i examine my practice
i like small thing-ness
copper leafed boxes of wood and water
flint cast-offs and toy castaways
in what my parents called good materials
plant cloth, metal, and glass,
fine dried wood, stone and earth
i like retrieving
that are not memories
but present states
i have eyes
i examine them
sweep the floors of my house
so i can see in all directions
i like small soul gestures
a mudra, a syllable of god -
the repetition of a kyrie
or faded midrash
masbaha or subha(99)
rosary (54, 150)
if i make
39 metal pools for a teaspoon of black water
a 110 metal beaded mala
as clumsy and heavy
as beautiful broken and drilled stones
i make thing-ness that expands me
one cm at a time
In 1974 a published copy of the Goldberg Variations, first owned by Bach himself, was discovered in private possession in France. Accompanying the manuscript, in Bach's hand, there was attached a single page with fourteen canons on the first eight notes of the Goldberg ground. The discovery of the hitherto unknown manuscript was immediately hailed as the most important addition of a Bach source in recent decades. Of the fourteen canons, only numbers 11 and 13 had been known before 1974. "
It is a coincidence, perhaps, that there are fourteen canons in the Goldberg addendum. But to those who are cognizant of Bach's fascination with the number 14 as the sum of the ordinal values of the letters of his name (B+A+C+H), the number of canons in this cycle is more than coincidental. Bach's last major work, Art of the Fugue contains fourteen Contrapuncti, the last of which is the unfinished quadruple fugue in which the third subject is the BACH motive. If the number of canons can be understood to represent the composer's signature number, we might infer that Bach wished for the cycle of canons to represent, just as the Art of the Fugue represents, the last word on the subject. "
Baktun (14) Bach tune -14 being the sum of the letters of his name (B+A+C+H = 2+1+3+8)
"If we take the advice of the Buddha and other great teachers from the past and continue to practice meditation, we too begin to move away from feeling like we are bombarded by a waterfall of thoughts.
Instead we feel more like we are in the midst of a very powerful thought river. This is not a bad start.
Over time and with practice, it feels like the thoughts bombarding us are more at the pace of a babbling brook or a gentle stream,
which ultimately leads to the mind of wakefulness - a large spacious pond without a ripple on it."
Joseph Wright of Derby
an asthmatic Caravaggisti
painted two small girls
dressing a kitten in doll's clothes.
In the candle light, the kitten's
still blueish eyes gaze out.
One of the girls smiles, inviting us to forget this.
However, at this moment, the cat, precise, discerning, is caught
before she wrestles free, leaps, and leaves the picture.
painted the saint from Assisi
in his tomb
contemplating a skull.
Held like a gourd, crown down,
the shadowed saint in a shadowed tomb
gazes into the
skull's dark pool.
Does he drink cool water
as Wonhyo did?
We christened her uphill walker,
a stranger slight and determined
who, angling her body for struggle,
pushed forward on the level streets,
as if all inclined
up and away from her.
She had one, or two, leashed shih-tzus
trotting lion-like before her.
She wore heavy clothes,
a parka in late spring,
or a sweater in July,
carried a full backpack.
Her feet seemed tied to earth - she trudged.
I saw her years later,
2 days ago
in the goodwill store,
filling a cart
with the softest, cleanest,
oversized, stuffed animals
-rabbits bears dogs -
of unknown origin and breed.
Her face was older, weathered.
A man was with her, same ash hair and indistinct eyes,
that never questioned
the animal horde growing in her basket.
I looked into their eyes,
both of them, at separate times -
Another cart held bulging backpacks, shopping bags.
Did I imagine one, or two, leashes
hanging limply there?
"Our very life depends on everything recurring 'til we answer from within." -Robert Frost Vinegar in the dishwater- the glasses shine. Pots and pans carry prayers to the dinner table and the cupboard where they rest. Washing grace wears away the stone one sinkful at a time.
1 has memory a history of relationships clusters with the world that come and go an alphabet a sentence changeable as ocean blue salty greenish hue fresh the mind sweetens it 661 won hyo's gourd 1472 is it true karl gastinsis 1632 is it true Ganz in water