Saturday, February 22, 2014

At whose blest sound divine
My soul that in forgetfulness hath lain
   With a new light doth shine
And unto memory plain
   Of its first splendid origin attain.

Up through the fields of air
It wings, till in the highest sphere it dwells
And a new music there
It hears, music that wells
Undying, and all other kinds excels.

-- Luis de Leon (trans. Anon.)
(in Poetry for the Spirit,
edited by Alan Jacobs)

Saturday, February 15, 2014

To strains immortal full of heav'nly fire,
My harp I tune well strung with vocal wire;
Dear to divinity a friend I praise,
Who claims those notes a God alone can raise.

-- Porphyry (trans. Thomas Taylor)
(in Poetry for the Spirit,
edited by Alan Jacobs)

Saturday, February 8, 2014

The best music is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.

-- Bruce Springsteen

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Close the ears that track the outer world
Open the ears of the soul
The song of creation, the unstruck chord,
Is playing in your heart . . .
Listen in.
Meditating on the sound of your own life currents,
Enter the shimmering palace of the Creator.

-- Sutra 91
(The Radiance Sutras,
translated by Lorin Roche)