WAKING LIFE - Richard Linklater (2001)

HUM

a luminous gray
hummed with anticipation
gathering the wind

Carole Mathys

MY TRAVELING STAR - James Taylor

Watch my back and light my way 

My traveling star, my traveling star 

Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's day 

Old road dog, young runaway 

They hunger for home but they cannot stay 

They wait by the door 

They stand and they stare 

They're already out of there 

They're already out of there 

My daddy used to ride the rails 

So they say, so they say 

Soft as smoke and as tough as nails 

Boxcar Jones, old walking man 

Coming back home was like going to jail 

The sheets and the blankets and babies and all 

No he never did come back home 

Never that I recall 

Never mind the wind 

Never mind the rain 

Never mind the road leading home again 

Never asking why 

Never knowing when 

Every now and then 

There he goes again 

She had a cat and a dog named Blue 

My traveling star, my traveling star 

A big old stove and a fireplace, too 

Old road dog, young runaway 

She told me she loved me like it was true 

I knew I should stay 

I knew I would go 

Run run run away 

Run run run away, boy 

Run before the wind 

Run before the rain 

Over yonder hill 

Just around the bend 

Never asking why 

Never knowing when 

Every now and then 

There you go again 

Tie me up and hold me down 

Oh, my traveling star 

Bury my feet down in the ground 

Oh, old road dog 

Claim my name from the lost and found 

And let me believe this is where I belong 

Shame on me for sure 

Sing me one more highway song 

My traveling star 

My traveling star

NAWANG KHECHOG, flauta tibetana

EL GRAN JALAVAH

FORMA

Al tañido de la campana
que resuena en la noche silenciosa,
despierto de mi sueño
en este mundo de sueño que es el nuestro
y, mirando el reflejo de la luna en el estanque
veo, más allá de mi forma,
mi verdadera forma.

Kojishei

WHAT IS IT THAT HEARS?

What is this mind?
Who is hearing these sounds?
Do not mistake any state for
self-realization, but continue
to ask yourself even more intensely,
what is it that hears?

Bassui

PRESENT! - Talks of Shunryu Suzuki Roshi

TWO

two rainbows

have risen over
the green paddy field

Shiki

SANYA - Nyoraku, shakuhachi

THINGS

Like a premonition in the fog
Unseen, the murmur of the sea
A seagull flew above and was gone
A foghorn cried hoarse with distance
I shivered in the dampness, the mystery of things.

Pete Sierra

BREATHE - Alexi Murdoch (2006)

In the quiet of the shadow
In the corner of a room
Darkness moves upon you
Like a cloud across the moon

You're a-wearing all the silence
Of a constant that will turn
Like the windmill left deserted
Or the sun forever burn

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe

And all the suffering that you've witnessed
And the hand prints on the wall
They remind you how it's endless
How endlessly you fall

And the answer that you're seeking
For the question that you found
Drives you further to confusion
As you lose your sense of ground

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe

Breathe....

Don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
You know you are here
But you find you want to leave
So don't forget to... breathe

Just breathe...

THOUSANDS OF CANDLES

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.

Sutta Nipata

BUDA EN LA GLORIA

Centro de todos los centros, núcleo de núcleos,

almendra que sobre sí misma se vierte y endulza,
todo esto, hasta las estrellas mismas,
es carne de tu fruto: ¡Salve!

Mira, ya sientes cómo nada se aferra a ti;
tu cáscara es el infinito,
donde el denso jugo brota y fluye.
Y desde fuera la irradiación le ayuda,

pues arriba, a gran distancia, tus soles
pasan girando, plenos e incandescentes.
Pero en ti ya se ha iniciado
lo que a todos los soles sobrevive.

Rilke

LA VIDA DE BUDA - BBC (subtítulos en español)

HAIKU

la luz de Ladakh

la mirada curiosa
tan tibias las dos

E.C.

CACTUS TREE - Joni Mitchell at the BBC (Oct 9, 1970)

There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free

There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear
three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free

There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes, "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free

There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and
a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she's so busy being free
Like a cactus tree
Being free

ZEITGEIST: ADDENDUM - Peter Joseph (2008), subtítulos en español

LABERINTO

No habrá nunca una puerta. Estás dentro
y el alcázar abarca el universo
y no tiene ni anverso ni reverso
ni externo muro ni secreto centro.
No esperes que el rigor de tu camino
que tercamente se bifurca en otro,
tendrá fin. Es de hierro tu destino
como tu juez. No aguardes la embestida
del toro que es un hombre y cuya extraña
forma plural da horror a la maraña
de interminable piedra entretejida.
No existe. Nada esperes. Ni siquiera
en el negro crepúsculo la fiera.

Jorge Luis Borges

WHEN I AM OLD

When I am old I’ll drink whiskey in the morning
And coffee at night
And laugh and spit and swear wherever I want.
When I am old I’ll help Girl Scouts across the street
Even if they don’t want to go
And I won’t have a car
And I won’t have a bike
And I’ll walk everywhere.

When I am old I’ll tell people exactly what I think of them
And surprisingly, most of the time it really will be good stuff.
When I am old I won’t have a TV
And I won’t have a radio
And I won’t have a computer or a clock or a phone in the house.
I won’t read books and I won’t read magazines
And I won’t read newspapers and maybe, finally
I’ll learn something just watching the birds and the weather.

Ray Nargis