Only daughter
You got your ticket too soon
Holy water
‘Cause everybody’s getting ruined
They are waiting to see what you do
Too long, waiting
Everybody’s cleared the room

And they’ll dress you up
Stand you in all the right places
Words like honey
They smile as they change your faces
With no regard to you at all
And you find they treat you like a paper doll

And they’ll dress you up for the flight
Like Ophelia, you wave goodnight
With the earth and sky you cheer and sigh
Writhe as all your days go by
And laugh as you die

Sweet softer shoulder, oh sweet sugar safe
Sweet softer shoulder, oh sweet sugar safe

Everybody’s got their own philosophy
And I can’t wait ’til I
Find one coming to me
Oh, the bridge is narrow
You better not look down
‘Cause as soon as you jump over
You won’t find nobody around
Oh, the bridge is narrow
And you’ve got so far to fall
And you know down in dirty water’s
No place for a paper doll

–Rachael Yamagata, “Paper Doll”

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering 5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie, 15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
-T.S. Eliot

“Move within, but not the way that fear makes you move…

Keep walking though there’s no place to get to,
Don’t try to see through the distances – that’s not for human beings to know..”

“Commit yourself to a daily practice,
your loyalty to that is a ring on the door.

Keep knocking
and eventually the joy
that lives inside
will look out to see
who’s there!”
–Rumi

via Integral Options Cafe – also via WH:

Chogyam Trungpa: Meditation practices have nothing to do with the value of the techniques as such, but are based on simplicity as a whole. They (students) shouldn’t regard the technique as magical power at all. I should warn everybody that meditation has no magical power as such, but everybody has to work on themselves. Having used the technique diligently, from that point, people begin to develop. There is simplicity in the technique; they don’t have to strive for it. The technique becomes part of themselves, (the) same as drinking a cup of tea, that becomes very close to it. So the technique should be referred to as part of the daily life situation, rather than medicine or a sedative as such.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
–W.B. Yeats

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand.

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I’ll be here.

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby,
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I’ll do it for you, honey baby,
Can’t you tell?