Poetry šŖ·
āOut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. Iāll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase āeach otherā
doesnāt make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Donāt go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
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there is a field. Iāll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase āeach otherā
doesnāt make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Donāt go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Donāt go b... See more
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The Dance of The Trickster ā A Poem.
In the dance of chaos and order,
Trickster moves like water;
Not against the rocks, but around them.
Look deeply, and you will see
How the mythological Loki, Coyote, Ćį¹£Ć¹ and Hermes
Are not separate from you.
Systems need to ritualise
Their own disruption and renewal,
Otherwise, they'll rot from within.
When the bamboo bec... See more
In the dance of chaos and order,
Trickster moves like water;
Not against the rocks, but around them.
Look deeply, and you will see
How the mythological Loki, Coyote, Ćį¹£Ć¹ and Hermes
Are not separate from you.
Systems need to ritualise
Their own disruption and renewal,
Otherwise, they'll rot from within.
When the bamboo bec... See more
Just a moment...
Beautiful action flows like water,
Not from duty's heavy stone,
But from the heart's natural inclination,
As a seed grows toward the sun.
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When we act from within,
Not because we should, but because we are,
The distinction between self and world dissolves
Like morning mist in gentle dawn.
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Beautiful action requires no thought,
No weighing of moral consequen... See more
Not from duty's heavy stone,
But from the heart's natural inclination,
As a seed grows toward the sun.
-
When we act from within,
Not because we should, but because we are,
The distinction between self and world dissolves
Like morning mist in gentle dawn.
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Beautiful action requires no thought,
No weighing of moral consequen... See more
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Beyond Sustainability ā A Meditation on Language.
Words are windows, or theyāre walls.
In their soil, we plant our common future.
In the garden of words, I once planted "sustainable",
A term that grew thorns around tender hearts.
Creating distance when I wished for connection,
Inspiring defense when I longed for openness.
For when I spoke of sustainabili
What if we were the generation who led a Love revolution?What if our destiny was to make togetherness triumph?What if we are bound to be remembered as those who praised the miracle of being alive - not just in words, but in the ways we lived, in how we held one another, and how we held the Earth?What if the only possible destination was ever-pourin... See more
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Time, like the breath, is neither wasted nor spent. It simply is. The idea that we can waste time is rooted in the notion that time is something we own, something to be measured, traded, or lost.
But in truth, time is not ours to keep or give away. It is a river that flows, a stream that carries us, moment by moment, through life.
Our language deepl... See more
But in truth, time is not ours to keep or give away. It is a river that flows, a stream that carries us, moment by moment, through life.
Our language deepl... See more
Tijn Tjoelker on Substack
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountains.
I smile and make no reply.
My heart is free of care.
The peach-tree blooms,
The waters Flow
Into the unknown.
I dwell in a Realm
That is not of Men.
Lao Tzu ā¢ Tao Te Ching | The Essential Translation
The sun declines
From its zenith,
The moon waxes
Only to wane,
Flowers bloom
Only to fade,
The greatest joy
Turns to sorrow.
Lao Tzu ā¢ Tao Te Ching | The Essential Translation
He who binds to himself a Joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
He who kisses the Joy as it flies,
Lives in Eternityās sunrise. 7