Monet Refuses the Operation -- Lisel Mueller
#2166 - Monday, June 6, 2005
- Editor: Gloria
Monet Refuses the
Doctor, you say that there
are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me
all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and
blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that
the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you
want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great
continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
so quickly to one another
that it would take long,
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
changes our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
~ Lisel Mueller ~
(Sixty Years of American
Poetry, The Academy of American Poets)
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The Wisdom of Sri Nisargadatta
"Be empty of
all mental content, of all imagination and effort, and
the very absence of
obstacles will cause reality to rush in."
Net of Jewels
If you look for the truth outside
it gets farther and farther away.
Today, walking alone,
I meet him everywhere I step.
He is the same as me,
yet I am not
Only if you understand it in this way
will you merge with the
way things are.
from Awareness - the Way to
than if there were
of meaningless verses is
And better than chanting hundreds
meaningless verses is
that on hearing
-Dhammapada, 8, translated by Thanissaro
Men are afraid to forget
fearing to fall through the
Void with nothing to stay their fall.
They do not know that the
Void is not really void, but the realm of the real Dharma.
-Huang Po, "Zen Teaching of Huang Po"
From "365 Buddha:
Daily Meditations," edited by Jeff Schmidt
I am more convinced than ever that I just don't
The paradox is that I really do know.
Both must be fully
So, knowing becomes recognition,
Not knowing becomes humility.
And humility opens the
door to recognition and honoring.
In that there is no paradox. It makes
perfect sense, yet it is only a small shift in
meaning of words that we
might generally take to have the same meaning.
But the nuance, the
poetry, the truth of them is subtle, beautiful.
The poetry and beauty are
in the wondering of it all.
I do love wonder. It comes out of the
humility which comes from not knowing,
and the recognition that is beyond
Copyright © 2005 by John
6/3/05, St. Louis, MO