Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.
Hildegard of Bingen

Sunday, August 28, 2011


The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
The Buddha.

les hiboux, Charles Baudelaire


Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent,
Les hiboux se tiennent rangés,
Ainsi que des dieux étrangers,
Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils méditent.

Sans remuer ils se tiendront
Jusqu'à l'heure mélancolique
Où, poussant le soleil oblique,
Les ténèbres s'établiront.

Leur attitude au sage enseigne
Qu'il faut en ce monde qu'il craigne
Le tumulte et le mouvement,

L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe
Porte toujours le châtiment
D'avoir voulu changer de place.

Monet's Waterlilies by Robert Hayden


Today as the news from Selma and Saigon
poisons the air like fallout,
I come again to see
the serene, great picture that I love.

Here space and time exist in light
the eye like the eye of faith believes.
The seen, the known
dissolve in iridescence, become
illusive flesh of light
that was not, was, forever is.

O light beheld as through refracting tears.
Here is the aura of that world
each of us has lost.
Here is the shadow of its joy.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art."
Rumi

Τάδε έφη Δαμαστής
(γνωστός επίσης κι' ως Προκρούστης)

Το κινητό μου βασίλειο ανάμεσα στην Αθήνα και τα Μέγαρα
κυβερνούσα μόνος τα δάση τις ρεματιές τα φαράγγια
χωρίς γέρους συμβουλάτορες γελοία σιρίτια μ' ένα απλό ρόπαλο
μεταμφιεσμένος μόνο με τη σκιά ενός λύκου
και τον τρόμο που ο ήχος της λέξης Δαμαστής προκαλούσε

δεν είχα υποτελείς δηλαδή είχα αλλά γιά λίγο
δεν ζούσαν όσο η αυγή, όμως είναι συκοφαντία
να πει κανείς πως ήμουν ληστής
όπως ισχυρίζονται οι παραχαράκτες της ιστορίας

στην πραγματικότητα ήμουν ένας λόγιος ένας κοινωνικός αναμορφωτής
το αληθινό μου πάθος η ανθρωπομετρία

επινόησα ένα κρεβάτι στις διαστάσεις του τέλειου ανθρώπου
το συνέκρινα με τους ταξιδιώτες που έπεφταν στα χέρια μου
ήταν δύσκολο ν' αντισταθώ στον πειρασμό - το ομολογώ
να τεντώνω άκρα να κόβω πόδια
οι ασθενείς πέθαιναν αλλά όσο περισσότεροι χάνονταν
τόσο ήμουν βέβαιος πως η έρευνα μου ήταν σωστή
ο σκοπός ήταν ευγενής η πρόοδος απαιτεί θύματα

ποθούσα να καταργήσω τη διαφορά ανάμεσα στο υψηλό και το χαμηλό
ήθελα να δώσω ένα και μόνο σχήμα στην αηδιαστικά ποικιλόμορφη ανθρωπότητα
δεν παραιτήθηκα ποτέ από την προσπάθεια να κάνω τους ανθρώπους ίσους

τη ζωή μου την πήρε ο Θησέας ο φονιάς του αθώου Μινώταυρου
αυτός που βγήκε απ' τον λαβύρινθο με το κουβάρι νήμα μιάς γυναίκας
ένας τσαρλατάνος όλο κόλπα χωρίς αρχές ή όραμα του μέλλοντος

έχω τη βάσιμη ελπίδα πως άλλοι θα συνεχίσουν τις προσπάθειες μου
και θα ολοκληρώσουν το έργο που με τόση τόλμη έβαλα μπρος

Herbert Zbignief
μετάφραση Χάρης Βλαβιανός


The center of every man's existence is a dream.
G.K. Chesterton

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Even a small experience of altruism brings a measure of mental peace right away. - Dalai Lama

He who asks is a fool for five minutes. But he who does not ask remains a fool forever.
chinese proverb

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it's dark.

The mark of a moderate man is freedom from his own ideas.
Lao-tzu

“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain”
William Shakespeare

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Isador Goodman plays Strauss-Grünfeld "Soirée de Vienne"

To a friend whose work has come to triumph - Anne Sexton


Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on,
testing this strange little tug at his shoulder blade,
and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn
of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made!
There below are the trees, as awkward as camels;
and here are the shocked starlings pumping past
and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well:
larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast
of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually
he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling
into that hot eye. Who cares that he fell back to the sea?
See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down
while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.

