Saturday, October 29, 2011

You're song,
a wished-for song.

Go through the ear to the center
where sky is, where wind,
where silent knowing.

Put seeds and cover them.
Blades will sprout
where you do your work.

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

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Music, the greatest good that mortals know.
And all of heaven we have below.

-- Joseph Addison
(from A Song for St. Cecilia's Day)

Saturday, October 15, 2011

At different times in our journeys, if we're paying attention and able to create some luck, we get to sing the song we're meant to sing in the perfect key of life. Everything we've ever done and all we're meant to do comes together in harmony with who we are. When that happens, we feel the truest expression of ourselves.

-- Oprah Winfrey
(in "What I Know for Sure,"
O Magazine, November, 2011)

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

-- John Keats
(in The Music-Lover's Birthday Book,
edited by Alden Rockwell Murphy)

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The singer stands at the center of sound,
of motion,
of life.

-- M. Scott Momaday
(in Divine Sparks,
edited by Karen Speerstra)