my wedding week

Sera una señal de los dioses? De manifestacion de gracia divina?

Aum ॐ

is the sound that is not made by any two things striking together.
the sound of the energy of the universe of which all things are manifestations. the sound of the radiance of god.
all words are simply fragments of Aum.

the four stages of ॐ

"a" - waking consciousness. ego consciousness. duality. Aristotelian logic: a is not (not a).
"u" - dream consciousness. when you dream you are surprised by your dream, yet your dream is you. you, as subject, are surprised by your self as object. you seem to be two, you and your dream, but you are one. subject and object are the same. this is the midway point to transcendance, to realize relationship as identity. gods, heavens and hells are the cosmic aspects of dreams. and dreams are the personal aspect of myths.
"m" - deep dreamless sleep. consciousness.
silence.

eternity is in love with the forms of time

gita govinda

a love poem

more than this....

... you know there is nothing.

jesus as bodhisattva

"the idea of the bodhisattva is the one who out of his realization of transcendence participates in the world. that-s the idea of the christ, in his love for the world coming to be crucified, participating in the crucifixion... intentionally... with joy. what's the invitation of christ? the invitation is joyful participation in the sorrows of the world... if you read it this way. there is a wonderful dialogue here, when you think of the christ in the way of the buddha. these are two folk emphasis of the same elementary idea. the buddha tells you "you are it", alright, what's the invitation of christ? the invitation of christ is joyful participation, "come in to the crucifixion with joy, not fear, not desire". and it's a rapture."

-joseph campbell

9 muses

goddesses who inspire the creation of literature and the arts. They were considered the source of the knowledge, related orally for centuries in the ancient culture, that was contained in poetic lyrics and myths. The compliment to a real woman who inspires creative endeavor is a later idea.

Muse        Domain            Emblem
Calliope        Epic poetry    Writing tablet
Clio                History            Scrolls
Erato        Love poetry    Cithara (lyre family)
Euterpe        Song and poetry  Aulos (like a flute)
Melpomene       Tragedy            Tragic mask
Polyhymnia      Hymns            Veil
Terpsichore Dance            Lyre
Thalia        Comedy            Comic mask
Urania        Astronomy      Globe and compass

Harmony or the three graces

Goddesses of charm, beauty, nature, human creativity and fertility. from youngest to oldest: Aglaea ("Splendor"), Euphrosyne ("Mirth"), and Thalia ("Good Cheer").

Hans Baldung Grien
alemania 1541-1544
oleo en tabla
museo del prado

Two semi-nude youths hold a book from which one is reading. On the right, a third youth holds a lute in his hand, and has a viola at his feet. Three nude children complete the scene. The one in the foreground has a swan and a piece of sheet music. A snake wound around a tree in the background completes this allegorical representation whose complex reading alludes to life's pleasures: beauty, music and reading. Its interpretation becomes clearer when seen with its companion The Ages of Man and Death

Death, with his hourglass and broken spear, leads an old woman by the arm. She, in turn, seeks to drag along a young woman at the height of her beauty. A baby lies sleeping on the ground, alongside an owl. A desolate and eerie landscape serves as the sinister setting. Christ appears in the sky, and there is a cross in the sun.

This painting and its companion, Harmony or The Three Graces (P2219) belong to the artist's last period. Together they describe a complex but clear moralizing allegory that alludes to the fragility of human existence in general, and the destruction of beauty in particular. This one is characterized by a tenebrous Germanic expressionism that tends to move the viewer in the manner of a vanitas, a reminder of the brevity of life.

corpus hermeticum

pagina de "practica musica" de gaffurius. ver: 3 graces, 9 muses.

Chief Seattle's letter

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family. The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother. If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers. Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival. When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left? We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us. As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers after all."