Musée Des Beaux Arts - W.H. Auden



About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.


Ως προς τη δυστυχία δεν έσφαλαν ποτέ
Οι Παλαιοί Δάσκαλοι: πόσο σωστά είχαν κατανοήσει
Την ανθρώπινη διάσταση της, πως καταφθάνει
Ενώ κάποιος άλλος τρώει ή ανοίγει ένα παράθυρο ή περπατάει απλώς βαριεστημένα,
Πως όταν οι γέροντες, ευλαβικά, παθιασμένα προσμένουν
Τη θαυμαστή γέννηση, θα υπάρχουν πάντοτε παιδιά
Που δεν την θέλουνε και τόσο, και πατινάρουν
Σε μιά λιμνούλα στην άκρη του δάσους:
Δεν ξέχασαν ποτέ
Πως και το τρομερό μαρτύριο πρέπει να ολοκληρωθεί
Κάπου σε μιά γωνιά, σε κάποιο ρυπαρό σημείο
Οπου τα σκυλιά συνεχίζουν την σκυλίσια ζωή τους και το άλογο του βασανιστή
Ξύνει τα αθώα καπούλια σ' ένα δέντρο.

Στον Ικαρο του Μπρέγκελ, γιά παράδειγμα: πως καθετί γυρίζει ανέμελα
Την πλάτη στην καταστροφή, ο γεωργός
Μπορεί και ν' άκουσε τον παφλασμό, την απελπισμένη κραυγή,
Ομως γιά εκείνον δεν ήταν και καμιά μεγάλη συμφορά, ο ήλιος φώτιζε
Οπως όφειλε τα λευκά πόδια που χάνονταν στο πράσινο
Νερό, και το ακριβό, κομψό καράβι θα πρέπει να είδε κι' αυτό
Κάτι πρωτοφανές, ένα αγόρι να πέφτει από τον ουρανό,
Επρεπε κάπου να φτάσει και γαλήνιο συνέχισε το ταξίδι του.

μετάφραση Χάρης Βλαβιανός

Saturday, August 20, 2011


If indeed love is the magical trigger that sets off the explosion of life as the cosmos, it remains the mysterious imperative spurring our human endeavors, evidenced by the scruple of creative minds for perfectionism, and points to our ponderings concerning the meaningfulness of our lives, our strivings, our frustrations, our disappointments, our disenchantment, and perhaps our reenchantment.

Moreover, it is the power of unconditional love that gives us the resolve to uphold a person's pride while acquiescing to their flaws and follies. The great paradox is by loving one's ideal of God espied in a person, one helps that person to honor his/her real self.

Therefore it is love that makes God a reality.

Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

Music is the language of the soul and therefore it communicates to us something that could never be communicated in words!
Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.
Carl Jung

Friday, August 19, 2011


You are the source
Of all purity and impurity.
No one purifies another.

Buddha

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


To be angry is to let others' mistakes punish yourself. To forgive others is to be good to yourself.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Rumi - "Keep Walking"


Ego is a social institution with no physical reality. The ego is simply your symbol of yourself. Just as the word "water" is a noise that symbolizes a certain liquid without being it, so too the idea of ego symbolizes the role you play, who you are, but it is not the same as your living organism.
Alan Watts

Monday, August 15, 2011


Because I could not stop for Death --

He kindly stopped for me --

The Carriage held but just Ourselves --

And Immortality.

Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it's dark.

Sunday, August 14, 2011



“You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.”
Buddha

Νέο Φάληρο




If you loose, don't loose the lesson.
Dalai Lama

We cannot see our reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

Not what you think - Steve Hagen



When I first began practicing Zen under Dainin Katagiri Roshi, he asked me to comment on a Zen koan. I told him, in all honesty, that I found the koan puzzling. Immediately his face wrinkled up as if he had bitten into a lemon. “Not puzzle!” he shouted. He quickly made it clear to me that Zen teachings are not puzzles to which we students are expected to come up with clever answers.

People often think of koans as riddles or problems that need to be solved. But this is not the case at all. With every koan, the point is not to arrive at an answer through our ordinary, conceptualizing minds. Rather, the point is to see for ourselves that our concepts can never provide us with a satisfying answer. (This is not that satisfaction cannot be found. It can—but not through any concept or explanation.)

