29 December 2013

tree evening


I measure myself
Against a tall tree
I find that I am much taller,
For I reach right up to the sun
With my eye;
And I reach to the shore of the sea
With my ear.
Nevertheless, I dislike
The way the ants crawl
In and out of my shadow.
- Wallace Stevens

25 December 2013

opening to presence


In the opening to presence, there are two steps to be understood: first the seeing, that is, the moment when I hold myself entirely under my look; and second, the letting go toward which the look has led me, the release that follow the shock when I see. In order for me to have a real perception, an act of knowing, I need an attention that is as total and as even as possible, an impartial all-embracing look that does not take one side or another.

The most important thing is to discover whether I am capable of such a look. When my attention becomes truly active and my mind acquires the clarity of this look, there is a letting go both in the head and in the rest of the body, which becomes still. At this moment I can experience a Presence that has no need to project outwardly and is maintained under this look. I have the impression that this letting go takes place from top to bottom, and that my inner volume changes, as though no longer confined to my body. Here I approach the meaning of relaxation, not an artificial letting go but one that appears as I understand the act of seeing.

from An Inner Stillness

thanks to Miguel

19 September 2013


standing  ©fourteenth

I Am Not I

By Juan Ramón Jiménez
Translated By Robert Bly
I am not I.
                   I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.

Juan Ramón Jiménez, “‘I Am Not I’” from Lorca and Jiménez: Selected Poems. Translation copyright © 1973 by Robert Bly. Reprinted with the permission of Beacon Press.

Source: Lorca and Jimenez: Selected Poems (Beacon Press, 1973)

1 September 2013



We have come into this exquisite world
to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!


14 August 2013

Fear no more


Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Nor the furious winter's rages;

William Shakespeare

8 August 2013


breath lines ©fourteenth

breath lines ©fourteenth

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

― Leonardo da Vinci

7 August 2013

Remember your deepest name: Naomi Shihab Nye



Japanese teacher says:
At first light, rise.
Don’t hover between
sleep and waking,
this makes you heavy,
puts a stone inside your heart.

The minute you drift back to shore,
anchor. Breathe.
Remember your deepest name.

Naomi Shihab Nye
from Breaking the Fast

24 June 2013

Deep in the gold of summer: Odysseus Elytis

vermillion ©fourteenth

Deep in the gold of summer
And the perfume of hyacinths -

Βαθιά μεσ'  το χρυσάφι του καλοκαιριού
Και τ' άρωμα των γυακίνθων -

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης
Η Μαρίνα των Βράχων

21 June 2013

The summer night glowed: Louise Glück


The summer night glowed; in the field, fireflies were glinting.

And for those who understood such things, the stars were sending messages

from Midsummer

13 June 2013


Αίπος ©fourteenth

Ναός το Αίπος.
Αξεχώριστος τώρα,
ναός μες στ' άστρα.

Ν. Γ. Χούλης

από την ποιητική του συλλογή Τόπος Γυμνός, 2012

3 June 2013

talking to trees

But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world

-Mary Oliver The Journey

2 June 2013

Στην κλίση του νερού ,τα λόγια σου ακούμπησα.


Στην κλίση του νερού ,τα λόγια σου ακούμπησα. Θύμηση είναι τα μεσημέρια· κλειστός θυμός


12 April 2013

fragile beauty


The heart only reflects the Sky when it is giving and
Who would want to stand before a mirror that was shattered,
and thus distorts our

that is so fragile
as we grow.

~ Meister Eckhart ~

31 March 2013

from my sketch - book -- δύο σχέδια


sketch-book, 2008-2010 ©fourteenth

30 March 2013


Πως ζωγραφίζει κανείς σήμερα ;
Κατ’ απαίτηση των κυρίαρχων
συστημάτων γενικής συμμόρφωσης
ή τολμώντας στο απροσδιόριστο
της ελευθερίας ;

Πως ζωγραφίζει κανείς σήμερα ;
μ’ ενα μυαλό όσο μικρού πουλιού
μικρού πουλιού πολύ μικρού πουλιού
που η καρδιά χτυπάει
σα σαστισμένη στιγμή
να φανερώσει
λόγια ζωγραφιστά
αιχμάλωτες αισθήσεις
Σαν αρχή
Σα δική μου αλήθεια
Σα μετοχή στο όλον

πλάσματα ψυχής
στο διάφανο τζάμι
της συνομιλίας

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