Tuesday, July 9, 2019

On Justice & Injustice - Plato, Republic ..


"But most extraordinary of all is their mode of speaking about virtue and the gods: they say that the gods apportion calamity and misery to many good men, and good and happiness to the wicked."

Once more, Socrates, I will ask you to consider another way of speaking about justice and injustice, which is not confined to the poets, but is found in prose writers. The universal voice of mankind is always declaring that justice and virtue are honourable, but grievous and toilsome; and that the pleasures of vice and injustice are easy of attainment, and are only censured by law and opinion. They say also that honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty; and they are quite ready to call wicked men happy, and to honour them both in public and private when they are rich or in any other way influential, while they despise and overlook those who may be weak and poor, even though acknowledging them to be better than the others. But most extraordinary of all is their mode of speaking about virtue and the gods: they say that the gods apportion calamity and misery to many good men, and good and happiness to the wicked. And mendicant prophets go to rich men's doors and persuade them that they have a power committed to them by the gods of making an atonement for a man's own or his ancestor's sins by sacrifices or charms, with rejoicings and feasts; and they promise to harm an enemy, whether just or unjust, at a small cost; with magic arts and incantations binding heaven, as they say, to execute their will. And the poets are the authorities to whom they appeal, now smoothing the path of vice with the words of Hesiod; --



Sunday, July 7, 2019

Clouds ...



Clouds come floating into my life, 

no longer to carry rain or usher storm, 
but to add color to my sunset sky.

- Tagore -




I searched for God - Rumi -





I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.
I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.
I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.
With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.
Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.
Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.
I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.
Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.”

- Jalal-al-Din Rumi -





Saturday, July 6, 2019

Quatrains (9) , Smile - Rumi-



Quatrains (9) , Smile.
- Rumi-


When this beauty smiles, your hands start to clap.

When she offers the cup, your toes start to tap.
And when, from behind her veil, an eyebrow peaks out,
Angels play that rainbow and your fingers snap.

*

Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.
Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.
Curse again, your words caress my heart
Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.
*
With a smile biting those two ruby lips,
How beautifully, idol, you've come to life!
Stealing my heart that day was not enough;
Today you're back, intent upon my life.
*
Do you smile at the garden's kindness, my flower?
Do you smile at the nightingales' love spell?
Or do you smile for your love's eyes alone,
And smile at what you've left him of your own?

**

You have your Lebanon and I have mine. - Gibran -




You have your Lebanon and 
I have mine.

You have your Lebanon with her problems, and 
I have my Lebanon with her beauty.

You have your Lebanon with all her prejudices and struggles, and 
I have my Lebanon with all her dreams and securities.

Your Lebanon is a political knot, a national dilemma, a place of conflict and deception.

My Lebanon is a place of beauty and dreams of enchanting valleys and splendid mountains.








Beyond -Rumi-



Beyond
-Rumi-

There is a place where words are born of silence.
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.
There is a place where voices sing your beauty. 
A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. 

In the heavens I see your eyes. In your eyes, I see the heavens. 
Why look for another Moon?
Or another Sun?
What I see will always be enough for me.



The Four Desires Driving All Human Behavior. -Bertrand Russell -


The Four Desires Driving All Human Behavior :

Acquisitiveness, Rivalry, Vanity, and Love of Power 
-Bertrand Russell -


“Nothing in the world is more exciting than a moment of sudden discovery or invention, and many more people are capable of experiencing such moments than is sometimes thought.”


**

All human activity is prompted by desire. There is a wholly fallacious theory advanced by some earnest moralists to the effect that it is possible to resist desire in the interests of duty and moral principle. I say this is fallacious, not because no man ever acts from a sense of duty, but because duty has no hold on him unless he desires to be dutiful. If you wish to know what men will do, you must know not only, or principally, their material circumstances, but rather the whole system of their desires with their relative strengths.

[…]

Man differs from other animals in one very important respect, and that is that he has some desires which are, so to speak, infinite, which can never be fully gratified, and which would keep him restless even in Paradise. The boa constrictor, when he has had an adequate meal, goes to sleep, and does not wake until he needs another meal. Human beings, for the most part, are not like this.

[...]

Acquisitiveness
— the wish to possess as much as possible of goods, or the title to goods — is a motive which, I suppose, has its origin in a combination of fear with the desire for necessaries. I once befriended two little girls from Estonia, who had narrowly escaped death from starvation in a famine. They lived in my family, and of course had plenty to eat. But they spent all their leisure visiting neighbouring farms and stealing potatoes, which they hoarded. Rockefeller, who in his infancy had experienced great poverty, spent his adult life in a similar manner.

