The longing of no longing : washed stones

 ©fourteenth

All is sand. The way it touches, mirrors and adheres to skin. Crystals clean as winnowed grain. Hot on the surface, cool in the under-dark. Poems distant on the horizon, belly-dancing in liquid heat. This is the longing of no longing. Hearing the far-off soul’s music, with no desire in my hips.

©Ruth of washed stones

Simone Weil

© James Owens

We must try to love without imagining
-- to love the appearance in its nakedness without interpretation.
What we love then is truly God.

--Simone Weil





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It's up to us to see.

in search of white space

untitled i

we are at an edge
we are on one side
and everything else is on the other
we do not know if we will ever wake up again
we do not know if we will ever make love again
we do not know if we will ever create again
happiness, joy, comfort, we do not know
we are at an edge
we are on one side
and everything else is on the other

erin


                                         

                                         

mountains and water | form is void

Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849)


Chaudron

(with brightness of peace)

©fourteenth

... (with brightness of peace)

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places


yes is a world
& in this world
of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

 e. e. cummings




(with thanks to the exceptional blog
love is a place for inspiration on the title.)