Recall a verse from a song from childhood, what used to be called a « negro » spiritual:
He’s got the whole world in his hand…
And then of course there’s the grain of sand in the palm of, and the universe, and
I wanna hold your…, and Maradona’s
Hand of God, etc.
Tonight, in images on the wall before my desk, the hands of: James Joyce (twice), Giacometti (three times), Louise Bourgeois, Patti Smith, Man Ray, Paul Eluard and Nusch, Janis Joplin and Tina Turner in 1969, a meditator and a woman tending the fire in a Rembrandt painting, a naked woman in a Lucien Freud painting, a naked woman in a Picasso painting, a naked woman in an unidentified painting on a Louvre ad, two bonobos making love, an analyst and his patient in a cartoon, a model in a Man Ray photo, Barack Obama, two naked women and one not in an Ecole de Fontainebleau painting.
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
You can tell us now or you can tell us downtown, two detectives tell the proverbial sage on the mountaintop in a New Yorker cartoon.
No, I imagine the proverbial sage responding,
I can never tell you.
before my desk
Giacometti in his atelier
and Giacometti and Beckett crossing a street
a translation of Picassos text – "I dont search i find "
From Lau Tze – "From wonder to wonder existence opens up"
and from Lucebert
"Everything of value is naked "
sometimes something new is added – sometimes it is taken of
but those are there for years
we are carried by everything
By the food we ate- produced by so many
the water we can wash with and drink
the clothes we ware
the teacher who is teaching us
the collegue we have a problem with
the car we drive
the house we are living in
the air we breath……
For my birthday I bought a lottery ticket. The jackpot was about ten million euro.
A had a strong intuition that the jackpot would fall on the last number 5, and it did!
But the last number was all that my intuition was right about.
This morning was brilliantly fresh and clear, and as I was jogging along the Berkel (a small river close to our home) and along fields and mansions, it struck me.
Not winning the jackpot is winning the jackpot.
When I meditate I reduce the input of my senses, and they open up. When I go to a party with many people and loud music; when I over stimulate the senses; my sensitivity is dimmed.
Extreme wealth does not make me more able to enjoy what is here right now, more likely it makes it harder.
Maybe my karma was good enough to make me win this not-winning.
"…I will be the silence…"
S. Beckett – Nameless
" …je serais le ‘se taire’…"??????
free – very bad translation – don’t have the original.