[…]

However much you may acquire, you will always wish to acquire more; satiety is a dream which will always elude you.

*

The world would be a happier place than it is if acquisitiveness were always stronger than rivalry. But in fact, a great many men will cheerfully face impoverishment if they can thereby secure complete ruin for their rivals. Hence the present level of taxation.
*

Vanity
is a motive of immense potency. Anyone who has much to do with children knows how they are constantly performing some antic, and saying “Look at me.” “Look at me” is one of the most fundamental desires of the human heart. It can take innumerable forms, from buffoonery to the pursuit of posthumous fame.

[…]

It is scarcely possible to exaggerate the influence of vanity throughout the range of human life, from the child of three to the potentate at whose frown the world trembles.

*
Love of power is closely akin to vanity, but it is not by any means the same thing. What vanity needs for its satisfaction is glory, and it is easy to have glory without power… Many people prefer glory to power, but on the whole these people have less effect upon the course of events than those who prefer power to glory… Power, like vanity, is insatiable. Nothing short of omnipotence could satisfy it completely. And as it is especially the vice of energetic men, the causal efficacy of love of power is out of all proportion to its frequency. It is, indeed, by far the strongest motive in the lives of important men.

[…]

Love of power is greatly increased by the experience of power, and this applies to petty power as well as to that of potentates.

*
In any autocratic regime, the holders of power become increasingly tyrannical with experience of the delights that power can afford. Since power over human beings is shown in making them do what they would rather not do, the man who is actuated by love of power is more apt to inflict pain than to permit pleasure.

[...]

It would be a complete mistake to decry love of power altogether as a motive. Whether you will be led by this motive to actions which are useful, or to actions which are pernicious, depends upon the social system, and upon your capacities. If your capacities are theoretical or technical, you will contribute to knowledge or technique, and, as a rule, your activity will be useful. If you are a politician you may be actuated by love of power, but as a rule this motive will join itself on to the desire to see some state of affairs realized which, for some reason, you prefer to the status quo.

[...]

Human beings show their superiority to the brutes by their capacity for boredom, though I have sometimes thought, in examining the apes at the zoo, that they, perhaps, have the rudiments of this tiresome emotion. However that may be, experience shows that escape from boredom is one of the really powerful desires of almost all human beings.
[...]

Our mental make-up is suited to a life of very severe physical labor. I used, when I was younger, to take my holidays walking. I would cover twenty-five miles a day, and when the evening came I had no need of anything to keep me from boredom, since the delight of sitting amply sufficed. But modern life cannot be conducted on these physically strenuous principles. A great deal of work is sedentary, and most manual work exercises only a few specialized muscles. When crowds assemble in Trafalgar Square to cheer to the echo an announcement that the government has decided to have them killed, they would not do so if they had all walked twenty-five miles that day. This cure for bellicosity is, however, impracticable, and if the human race is to survive — a thing which is, perhaps, undesirable — other means must be found for securing an innocent outlet for the unused physical energy that produces love of excitement… I have never heard of a war that proceeded from dance halls.

[…]

Civilized life has grown altogether too tame, and, if it is to be stable, it must provide harmless outlets for the impulses which our remote ancestors satisfied in hunting… I think every big town should contain artificial waterfalls that people could descend in very fragile canoes, and they should contain bathing pools full of mechanical sharks. Any person found advocating a preventive war should be condemned to two hours a day with these ingenious monsters. More seriously, pains should be taken to provide constructive outlets for the love of excitement. Nothing in the world is more exciting than a moment of sudden discovery or invention, and many more people are capable of experiencing such moments than is sometimes thought.


Thursday, July 4, 2019

A Lover's Call - Khalil Gibran -


A Lover's Call
- Khalil Gibran -

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little 
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you 
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? 

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of 
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon 
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice? 

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge, 
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom? 
......

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the 
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and 
Filling their hands with your bounty? 

You are God's spirit everywhere; 
You are stronger than the ages. 

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of 
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love 
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed? 

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the 
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs 
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury? 

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands 
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if 
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves? 

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell, 
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips? 
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love 
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter! 

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh, 
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man. 

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world, 
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there 
It shall perpetuate until again we meet. 

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me, 
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said, 
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose, 
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent. 

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of 
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God. 

