There comes a day
Somewhere in the middle of every woman’s life
when Mother Nature herself stands behind us
wrapping her arms around our shoulders
whispering, “It’s time”
You have taken enough now
It’s time to stop growing up
stop growing older and start growing wiser – and wilder
There are adventures still waiting on you
and this time, you will enjoy them with the vision of wisdom
And the companionship of hindsight
And you will really let go
It is time to stop the madness of comparison
The unending scheduling
And start experiencing the joys
That a life
Free of containment and guilt
Can offer you
She will shake your shoulders gently
And remind you that you’ve done your bit
You’ve given a lot
Cared a lot
And you have suffered a lot
You have bought the book
And worn the t-shirt
And you have worn the chains
And carried the weight of a burden
far too heavy for your sweet, divine shoulders
“It is time” she will say
Let it go
Really let it go
And feel the freedom of the fresh, clean spaces within you
Fill them with discovery, love and laughter
Fill yourself so full you will no longer fear what is ahead
And instead you will greet each day with a cell-bounding “Yes”
She will remind you
That if you choose to listen
to the opinion of yourself
Above all other opinions
You will experience a new era of your life
You never dreamed possible.
“It is time”, she will say…
To write the ending
Or new beginning
Of your own story.
Waiting to Go On
…It must be
we are waiting
for the perfect moment.
It must be
under all the struggle
we want to go on.
It must be,
we are creatures
for when we are needed.
It must be that waiting
for the listening ear
or the appreciative word,
for the right
woman or the right man
or the right moment
just to ourselves,
we are getting ready
just to be ready
and nothing else.
Like this moment
just before the guests arrive
by the window
in the kitchen
sensing a deep
in every blessed thing.
to meet us too.
Just on the other
side of the door
is about to knock
and our life
about to change
after all these
to go on.
That Lives in Us
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear- to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be so happy.
Live Slow Enough
Live slow enough and there is only the beginning of time.
Follow anything in its act of being- a snowflake falling, ice melting, a loved one waking- and we are ushered into the ongoing moment of the beginning, the quiet instant from which each breath starts. What makes this moment so crucial is that it continually releases the freshness of living. The key to finding this moment and all its freshness, again and again, is in slowing down.
Often, when we are inconvenienced, we are being asked to slow down. When we are delayed in our travel or waiting for a check in a restaurant, we are being asked to open up and look around. When we find ourselves stalled in our very serious and ambitious plans, we are often being asked to re-find the beginning of time. Unfortunately, we are all so high-paced, running so fast to where we want to be, that many of us are forced to slow down through illness or breakage. In this, we are such funny creatures. If we could see ourselves from far enough away, we would seem like a colony of insects running into things repeatedly: thousands of little determined beings butting into obstacles, shaking our little heads and bodies, and running into things again.
Like the Earth that carries us, the ground of our being moves so slowly we take it for granted. But if you should feel stalled, numb, or exhausted from the trials of your life, simply slow your thoughts to the pace of cracks widening, slow your heart to the pace of the earth soaking up rain, and wait for the freshness of the beginning to greet you.
~ Mark Nepo
One Day the Goddess sang to her lover Bhairava,
Beloved and radiant Lord of peace before birth,
Revealer of essence,
Slayer of the ignorance that binds us,
You, who in play have created this universe
and permeated all forms in it with never-ending truth.
I have been wondering....
I have been listening to the songs of creation,
I have heard the sacred sutras being sung,
and yet still I am curious.
What is this delight-filled universe
into which we find ourselves born?
What is this mysterious awareness shimmering everywhere within it?
What are these instinctive energies
that undulate through our bodies,
moving us into action?
And this "matter" out of which our forms are made-
What are these dancing particles of condensed radiance,
Are they an illusionist's projection?
What is this power we call Life,
appearing as the play of less and breath?
How may I know this mystery and enter it more deeply?
Beloved, my attention is ensnared by a myriad of forms,
the innumerable individual entities everywhere.
lead me into the wholeness beyond all these parts.
You, who hold the mysteries in your hand-
of will, knowledge and action,
Reveal to me the path of illumined knowing.
Lead me into joyous union
with the life of the universe.
teach me that I may know it fully,
realize it deeply,
and breath in the truth of it.
The Presence of God
I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.
Consider how the sun continually lights our daily world, yet we cannot see light except in what it touches. Though the sun burns constantly and holds everything living within its pull, though it sends its power across millions of miles, it is unseen for all that way, until it hits a simple blade of grass or makes the web of a spider a golden patch of lace.
