I have been biking to the piers at Sunset Park to read Siddhartha while facing the upper bay of the Hudson River's estuary. I knew that Siddhartha's encounter with the river would be the tale's most moving chapter for me. I wanted to prepare for it by contemplating, as I read, the ebb and flow … Continue reading Siddhartha by the River
I have been pondering, for months, Rumi's poem "Your First Eyes." He speaks of four streams that run inside the lover's soul-heart. I have been wondering what these spiritual currents might be. A lover has four streams inside,of water, wine, honey, and milk.Find those in yourself, and pay no attentionwhat so-and-so says about such and … Continue reading Rumi: Four Streams
Caen las hojas secas sobre el cauce del río vivo. Fotos: Hojas secas flotan en un igapó del río Amazonas, Brasil
Tenho sonhado com entardeceres amazônicos. Tenho visto de novo as imagens do céu enorme da Amazônia; das cores do pôr-do-sol -- amarelos, laranjas, roxos, lilás, vermelhos; das reflexões da luz oblíqua nas águas dos grandes rios arteriais -- o Madeira, o Negro, o Amazonas --, dos pequenos rios cheios de vida -- o Abunã, o … Continue reading Entardeceres amazônicos
San José es una ciudad engarzada en un valle fértil y verde, rodeado de montañas boscosas y volcanes colosales, que sin embargo le dio la espalda a sus ríos. Peor aún, los convirtió en cloacas y botaderos de basura. Es además una urbe que se ha llenado de carros y camiones y se ha vuelto … Continue reading Rutas Naturbanas en San José
