No room for death . . .
It's Sol's day with another week ahead of the heat-dome over Okieland . . .
Today is the 205th anniversary of Emily Brontë's birth. She was born in 1818 Thornton, Yorkshire, England. Emily, and her sisters Charlotte and Anne were the authors of some of the best-loved novels in the English language.
It is also the birth date for Buddy Guy. The American blues guitaristwas born George Guy in 1936 Lettsworth, Louisiana. Now 87 years old, he is today in the middle of his “Damn Right Farewell Tour” which began in June with George Benson and the Kenny Wayne Shepherd band and many other guests. Over 75 performances are listed on the tour post through November, with more being added.
Though Earth and moon were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every Existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou - Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
– Emily Brontё (requested by and read at Emily Dickenson's funeral)
Explaining poetry to Mehitabel
It’s Satyr’s day … another scorcher in Okieland …
Our habit is to make “the other” into things. Things have no sentience. The earth is not a thing, nor are you, the tree in your yard, your dog, pet orangutan, the dust-bunnies under your bed. Our insistence on objectifying every thing is burning down our forests, maybe even your house. A forest fire is a sentient tree, in the most violent way it can, screaming at us to take responsibility for the climate catastrophy, for global warming, for the destruction of all living “things.”
Zen master Dōgen teaches that enlightenment is intimacy with all things. Amplifying this teaching is a most worthy two-part piece from Tara Brach dedicated to widening the lense of perception. Part One: Part Two:
Rose Petal Echo
“Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.” ― Don Marquis
The Song of the Universe
is an echo beyond sublime.
And, worth waiting for. — jb
Throw your shoes in the lake . . .
It's Freya's day and the mailbox overflows . . .
Trust that your heart is big enough to hold everything – Jack Kornfield
“Ask questions that are so big that only your life can answer them.” – Rose Marcario
The media environment is slowly “getting it.” 70% of us are either already there or ahead of the “manufactured malaise” from the GOP/MAGA rhetoric machine.
The Criterion Channel is making “The Day After Trinity” available for free viewing until August 1. It's their way of responding to the “Oppenheimer” film now in theatres.
When it dawns on us what the world is actually like, we are consequently struck by overwhelming sadness. The next step comes naturally. We draw the logical conclusion that all things are impermanent and thus begins training in letting go.
Don't make the sabbath another thing on your to-do list. This is not an injunction; it's an invitation...There are no rules for keeping the Sabbath holy. If it feels like refuge, go there. – Mirabai Starr
An echo is a remembering . . .
Throw your shoes in the lake. – Kate Bush