Unlike school exams, koans are not a matter of coming up with the right answer and thereby winning an endorsement or gaining the teacher’s approval. There is a great deal more at play in these exchanges between Zen teachers and their students. Indeed, if it were merely a matter of coming up with the right answer, you could simply look it up in one of several volumes that claim to provide answers to koans. But in an exchange with a true teacher, this isn’t going to do you much good. If you don’t understand the heart of a koan, it will be quite obvious the moment you’re asked a follow-up question—one that’s not in one of the books.

No concept, no idea, no piece of intellection will ever give you “the answer.” Whether we’re talking about life or koans (the same thing, really), there are no pat answers or solutions.

For this reason, koans have often been labeled anti-intellectual, or irrational, or as invitations for us to abandon ourselves to our impulses or our irrational minds. Indeed, some people unfamiliar with Zen think that Zen practice is about acting strange and silly, or making outlandish statements, or forgetting everything and just letting the flowers bloom. Some scholars and writers have even claimed that the purpose of koans is to break down and destroy the intellect. None of this, however, is true.

Though koans do reach beyond reason, they’re not a call to destroy or deny the intellect. They simply point out that Reality is not to be captured in a thought, or a phrase, or an explanation. Reality is the direct seeing of the world as it is, not as our intellects map it, describe it, or conceive it.

It’s not that human intellect is bad or that we must get rid of it; but we must bring ourselves back to the fact that the intellect can only construct models of Reality, never Reality itself. Our problem, however, is that we get taken in by our mental constructions, mistaking them for Reality. The fact is that Reality cannot be constructed, nor does it need to be. It’s already here—and we’re all inseparable from it. If we could only see this, we’d be freed from a great and painful burden. We’d no longer be confused or cowed by human life.

Another common misunderstanding of koans is that they are exercises of wit in which the teacher asks the question, and the student must immediately come back with an adroit response. In this erroneous view, koans are a jousting game in which teacher and student strike and counter-strike, each trying to best the other. Though some teacher/student exchanges may give this appearance, to use the model of a debate or contest is to miss the point entirely.

Koans also have a reputation for being paradoxical, enigmatic, and inscrutable—and, thus, Zen itself has gotten a reputation for being the same. But koans themselves are not paradoxes at all. Rather, they direct our attention to the sense of contradiction or paradox that naturally arises in any conception of the world. Koans help us to see that these apparent contradictions in fact occur only within our minds, not within the world itself.

Rather than serving up an idea or conceptual framework that will supposedly save us, koans help us to recognize how we constantly do indeed reach for prefabricated explanations and answers. They also help us to see that this never gets us anywhere. Indeed, it is this very grasping for conceptual solutions and explanations that causes us so many problems. Yet even as we grasp at concepts, we overlook the supreme treasure that is right at hand—Reality itself.

The term koan is generally translated as “public case.” But what, exactly, makes a koan public? Simply this: every koan is a finger pointing to Reality, to what is right now, right here. Reality is totally and immediately available to everyone all the time. It doesn’t have to be transmitted to you by a teacher. In fact, it can’t be. You can’t get it from a book, either. Nobody can hand it to you. It’s already right here. We’re inseparable from it. There’s nothing in our experience more public that Truth or Reality itself.

The koans presented in this volume were collected in the eighteenth century C.E by Genro, a Soto Zen master. This may seem somewhat unusual, since koans are thought to be more widely used by Rinzai Zen teachers. The Soto school generally does not use koans in one-to-one teacher/student interactions. This is probably due to Dogen Zenji, who transmitted Soto Zen from China to Japan in the thirteenth century C.E. Though he used koans as teaching stories, he frowned on their regular use as hoops for students to jump through. He found such graduated training to be wide of the mark and short on delivery.

Dogen defined the term ko as “sameness” or “ultimate equality.” According to Dogen, every thing, thought, or emotion we encounter or experience is an equal and necessary component of Reality. Nothing is superfluous. Nothing is left out. In fact, nothing can be left out. Whether we recognize it or not, we’re always dealing with Totality, which is utterly beyond our concepts of part or whole, equal or unequal.

