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(photographs: Tom Davis)

Friday, October 20, 2017







face to face


When I was a child I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I imagined as a child. But as soon as I was a man I put away childishness. Now we see in a glass, even in a dark speaking: but then shall we see face to face. Now I know unperfectly: but then shall I know even as I am known.

Now abideth faith, hope, and love, even these three: but the chief of these is love.

St Paul's first epistle to the Corinthians, ch. 13, in the translation of Thomas Tyndale






Thursday, October 19, 2017


the smile







In your body, bliss.
As grass, from dewfall
drinks in its own green,
so it was inside you
mother of joy.

Now her bliss burns in all of us
it sings us, in unison,
out of that sweet maiden
Mary, praise her, she gave birth to God.

Viscera tua gaudium habuerunt,
sicut gramen, super quod ros cadit,
cum ei viriditatem infudit,
ut et in te factum est,
o Mater omnis gaudii.

Nunc omnis Ecclesia in gaudio rutilet
ac in symphonia sonet
propter dulcissima Virginem
et laudabilem Mariam, dei Genitricem.


Hildegard of Bingen (transl. Tom Davis)






Wednesday, October 18, 2017







your perfect offering


You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.


From Leonard Cohen, Anthem.






Tuesday, October 17, 2017







the scent of mint

Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.

Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.

But just now out in the lane,
Oh, the scent of mint was plain!

Lizette Woodworth Reese, After






Monday, October 16, 2017







Not two/ not one


Hey silent one, Hey great talker
Not two/ not one
Not separate/ not apart
This is the heart
Bliss is emptiness
Emptiness is bliss
Be your breath, Ah
Smile, Hey, And relax, Ho
Remember: You can't miss.

Rick Fields -- and more







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