In the same way, the presence of God powerfully moves between us unseen, only visible in the brief moments we are lighted, in those enlivened moments we know as love.
For just as we can look at that spider web and never see its beauty until it reveals itself in sudden light, we can look upon the nearest face , again and again, never seeing the beauty in each other, until one or both of us is revealed. Spirits show themselves in just this way, or rather, our gentleness of heart allows us to see and be seen.
It makes our search for love a humble one. For what is there to do but grow in the open and wait.
Inside and Far Beyond You
The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall - and the way forward
always in the end, the way that you came, the way
that you followed, the way that carried you into your future,
that brought you to this place, no matter that
it sometimes had to take your promise from you,
no matter that it always had to break your heart
along the way: the sense of having walked
from far inside yourself out into the revelation,
to have risked yourself for something that seemed
to stand both inside you and far beyond you,
and that called you back in the end
to the only road you could follow...
Excerpt from “Santiago”
From PILGRIM: Poems by David Whyte
You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you'll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Whole love. Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of messing up.
You didn't come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again in remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn't need any other adjectives.
It doesn't require the conditions to be perfect.
It only asks that you stay present and feel fully.
That you sine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as you.
The miracle had come simply
from allowing yourself to know
that you had found it, that this time
someone walking out into the clear air
from far inside you had decided not to walk
past it any more; the miracle had come
at the roadside in the kneeling to drink
and the prayer you said, and the tears you shed
and the memory you held and the realization
that in this silence you no longer had to keep
your eyes and ears averted from the place
that could save you, that you had been given
the strength to let go of the thirsty dust laden
pilgrim-self that brought you here, walking
with her bent back, her bowed head
and her careful explanations…
Let the birds take your clothes
Let the waves undo your holding back
Let the vines unravel your tired mind
And the earth savour your sweat and tears.
Let your stories burn off like rising mist,
As your past and the false floors of curbed self love
Dissolve into butterfly wings and fire flies
As your edges blur and your cosmic self ignites.
Let the trees bathe your breath
Let the meadows embrace you
Let the mountains and the bees remind you
Let the sky flood in and allow the clouds to guide you.
Let your undoing be as total
As your becoming is beautiful –
And when the living world has climbed inside
Enough for you to feel four legs, scales and wings.
May you finally know yourself alive as all things –
Indivisible and responsible
Reborn into wholeness
Natural, Sacred and Wild
Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books.
Do not believe anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
But after observation, practice, and embodiment, when you find that anything that is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then, and only then, accept it and live up to it.
~Swami Dayananda Saraswati
Sweet girl, you’re safe.
Its okay to feel what you feel. I love you for who you are. Exactly as you are.
I will never leave you. I will always be here for you. To hold you and cheer you on.
There’s nothing you could ever do that would cause me to close my heart to you.
But, please, don’t overlook me. Stop doubting me.
Don’t forget that I’m RIGHT HERE . Don’t fall asleep to the strength that I can give you, or the power of my love to heal any and everything.
Please call on me. Let me help you! You don’t need to figure it out all by yourself. You know that when you do, you get all tangled up in your thoughts and strangled by your fears.
Lean into me. Open to me. Call to me. I can’t show you your next steps if you don’t ask me to show them to you.
Darling girl, I miss you. I want to help you shine your most magnificent light, as a blessing for this world.
You’re precious and worthy of all the love and joy your heart can hold, and so much more.
When you forget that, it means you’ve also forgotten me.
Please let me be close to you. Please let us be ONE.
With all of my love,
- Sara Avant Stover
Salutation to the Dawn
Look to this day! For it is life,
The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the verities
And realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendor of beauty,
For yesterdays but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today well lived
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day!
Such is the Salutation to the Dawn.
With That Moon Language
Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, What every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in
And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star
Both intimate and ultimate,
And you will be heart-shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper
Oh let me, for a while longer, enter the two
Beautiful bodies of your lungs...
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for your eyes.
It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of a single heart.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life- just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
- Mary Oliver
We have come to Be Danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly of the Sacred, Sensual Animal dance. The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box Dance. The holding the precious moment in the palms of our hands and feet Dance.
We have come to Be Danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance. The Blow the chip off our shoulder Dance. The slap the apology from our posture Dance. We have come to Be Danced. Not the monkey see, monkey do dance. One two Dance like you. One two three, Dance like me Dance.
