Saturday, August 28, 2010

Playing the blues was a way of exorcising the specter of random force, turning cosmic uncertainty into a song.

-- Jackson Lears
(in Divine Sparks: Collected Wisdom of the Heart,
edited by Karen Speerstra)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Life has been your art.
You have set yourself to music.
Your days are your sonnets.

-- Oscar Wilde
(in Music: A Book of Quotations,
edited by Herb Galewitz)

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Birdsong brings relief
of my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me!

-- Rumi
(in The Essential Rumi,
translated by Coleman Barks
with John Moyne)

Saturday, August 7, 2010

May the thread of my song be not cut before my life merges in the sea of love.

-- The Rig Veda
(in God Makes the Rivers to Flow,
edited by Eknath Easwaran)