light and shade




The Mirror
A. A. Milne

Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . .
And all the water was at ease.

All Nature has a Feeling

John Clare


All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal; and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal is its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.



textures, forms, sensations


thoughts, feelings, silences


vision, spacious, awareness

The Clod and the Pebble

 Songs of Innocence and of Experience

William Blake

1757 - 1827

"Love seeketh not itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care,

But for another gives its ease,

And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay

Trodden with the cattle's feet,

But a Pebble of the brook

Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only self to please,

To bind another to its delight,

Joys in another's loss of ease,

And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite."

She Walks in Beauty

George Gordon Byron



She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.


And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Sleep Now, O Sleep Now

James Joyce

1882 - 1941

Sleep now, O sleep now, 
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.

The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter
Is crying "Sleep no more."

My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart -- -
Sleep on in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!


Free and Easy: A Spontaneous Vajra Song

By Venerable Lama Gendun Rinpoche

Happiness can not be found through great effort and willpower, but is already present, in open relaxation and letting go.

Don’t strain yourself, there is nothing to do or undo.  Whatever momentarily arises in the body-mind has no real importance at all, has little reality whatsoever.  Why identify with, and become attached to it, passing judgment upon it and ourselves?

Far better to simply let the entire game happen on its own, springing up and falling back like waves without changing or manipulating anything and notice how everything vanishes and reappears, magically, again and again, time without end.

Only our searching for happiness prevents us from seeing it.  It’s like a vivid rainbow which you pursue without ever catching, or a dog chasing its own tail.

Although peace and happiness do not exist as an actual thing or place, it is always available and accompanies you every instant.

Don’t believe in the reality of good and bad experiences; they are like today’s ephemeral weather, like rainbows in the sky.

Wanting to grasp the ungraspable, you exhaust yourself in vain.  As soon as you open and relax this tight fist of grasping, infinite space is there - open, inviting and comfortable.

Make use of this spaciousness, this freedom and natural ease.  Don’t search any further looking for the great awakened elephant, who is already resting quietly at home in front of your own hearth.

Nothing to do or undo, nothing to force, nothing to want, and nothing missing -

Emaho! Marvelous! Everything happens by itself.

primordial yoga

Listening: soft whispering preternatural voice-less voice;




"Whistler I think said about painting that the painting is unfinished until all trace of the effort of its making has been removed"


May all beings find happiness and joy

May our own and other's aims be spontaneously accomplished