But the grave robber, tomb stalker ttearing scabs and scars open Dance.
The rub the Rhythm Raw against our Soul Dance
We have come to Be Danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, Voodoo Mama, Shaman Shakin’ Ancient Bones Dance
The strip us from our casings, Return our Wings & Sharpen our Claws and Tongues Dance
The Shed Dead Cells and slip intoThe Luminous Skin of Love Dance.
We have Come to BeDanced.
Not the hold our breath wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance. But the Meeting of the Trinity, the Body Breath and Beat Dance. The Shout Hallelujah from the top of our Thighs Dance. The Mother may I? Yes you may take 10 giant Leaps Dance. The olly olly oxen free free free DanceThe everyone can come to our Heaven Dance. We have come to Be Danced. Where the Kingdom’s Collide -- In the Cathedral of Flesh to Burn Back into the Light
To unravel, to Play, to Fly, to Pray.
To root in skin sanctuary.
We have come to Be Danced.
We Have Come.
~ Jewel Matheison
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver
Part Two, Sonnet
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent Earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke
We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank into our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
And put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we’ve always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again.
~ Amara Bronwin Hollow Bones – excerpt from We’Moon 2012
We do not become writers,
We came as such.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not learn to love in this sense.
We came as Love.
We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Time to go into the dark
Where the night has eyes
To recognize its own.
There you can be sure
You are not beyond Love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
Further than you can see.
Put down the weight of your aloneness
and ease into the conversation.
The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink
the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness
and seen the good in you at last.
All the birds and creatures of the world
are unutterably themselves.
Everything is waiting for you
It doesn't interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know if you belong -- or feel abandoned;
If you know despair
Or can see it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need to change you;
If you can look back with firm eyes
Saying "this is where I stand."
I want to know if you know how to melt
Into that fierce heat of living
Falling toward the center of your longing.
I want to know if you are willing
To live day by day
With the consequence of love
And the bitter unwanted passion
Of your sure defeat.
I have been told
In that fierce embrace
Even the gods
Speak of God.
~ David Whyte
We have bigger houses but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness;
we've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
we built more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
we have become long on quantity, but short on quality.
these are times of fast foods but slow digestion;
tall man, but short character;
steep profits but shallow relationships.
it's a time when there is much in the window,
but nothing in the room.
~ his holiness the 14th dalai lama
For a dancer or athlete,
result in movement through space;
for a yogi,
these impulses move instead
along internal lines of force,
reverberating within and
constantly renewing the container of the asana.
When we witness a yoga practitioner
skilled in this dynamic internal dance,
we sense a body in continuous,
Too often, students interpret and practice asana as rigid stance, perhaps because our images of asanas
come from photographs, or
because some instructors teach asanas
as static sculptures.
But if we rely on such guides,
we may strive to obtain the external appearance of
an asana without ever gaining
the true internal
experience of it."
~ d.farhi ~
The wind and I could come by and carry
you the last part of your journey,
if you became light enough,
by just letting go of a few more things
you are clinging to...
that still believe in gravity.
~from a year with Hafiz
I was a speck of dust measured in molecules
Now I am a rising mountain peak, snow-capped
I was forgotten like coffee grains in an empty pot
Now I am a surging light leading a multitude
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart
Now I am alive with the ore of word pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
~ Rumi, as translated by Fatemeh Kavandi ~
Just give me this:
A rinsing out, a cleansing free
Of all my smaller strivings
So I can be the class act God intended,
True to my purpose,
All my energy aligned behind my deepest intention.
And just this:
A quieting down,
A clearing away of internal ruckus,
So I can hear the huge stillness in my heart
How I pulse with all creation,
Part and parcel of Your great singing ocean.
And this too:
A willingness to notice and forgive the myriad times
I fall short,
Forgetting who I am,
What I really belong to.
So I can start over,
Fresh and clean,
Like sweet sheets billowing in the summer sun,
My heart pierced with gratitude.
~ Belleruth Naparstek
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
Except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
Confinement of your aloneness to learn
Anything or anyone
That does not bring you alive
Is too small for you.
~ David Whyte
May we reveal our abundance without shame.
May we peel back our sleeping wintery layers
Like snakeskins, like the silk chrysalis,
Like clothing cast off during love.
