illumination

“I’m trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan doesn’t illuminate you, although it has factually correct entries, millions of them. But these rare moments of illumination that you find when you read a great poem, you instantly know. You instantly feel this spark of illumination. You are almost stepping outside of yourself and you see something sublime.”

WERNER HERZOG

Photo: BeJamin

Categories: art, hawaii, water, words
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this is what you shall do

 “…dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

WALT WHITMAN

Photos: Mary Lennox

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awake

Awake Awhile

It does not have to be
Forever,
Right Now.

One Step upon the Sky’s soft skirt
Would be enough.

Hafiz,
Awake awhile
Just one True moment of Love
Will last for days.

Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics
for Knowing Him,
For they are all just frozen spring buds
Far,
So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.

Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe.

Say,
“Love,
Give me back my wings,
Lift me,
Lift me nearer.”

Say to the sun and the moon,
Say to our dear Friend,

“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised!”

HAFIZ

Photo: Ryan Brabazon

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mother

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I carry an “M” in my mother’s handwriting on my inner arm. The first of many influential M’s in my life, my Mother, Mary. There’s also my grandmother, my goddaughter, my dog and my lover, but it’s the first M who gave me life and has truly been the greatest gift in my life. When I see it, I feel stronger. It also heartens me to think that inside of us, there are generations of mothers whose names we don’t know who brought us to this place.

I thought my mom would be mad when she saw it for the first time. Instead, she hugged me. If you ever need a tattoo artist in Hawaii, I recommend my friend Steven–he’s the only person I trust to permanently mark my body.

Poem: Nayyirah Waheed

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matter

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You may not believe in magic
But don’t you think it’s strange
The amount of matter in our universe
Has never slightly changed.
That all which makes your body
Was once part of something more
And every breath you ever breathe
Has seen it all before.
There are countless scores of beauty
In all the things that you despise
It could once have been a shooting star
That now makes up your thighs.
And atoms of forgotten life
Who’ve long since ceased to roam
May now have the great honour
To call your crooked smile their home.
You may not believe in magic
But I thought that you should know
The makings of your heart were born
Fourteen billion years ago.
So the next time you feel lonely
When this world makes you feel small
Just remember that it’s part of you
And you’re part of it all.

ERIN HANSON

Photo: Max Wanger

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