“there again is a circle
there again is a circle
the effort, see, the complete effort to be beautiful
and being beautiful
while the whole of anything is meant to be silently understood
only if it is the effort, not the complete thing
but the effort, the effort is the beauty, the effort

how long is waiting?
how short is life?
blue morning glory.

and that morning, or that moment
when it didn’t really matter
to live or die
it really didn’t matter
to live or die
that’s suspended animation
the suspended animation of being
that is true perfection…”

Harumi’s fire by the river and words from their twice told tales of the pomegranate forest
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soft sounds for hanging in the balance.


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the color of a voice.
the veil of conversation.
the picture of health.
the tone of the weather.
the picture of a voice.
the color of conversation.
health.
the tone of the weather is the color of a statue
with arms wide open overlooking a village
threatening to leap into the sea.
a luminous object
with clouded judgement
and a portal ripping through it’s chest.

but you were a bag of old potatoes. all eyes, not seeing.

photo by Ren Hang




“hello? come again? come again.
stay. stay a while. stick around a while.
stick around as long as you can.
heaven help you. god help you. jesus help you.
everybody else help you.
everybody.
everybody make happy.
make everybody happy.
be a comedian.”

-uncle bill

from American Movie (1999) a documentary by Chris Smith featuring filmmaker Mark Borchardt.


sound becomes visible in the form of radiance.

“Everything in the world has two movements; the moon has its waxing and waning; the sun has its rising and setting; the tide has its flow and ebb; man has his rise and decline. This shows us that time is not in the watches and the clocks that we have made, but time is the rhythm that is in the whole universe.”
-Hazrat Inayat Khan

“There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay? Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.”
-Tom Robbins

Nusrat Fatah Ali Kahn, live in london 1993. a ghazal in the qawwali form.



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Slow and Steady Wins the Race by Ken Price

“Human beings are capable of becoming perfectly pure at some moment in their lives. It doesn’t matter if they’re royalty or literati, middle class, working class, or the lowest class. For many people that moment must be the moment when they are clasping hands with each other. Memory finds its way back through blood, through body heat. Right at that moment. But now is not that moment. Right now doesn’t mean anything at all.

…time repeated itself. It outlived memory… and it would be no different in the future.”

Nowhere To Be Found by Bae Suah translated by Sora Kim-Russell


sleep to pass between the real and the dream.
follow the scent and sound.
initiate a song of sworcery.
awaken to break up the storm.
run towards the mysterious light, the meadow, a time of miracles.

superbrothers sword and sworcery soundtrack by jim guthrie.


“…in what rhythm you began, you should continue to breathe. By losing the rhythm much is lost. Music is the miniature of life’s harmony in sound in a concentrated sense. The person who has no rhythm physically cannot walk well; he often stumbles. The breath, the speech, the step, all have rhythm. The person who has no rhythm in his emotions falls easily into a spell, such as laughter, or crying, or anger, or fear. We should practise rhythm in our lives, so that we may not be so patient and yielding that everybody takes the best of us, nor so carried away by our enthusiasm and frankness that we say things that are undesirable in the world, nor so meek and mild that we fall into flattery, timidity and cowardice. Then, by and by, we may understand the rhythm of emotions, the rhythm of thoughts, then the rhythm of feeling. Then a person comes into relation with the inner rhythm which is the true meaning of the world.”
from the Sufi Teachings of Hazrat Inayat Khan
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gather with me. together let us listen to the soundless sound.
and then throw ourselves into the river.