever we deny, denigrate or despise serves to defeat us in the end.



If we seek ultimate order or ultimate chaos, we create a monster.

Fred Alan Wolf



Life is what happens when we’re busy making other plans.

John Lennon

Those who fear death are those who enjoy life least.

Edward Abbey


We live in the body of our conscious and unconscious stories. The stories are hypnotic narratives about attachment to others; identity, personality, and the experience of the world… We story our lives to give them meaning, understand the past, and predict the future. Sometimes, the story offers a wasteland of pain and suffering, a narrative without hope that points toward future alienation. Sometimes, the story offers medicine for what was lost or never found when we were young.

Carol Kershaw


The universe is a story. It’s not a place, it’s an event.

Brian Swimme

We remember sadness so that we can ignite and enhance life. What we eventually discover in our passionate remembering of the galactic, terrestrial, biological and human stories is that a study of the universe is a study of the self.

Brian Swimme

If you are a true artist, if you are a true warrior, face your biggest shadow. Behind that lies your greatest creativity!

Human writing reflects that of the universe. It is its translation, but also its metaphor: it says something totally different, and it says the same thing.

Octavio Paz

I am, therefore I continue.

Theodore Roethke