Tag Archives: John Biscello

Breaking the Mold

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

“All that matters now is the ‘deep inner serenity for the sake of creation.’ Though whether I shall ever ‘create’ is something I can’t really tell. But I do believe that it is possible to create, even without ever writing … Continue reading →

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Small World Stuff

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

“So let this be the aim of the meditation: to turn one’s innermost being into a vast, empty plain, with none of the treacherous undergrowth to impede the view. So that something of ‘God’ can enter you, and something of … Continue reading →

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Night and Day

Posted on November 26, 2020 by John Biscello

In the fasting age of the world’s lengthy night, hunger for reclamation projects, and restoration of citing visions long overdue– all is stilled to know the suture of light, moving quietly across tenderest stitches, upon which symmetry is duly derived … Continue reading →

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Choir

Posted on November 26, 2020 by John Biscello

“… even in the darkest times we have a right to expect some illumination . . . This may well come less from theories and concepts than from the uncertain, flickering, and often weak light that some men and women, … Continue reading →

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Archetypally Yours

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“I felt right at home in this mythical realm made up not with individuals so much as archetypes, vividly drawn archetypes of humanity, metaphysical in shape, each rugged soul filled with natural knowing and inner wisdom. Each demanding a degree … Continue reading →

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One Moment

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“In waking life, when all is well and cares fall away, when the intellect is silenced and we slip into reverie, do we not surrender blissfully to the eternal flux, float ecstatically on the still current of life? We have … Continue reading →

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Cinemagical

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that … Continue reading →

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Before the Big Bang Makes A Sound

Posted on November 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Listen closely. You will hear the rhythmical jazz of a leaky faucet. The creaking floorboards in the attic of memory. The sound of a heart crunching beneath the weight of a life, and then again, that heart’s resilient rising announced … Continue reading →

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Firewalk

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

 “What an abyss of uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself, when it, the seeker, is at the same time the dark region through which it must go seeking.” – Marcel Proust Here then, tired wanderer, lay down your … Continue reading →

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Odysseus and You

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

“This transformation is what all artists seek: to become like mythic heroes—Prometheus, Achilles, Odysseus, Aclestis, Athena—so that we mortals can see our fates reflected in their journeys as we do in the journeys described in ancient myths.” – Erica Jong … Continue reading →

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