my office this morning: science, technology, social media and web, papers, readings, correspondence, spring. and….lovely peonies
“If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn, let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything, give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao, sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display himself, people can see his light.
Because he has nothing to prove, people can trust his words.
Because he doesn’t know who he is, people recognize themselves in him.
Because he has no goal in mind, everything he does succeeds. When the ancient Masters said, “If you want to be given everything, give everything up,”
they weren’t using empty phrases.
Only in being lived by the Tao can you be truly yourself.”
— Lao Tzu
(Source: lazylucid, via journalofanobody)
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George Melly
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I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Couple of days ago during my Paris visit, I was both delighted and excited to find out that Louis Vuitton house is paying homage to handwritten correspondence, a now neglected tradition in an internet society, closely linked to the house’s thematic concept of travel, with a shop devoted to exceptional materials.
Being a writer, researcher, and traveller who respects a good design in a working surrounding and fashion synthesis with technology and art, I liked the current concept at Saint-Germain-des-Prés store with typewriter, piles of paper installations, and LV products.
I took a few snapshots outside the closed store. It was a cold winter evening, and a friend of mine and I took a stroll through St.Germain. Yours truly was captured by a friend, a designer for another fashion house. LV address is 6 place Saint-Germain-des-Prés VIe.
