there's no salvation elsewhere;
forget the horizon, the seductive sky.
if nothing's here, nothing's there.
i know. once i escaped to
tangier,
took the same face, the same lie.
there's no salvation in elsewhere
when elsewhere has empty rooms, mirrors.
everywhere: the capital I.
if nothing's here, nothing's there
unless, of course, your motive's secure;
not therapy, but joy,
salvation an idea left behind, elsewhere,
like overweight baggage or yesteryear.
the fundamental things apply.
if nothing's here, nothing's there -
i brought with me my own imperfect air.
the streets were noise. the heart dry.
there was no salvation elsewhere.
i came with nothing, found nothing there.
The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge - Jeremy Narby
Intelligence in Nature - Jeremy Narby
The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are - Alan Watts
Tao Te Ching
The Quantum and the Lotus - Matthie Ricards and Trinh Xuan Thuan
2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl - Daniel Pinchbeck
Bird by Bird - Anne Lamott
A Short History of Nearly Everything - Bill Bryson
(check out my blog - something everyone should know)
The Hero with a Thousand Faces – Joseph Cambell
The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis
The Red Tent - Anita Diamant
The Dance of Life - Havelock Ellis
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
1984 - George Orwell
Much Ado about Nothing - Shakespeare
12th Night - Shakespeare
The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky
The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Emmuska Orcz
Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
Animal Farm - George Orwell
The Chalice and the Blade - Riane Eisler
Recommend anything?
Heroes
This is It
and I am It
and You are It
and so is That
and He is It
and She is It
and It is It
and That is That - james broughton
....
and what are two thousand years? (asked mr. ramsay ironically, staring at the hedge). what indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? the very stone ones kicks with one's boot will outlast shakespeare.
it was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain.
But my technique that I recommend to you is don’t believe anything. If you believe in something you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite. Therefore you have given up a portion of your freedom and freedom is the dearest thing we’ve got. You don’t have to believe anything. You can just provisionally work your way through stuff. -Terence Mckenna
hey Vivian! Got your message...I'm gonna call you sometime tomorrow night kay? I really* really* want to come to NY on Saturday & think I would love it... BUT--->I leave for Maine on Sunday, would we be returning Sat. night late sometime? If so, I think I can make it! --Let's discuss plans tomorrow :) Love. <3
Online Now!