May we unravel with abandon like lover’s knots
Before knitting ourselves back to the heart.
May we settle into our own rhythms as tides do—
Within the borders of the moon’s calling…
May the milky fingers of the moon
Reach down nightly to cherish and unveil us.
May we turn our bodies generously in its light
Like tranquil fish glinting underwater.
Like precious stones….
~ Lisa Colt
Put the palms your hands together
Close to your body, thumbs touching your chest
Then bow your head to the tree
Whose body bears these words.
In the deep pool under the cedar
A salmon rises to a mayfly and ripples spread
In widening O’s like the years
Etched into heartwood as it grows.
What have the years written into your body?
What patterns emerged as you passed through fire?
Put your palms together, lifeline to lifeline.
Bow your heard to the history you bear.
~ Judith Barrington
My body, you are an animal
Whose appropriate behavior
Is concentration and discipline.
An effort of an athlete, a saint, and of a yogi.
You may become for me
Through which I will leave myself and a gate
Through which I will enter myself.
A plumb line to the center of the earth
And a cosmic ship to Jupiter.
My body, you are an animal
For whom ambition is right
Splendid possibilities are open to us.
Still the body
Still the mind
Still the voice inside
Feel the stillness Move
You keep waiting for something to happen,
the thing that lifts you out of yourself,
catapults you into doing all the things you’ve put off
the great things you’re meant to do in your life,
but somehow never quite get to.
You keep waiting for the planets to shift
the new moon to bring news,
the universe to align, something to give.
Meanwhile, the piles of papers, the laundry, the dishes, the job—
it all stacks up while you keep hoping
for some miracle to blast down upon you,
scattering the piles to the winds.
Sometimes you lie in bed, terrified of your life.
Sometimes you laugh at the privilege of waking.
But all the while, life goes on it its messy way.
And then you turn forty. Or fifty. Or sixty…
and some part of you realizes you are not alone
and you find signs of this in the animal kingdom –
when a snake sheds its skin its eyes glaze over,
it slinks under a rock, not wanting to be touched,
and when caterpillar turns to butterfly
if the pupa is brushed, it will die—
and when the bird taps its beak hungrily against the egg
It’s because the thing is too small, too small,
and it needs to break out.
And midlife walks you into that wisdom
that this is what transformation looks like—
the mess of it, the tapping at the walls of your life,
the yearning and writhing and pushing,
until one day, one day
you emerge from the wreck
embracing both the immense dawn
and the dusk of the body,
just as you are.
~ Leza Lowitz
I wish you deep tunnels without fear.
I wish you children's laughter.
I wish you moonlit crisp skies.
I wish you real eyes.
I wish you tears, i wish you clean.
I wish you angels in conference around your bed, holding you.
I wish you abalone dreams.
I wish you peace.
I wish you doves in your kitchen.
Moonlight in your bathroom.
Candles when your eyes close and dawn when they open.
I wish you so many arms across your shoulders.
So many mouths kissing your ears that you smile from the inconvenience.
I wish you water, oh i wish you water
Through your feet flowing like a stream.
And I wish you hammocks, and melon on your eyelids.
Strawberries in your mouth, and fingers,held in your own hand all day.
~ Ruth Foreman
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
May I be the doctor and the medicine
And may I be the nurse
For all sick beings in the world
Until everyone is healed.
May a rain of food and drink descend
To clear away the pain of thrist and hunger
And during the con of famine
May I myself turn into food and drink.
May I become an inexhaustible treasure
For those who are poor and destitute;
May I turn into all things they could need
And may these items be placed close to them.
May all who say bad things to me
Or cause me any other harm,
And those who mock and insult me,
Have the fortune to fully awaken.
May I be a protector for those who seek one
And a lamp for those desiring light;
May I be a bed for all who wish to rest
And a slave for all who want a slave.
May I be a wishing jewel, a magic vase,
Powerful mantras, and great medicine;
May I become a wish-fulfilling tree
And a cow of plenty for the world.
Just like space
And all the great elements: air, fire, water, and earth,
May I always support the life of all the boundless creatures.
And until they pass away from pain
May I also be the source of Life
For all the realms of varied being
That reach unto the end of time and space.
Relax into who you really are.
You are magnificence itself.
Let go of resistance to everything,
And what remains is the perfect flow
Of effortless Life.
What you are unwilling to feel
Remains as tension,
Becomes gnawing, Grows into addiction.
