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July 19, 2008
A Pasture For Gazelles

"You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. " --Kafka

"...I would fall in love with a monkey made of rags. With a plywood squirrel. With a botanical atlas. With an oriole..." -- Czeslaw Milosz

“Do not become bewildered by the surfaces; in the depths, all becomes law.” - Rilke

To be alone
It is a color that
Cannot be named:
This mountain where cedars rise
Into the autumn dusk -- Jakuren, 12th century

"… do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." - Romans 12:2

My heart has become able
To take on all forms.
It is a pasture for gazelles,
For monks, an abbey. -- Ibn ‘Arabi (1165-1240)

"What we take to be our strongest tower of delight, only stands at the caprice of the minutest event - the falling of a leaf, the hearing of a voice, or the receipt of one little bit of paper scratched over with a few small characters by a sharpened feather." -- Melville, Pierre

Posted by Jane on July 19, 2008 12:23 PM
Comments
My dearest Jane Freeman, I'm afraid I almost am late for work today due to this entry of yours. I am drawn back and forth, from words to pictures to words, and then to my own reveries. Quite wonderful.
Posted by: Claudia Cassel at August 8, 2008 12:34 PM
My dearest Jane Freeman, I'm afraid I almost am late for work today due to this entry of yours. I am drawn back and forth, from words to pictures to words, and then to my own reveries. Quite wonderful.
Posted by: Claudia Cassel at August 8, 2008 12:34 PM