The term an, according to Dogen, means that everything within Totality has its own natural territory or sphere. For Dogen, then, a true koan is an authentic expression of the merging of difference and unity, the thoroughgoing interpenetration of the Whole and its “parts.”

Related to the matter of Totality is non-duality. Our conceptualizing minds are highly dualistic. They keep themselves busy thinking, analyzing, controlling, and scheming. To such a mind, everything is either good or bad, right or wrong, friend or foe, this or that—or else off our personal radar altogether. But koans point beyond all this, to the immediate and first-hand non-duality of Reality. Koans are expressions of immediate awareness—before we categorize, label, arrange, or evaluate everything.

Koans also point to the freedom of non-attachment—a major theme in Zen. Non-attachment is the recognition that thoughts of “this is right and that is wrong,” “this we should do and that we shouldn’t do,” “it ought to be like this,” or “this is what I want, and that is what I don’t want,” only serve to make our lives complicated, contradictory, confusing, and ultimately unbearable. Such thinking fills our hearts and minds with longing and loathing—all of which drives us to anger, frustration, and despair. Koans cut through such confusion and draw our attention to things as they are, before we make judgments about them and create contradictions for ourselves.

Non-attachment is not the same as detachment. Detachment presumes the realness of the objects of our longing and loathing, then counsels us to turn away from them. It’s an attempt to escape from Reality. But there is no escape from Reality. Non-attachment, on the other hand, is to see the emptiness, the non-particularity, of every thing or thought we encounter.

Koans speak of genuineness and ordinariness—actual, True, Reality—without any need for explanation, embellishment, or improvement. They remind us that we don’t need to push the river, or add legs to the snake.

Reality is always right there, out in the open—a public case. Dealing with it is forever a matter of calming down, focussing, and noticing how we spend the greater portion of our time explaining everything to ourselves. Koans—like meditation—are a practical way of watching our own minds, paying careful attention to what is really going on, and perceiving Reality directly, free of our ideas about it, explanations for it, and habitual responses to it.

In short, koans are serious business. They’re about life and death, about all our deepest questions and concerns—the ones that are most immediate, urgent, and unavoidable. Life isn’t a matter of pleasing the teacher or getting the right answer or passing a test. Koans direct us to be present with what is going on now, and to notice how our minds respond to this.

Once this is seen, there’s no wasting of the day, or yourself, or the world. What binds you drops away, and you will let it go.

(Introduction to the Iron Flute)

Saturday, August 13, 2011

a moment of happiness


A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.


Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas,
not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues,
nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans,
not in legs winding around your own neck,
nor in eating nothing but vegetables.

When you really look for me,
you will see me instantly
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.

Friday, August 12, 2011


"Each of us is the next step in evolution along the lineage created by our two parents. Our higher purpose on earth can be found by recognizing what our parents accomplished and where they left off. By reconciling what they gave us with what they left us to resolve, we can get a clear picture of who we are and what we are meant to do."

James Redfield

“People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?”
Thich Nhat Hanh

CANTI ESTATICI 06 - Hildegard von Bingen


"The river that flows in you also flows in me."
Kabir

“Do you believe there is some place that will make the soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.”

Kabir

“Don't open your diamonds in a vegetable market. Tie them in bundle and keep them in your heart, and go your own way.”

Kabir

Thursday, August 11, 2011


"It is in the shelter of each other that the people live."
Irish Proverb

Follow your bliss


"Follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be."
Joseph Campbell

Thich Nhat Hanh


“Our true home is in the present moment. To live in the present moment is a miracle. The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green Earth in the present moment, to appreciate the peace and beauty that are available now.”
Thich Nhat Hanh

“This is the real secret of life: to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”
Alan Watts

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
Lao-tzu

Karma is not something complicated or philosophical. Karma means watching your body, watching your mouth, and watching your mind. Trying to keep these three doors as pure as possible is the practice of karma.
Lama Thubten Yeshe

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


The more you let yourself go, the less others let you go.
Friedrich Nietzsche

In Heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Life without a friend is death without a witness.
Spanish proverb

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
George Eliot

Philosopher n'est qu'une façon de raisonner la mélancolie.
Louise Lévêque de Vilmorin

Being but Men - Dylan Thomas



Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.

If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.

Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.

That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.

Being but men, we walked into the trees.

To be is to do.
Immanuel Kant