The Mad Jester

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.

 Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."

Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)




With constellations in the night sky, some look up
and point. Others can be guided by the arrangements

the Sagittarian bow piercing enemies, the Water Jar
soaking fruit trees, the Bull plowing its truth,

the Lion tearing darkness open to red satin. Use
these words to change. Be kind and honest,

and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you. 

Constellations / Victor Oliveira
© All Rights Reserved by Flickr member Victor Oliveira

 catmaSutra cat art:
My Sweetest Constellation

Speak the greatest truth you know
and let the uneasiness heal...



Unexpected Illusions

the world is never a mechanical thing, 
set in its course and monotonous, 
but rather, it's always expanding 
and pregnant with possibility...

 Don't part with your illusions. 
When they are gone, you may still exist, 
but you have ceased to live.



Cat Tales

 "People are looking for their tales inside themselves. 
Without tales people can’t live their lives.”

“That’s the beginning of the story.
We have rooms in ourselves.
Most of them we have not visited yet....
From time to time we can find the passage.
We find strange things...old phonographs, pictures, books...
they belong to us, but it is the first time we have found them.”

~Haruki Murakami



Imperfect World

"All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world. We don't live with the mechanical precision of a bank account or by measuring all our lines and angles with rulers and protractors."

"Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course."