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate; 
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower 
The cup of the sweetness of life. 
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my 
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding." 

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in 
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey 
To you my heart's every beat and affection. 

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image 
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his 
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past. 

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty 
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses. 

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping 
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? 
Do you know the greatness of my patience? 

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying 
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any 
Secret communication between angels that will carry to 
You my complaint? 

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life 
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me. 

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me! 
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me! 

Where are you, me beloved? 
Oh, how great is Love! 
And how little am I! 

Khalil Gibran


Quatrains (8) , Sadness - Rumi-

Sadness by Gibran.

Quatrains (8) , Sadness
- Rumi-


Even if the whole world were gripped by sadness
He would not be sad who holds love firm in hand.
And if love makes him dance, even a little,
There are worlds and worlds within that little land.
*
What is sadness, that settles like dust
On hearts that are bitter and burdened?
The heart that holds God holds an ocean
Whose joyous waves make the earth turn.
*
May grief and sadness come to the unfaithful heart,
And in this world may betrayal play a smaller part.
Sadness is the only friend who stays with me, still true,
And for that, loyal sadness, a thousand thanks to you.
*
Sadness to me is the happiest time,
When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind.
Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth,
The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

**


Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Quatrains (7) , Passion - Rumi-

A Portrait - Gibran -


Quatrains (7) , Passion 
- Rumi-


What can I do, my love? I'm in love with your face. 
Your beautiful eyes make me shy, what can I do? 
Each and every moment, passion rises, peaks, flows, 
And I haven't a clue about what to do, God knows. 
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six. 
What teacher taught you, that you're such an expert? 
You're so deep a source of goodness, so kind 
That you've set the world free a thousand times. 
Any thief of a kiss can have your lips free; 
When it's my turn you set a high price. 
Any crime you forgive without real cause; 
But mine?--you cry for the harshest of laws. 
Remembering your lips, I kiss the ruby on my ring; 
One I cannot reach, I kiss the one I can. 
My hand can't touch your distant sky, 
And so I bow full low and kiss the land. 
My heart wanted only a kiss from you; 
The price you asked for that kiss was my soul. 
Heart jumped in the deep and flowed alongside soul, 
Advising, 'Close the deal. The price is cheap.' 
With a smile biting those two ruby lips, 
How beautifully, idol, you've come to life! 
Stealing my heart that day was not enough; 
Today you're back, intent upon my life. 

**

Keats


In a letter postmarked #OTD 1819 Keats writes to Fanny Brawne :

"I almost wish we were butterflies and 
liv'd but three summer days… 
Three such days with you 
I could fill with more delight 
than fifty common years could ever contain"
*
For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: 
I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.

**




Monday, July 1, 2019

Where are we? – Rumi -

L'Automne - Gibran -

Where are we?
- Rumi -


An invisible bird flies over,
but casts a quick shadow.

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.

A man sleeps heavily,
though something blazes in him like the sun,
like a magnificent fringe sewn up under the hem.
He turns under the covers.

Any image is a lie:
A clear red stone tastes sweet.

You kiss a beautiful mouth, and a key
turns in the lock of your fear.

A spoken sentence sharpens to a fine edge.

A mother dove looks for her nest,
asking where, ku? Where, ku?

Where the lion lies down.
Where any man or woman goes to cry.
Where the sick go when they hope to get well.

Where a wind lifts that helps with winnowing.
and, the same moment, send a ship on its way.

Where anyone says Only God is Real.
Ya Hu! Where beyond where.

A bright weaver’s shuttle flashes back and forth,
east-west. Where are we? Ma ku? Maku.

like the sun saying Where are we?

as it weaves with the asking.

(The Reed Flute’s Song by Jalaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, The Essential Rumi)


Love Song - Denise Levertov -


Love Song
by Denise Levertov
Paris Review Issue no. 27 (Winter–Spring 1962)

Your beauty, which I lost sight of once
for a long time, is long,
not symmetrical, and wears
the earth colors that make me see it.

A long beauty, what is that?
A song
that can be sung over and over,
long notes or long bones.

Love is a landscape the long mountains
define but don’t
shut off from the
unseeable distance.

In fall, in fall,
your trees stretch
their long arms in sleeves
of earth-red and

sky-yellow, a little
lop-sided. I take
long walks among them. The grapes
that need frost to ripen them

are amber and grow deep in the
hedge, half-concealed,
the way your beauty grows in long tendrils
half in darkness.


Footpaths ....