Ram Dass

7 01 2019

I try to keep my reading material diverse, so I decided it was time again to re-visit “Eastern spirituality”, this time in the form of Ram Dass‘ book, Be Love Now. A reader might be shocked to learn that I didn’t convert after reading one of the latest offerings of from the New Age / Western Hindu guru, though the book wasn’t nearly as awful as I thought it could have been. It turns out that Dass is a leading figure of a core group that congealed around the North Indian thaumaturge, Neem Karoli Baba. This is sort of the most celebrity-driven faction of those interested in Indian spirituality, with seekers as diverse as Steve Jobs and actress Julia Roberts falling under the spell of this figure’s Rama / Hanuman driven-spirituality of “feed everybody / love everybody”. Read the rest of this entry »

To gaze upon beauty is to gaze upon the Divine itself…

30 04 2008

-Pas de deux from Maurice Bejart’s Romeo and Juliet

Hence it always happens that lovers fear and worship in some way the sight of the beloved. Let me even say, although I fear that some of you will blush when you hear these things, that even brave and wise men, I say, have been accustomed to suffer in the presence of the beloved, however inferior. Certainly it is not anything human that frightens them, which breaks them, which seizes them. For a human power is always stronger in braver and wiser men. But that splendor of divinity, shining in the beautiful like a statue of God, compels lovers to marvel, to be afraid, and to worship.

Marsilio Ficino, Commentary on Plato’s Symposium on Love

On Love

28 04 2008

Si me quieres, quiéreme entera,
no por zonas de luz o sombra…
Si me quieres, quiéreme negra
y blanca. Y gris, y verde, y rubia,
y morena…
Quiéreme día,
quiéreme noche…
¡Y madrugada en la ventana abierta!
Si me quieres, no me recortes:
¡Quiéreme toda… O no me quieras!

Dulce María Loynaz


If you love me, love me whole
not by zones of light or shadow…
if you love me, love me black
and white, and gray and green and blond,
and dark…
love me day,
love me night…
and in the morning with the windows open!
If you love me, don’t break me in pieces:
love me whole… or not at all.


27 03 2008


Hence it happens that the passion of a lover is not extinguished by the sight or touch of any body. For he does not desire this or that body, but he admires, desires, and is amazed by the splendor of the celestial majesty shining through bodies. For this reason, lovers do not know what they desire or seek, for they do not know God Himself, whose secret flavor infuses a certain sweet perfume into His works. By which perfume we are excited every day. The odor we certainly smell; the flavor we undoubtedly do not know. Since, therefore, attracted by the manifest perfume, we desire the hidden flavor, we rightly do not know what we are desiring or suffering.

-Marsilio Ficino, Commentary on Plato’s Symposium on Love