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Inscription over Carl Jung's doorway
at Bolligen Tower:

"Vocatus atque non vocatus deus adept,"
which means,

"Bidden or not bidden, the god will be present" 


November 12, 2018

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Oblivion

A bird in a secluded grove sings like a flute
Willows sway gracefully with their golden threads.
The mountain valley grows the quieter as the clouds return.
A breeze brings along the fragrance of the apricot flowers.
For a whole day I have sat here encompassed by peace,
Till my mind is cleansed in and out of all cares and idle thoughts.
I wish to tell you how I feel, but words fail me.
If you come to this grove, we can compare notes.

Ch'an master Fa-yen (法眼 Hõgen) (The Golden Age of Zen)









October 21, 2018


"Dream Mountains" by Marie Bortolotto 2018



by rivers, then by mountains,
I find my way home;
when last here,
I had no thought or care
for rivers or for mountains.

- Michael McClintock, Tanka poetry



"I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids, 
this is my breath, my life".

- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka), 
inspiring Polish Alpinist b. 1947



Every move is a creation,
Maintaining the delicate balance is a creation,
The line is a creation,
Survival is a creation,
Freedom is a creation. 

- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka),
Polish Alpinist



I see one single suitable role for my life’s work: 
for it to be a gift to others. 

- Voytek Kurtyka (Wojciech Kurtyka),
Polish Alpinist





October 19, 2018

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When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.

- William Stafford, American poet (1914 - 1993)





August 28, 2018













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"You breathe it in the summer air,
You see it in the green wild woods,
It nestles in the first spring buds.

it is poetry, poetry everywhere—
It nestles in the violets fair,
It peeps out in the first spring grass—
Things without poetry are very scarce."

-Anonymous

August 15, 2018

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July 18, 2018

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Overcome with pity for this world,
My tears obscure my sight;
I wonder, can it be the moon
Whose melancholy light
Has saddened me to-night?

Saigyo Hoshi, Japanese Monk, and Poet, A.D. 1115-1188

July 14, 2018

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"I think I am probably in love with silence,
that other world.
And that I write, in some way
to negotiate seriously with it.

...because there is, of course
always the desire, the hope,
that they are not two separate worlds,
sound and silence, but that they become each other,
that only our hearing fails.

Jodie Graham (1950- ) American Poet, from Some Notes on Silence





June 19, 2018

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red ink
bleeding
through white paper
what's more indelible
than impermanence

- Marie Bortolotto Tanka 2018

"My activities have never had anything
to do with the idea of becoming famous
or achieving success. I have always been
concerned with getting people to listen to
me. In everything I do ... my aim is to
make people listen. I want to communicate
the things that I love and in which I believe,
because I think that people can derive a
general benefit from them. What I really
want is success in a philosophical sense:
I want people to grasp something of the
ideas and hopes which I express in painting.”


- Antoni Tapies 1923 - 2012, Spanish Painter











































April 24, 2018

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our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
it is like a boat
rowing out at break day
leaving not a trace behind

- Somi Mansei C. 720, Japanese Buddhist priest and poet

April 19, 2018

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