Dear Friends, Family, and Art Lovers,
I wish you a very happy Christmas and a wonderful, creative and prosperous New Year 2019.
May it be filled with joy, inspiration, good deeds, spiritual attainment, pleasure moments, love…
These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
― Rumi, Mathnawi VI, 831-845
The Summer vaster than the Empire hangs over the tables of space several terraces of climate. The huge earth rolls on its surface over-flowing its pale embers under the ashes – Sulphur colour, honey colour, colour of immortal things, the whole grassy earth-taking light from the green sponge of a lonely tree the sky draws its violet juices.
A place of stone of quartz! Not a pure grain in the wind’s barbs. And light like oil. – From the crack of my eye to the level of the hills I join myself, I know the stones gill-stained, the swarms of silence in the hives of light; and my heart gives heed to a family of crickets…
Milk camels, gentle beneath the shears, sewn with mauve scars, let the hills march from under the facts of the harvest sky – let them march in silence over the pale incandescence of the plain ; and kneeling at last, in the fantasy of dreams, there where the peoples annihilate themselves in the dead powder of earth.
― St John Perse, Anabasis, VII, (translated by T.S. Eliot)