Rain 

 

momentary calm,

then
countless feet move 

ever onward
rain on all

 

-M.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shared

Turn around —
The morning sun.
Light and warmth —
Reflected.
Upturned face —
Full moon.

Shared

 

-M.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song

 

There but for the pelting rain
There but for the driving wind
There but for the darkening clouds
It was a beautiful day.

There but for the empty shoes
There but for the empty bed
There but for the cold dim room
It was a beautiful day.

It was a beautiful day
It was a beautiful day
It was a beautiful day
Because you were in my heart.

 

-M.

 “That we are more concerned with generating profits than saving people, is perhaps the greatest condemnation that can be made of our generation.”

— Mia Mottley, prime minister of Barbados

 “Being popular and well liked is not in your best interest…”

“If you behave in a manner pleasing to most, then you are probably doing something wrong.

Taking into account the public’s regrettable lack of taste, it is incumbent on you to not fit in.”

-- Janeane Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

True beauty does not strictly adhere to the Ancient Greek standard.

 

 

 -M.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love doesn’t require 

a personal relationship; 

love is 

a personal relationship.

 

-M.

"And by the way, authoritarianism and fascism are not ideologies. They’re a process for taking power. A leader who identifies himself with one group at the expense of another [group] that then becomes a scapegoat, who thinks he’s above the law, criticizes the press, and is part of a group of other leaders like that who support each other."

— Madeleine Albright

Love and Revolution

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Love:

"...You know something is happening (here) but you don't know what it is - do you, Mister Jones?" 

 

-- Bob Dylan

I never thought that I would feel like Mr. Jones (and even at the time), but now I wonder.

I have made many assumptions that proved to be inaccurate, some to my great embarrassment at the time, some seen only later, through a glass, dimly (ok, darkly). My understanding of love, the meaning and place of love, the feeling of love, bound by its time, comes back to me now like AM waves reflected by the atmosphere.

There was a time when I assumed that I knew what it meant, that we all knew what it meant, but the meaning eluded and morphed into the summer of love, the Robert Indiana sculpture, the happy face, the I heart NY.

I am turning the pages of the great books and revisiting the great teachings: it is in there somewhere. It is also in the subway car, I know it; I can see the thread dangling before my face. Do I reach for it? 

Dare I, Mister Jones?

On Revolution:

Fire in the Lake: the image of Revolution. (Wilhelm).

Change is believed in on the day it is completed. It is very successful, beneficial if correct. Regret vanishes. (Cleary)

On a cold night in Harvard Square, after a roiling demonstration against the war, I stood in face-off with a law officer: me in my greatcoat, he in his flack jacket, helmet and shield. Many long, tense minutes passed, neither giving ground. Finally, the officer was called back to his comrades to sing God Bless America.

I know what revolution isn’t.

 

 

 

-M.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the I Ching

 

The Ting is a cauldron or ritual vessel, originally a pictorial character, representing a caldron with three feet and two ears, used for cooking and preparing food for the table (the mat in old times) and the altar. (1)

...the image suggests the idea of nourishment. (Wilhelm) (2)

 

 

(1) https://www.sacred-texts.com/ich/ic50.htm

(2) http://www2.unipr.it/~deyoung/I_Ching_Wilhelm_Translation.html