Restore the capacity to feel fully,
To allow the experience without flinching,
And the addiction, the gnawing, the tension,
Rest here and things are simple.
~ Arjuna (from the epic, Bhagavad Gita)
Let yourself be silently drawn to what you love.
Be strong then,
and enter into your own body.
There you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else!
Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things,
And stand firm in that which you are.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.
The One you are looking for Is the One who is looking.
~ St. Francis of Assisi
Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart
Try to love the questions themselves.
Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given
Because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is to live everything.
Live the Questions.
Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it,
Live along some distant day into the answers.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
It must be built by following your instinct,
as a seal finds its breathing hole in the ice,
by letting yourself go into moments that pull
like a magnet to North.
You listen quietly until you know the moment, its song,
while it pulls a place in you and like the seal
you may find an Eskimo spear poised to strike you as you listen.
Then, you visit your breathing place where some moments
come, are lived quickly, and go.
Others visit for years and are still not over.
You must visit daily so the path remains visible
as the doubts of others try to entice you
to be their breathing place, try to make you forget
the place you have struggled to find.
~ Mary Oliver
Awareness cleaned my mind
To a polished mirroring.
The presence came near, and I knew
that was everything,
and I nothing.
The moment you have in your heart
This extraordinary thing called love
and feel the depth,
the ecstasy of it,
you will discover that for you
the world is transformed.
I long for You
I follow barefoot in
Your frozen tracks that are high
in the mountains
that I know are years old.
I long for you so much
I have begun to travel where I have never been before.
There is no one in this world
who is not looking
Everyone is trudging along
with as much dignity, courage and style as they possibly can.
All the yogas,
whatever their source and character,
have only one aim:
To save you from the clamity of separate existence,
of being a meaningless dot in a vast and beautiful picture.
~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is essential in invisible to the eye.
~ The Fox to the Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
When you love,
give it everything you've got
and when you've reached your limit,
give it more
and forget the pain of it
because as you face your death, it's only the love which will count.
All the rest,
the accomplishments and struggles, the fights,
will be forgotten in your reflection
and if you have loved well, then it will have been worth it
and the joy of it will last you through to the end,
but if you have not death will always come too soon
and be too terrible to face.
~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Love exists for Love’s sake and nothing else.
It is spontaneous and spreads delight.
Everything is permeated by Love.
Love can conquer anything.
Selfless, pure, unalloyed Love leads us to God.
Selfish and constricted Love binds us to the world.
Unable to comprehend the pure and sacred nature of Love,
We are prey to endless worries because of our attachment
to worldly objects.
Our primary duty is to understand the truth about the Love principle.
Once one understands the nature of Love, they will not go astray.
~ Sai Baba
The person who,
being really on the Way,
falls upon hard times in the world,
as a consequence,
turn to that friend who offers her refuge and comfort
and encourage their old self to survive.
Rather, she will seek out someone who will
faithfully and inexorably help her to risk herself,
so that she may endure the difficulty and
pass courageously through it.
Only to the extent that a person exposes herself over
and over again to annihilation,
can that which is indestructible
be found within them.
In this daring lies the dignity and
the spirit of true awakening.
~ Karlfried van Durkheim
When the mind is still,
not seeking any
answer or solution even,
neither resisting or avoiding,
it is only then
there can be a regeneration,
is the mind capable of perceiving
what is true,
and it is the truth that liberates,
not our effort to be free.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies,
we should find in
each man's life
sorrow and suffering
enough to disarm all hostility.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Mystery does not get clearer
by repeating the question,
nor is it bought
with going to amazing places.
Until you’ve kept your eyes
And your wandering still for fifty years,
You don’t begin to cross over from confusion.
Come, come, whoever you are
Wanderer, fire worshipper, lover of leaving.
This is not a caravan of despair.
It does not matter that you have
Broken your vows a thousand times.
Still come, and yet again, come...
"You are a great mystery of
Many multidimensional energies.
Accept it, and move with every energy,
With deep sensitivity, with awareness,
With love, with understanding.
Move with it!
Then every desire becomes a vehicle to go beyond it.
Then every energy becomes a help.
And then this very world is nirvana,
This very body is a temple –
A holy temple, a holy place."
“When you plant lettuce,
If it does not grow well,
you don't blame the lettuce.
You look for reasons it is not doing well.
It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun.
You never blame the lettuce.
Yet if we have problems with our friends or family,
We blame the other person.
But if we know how to take care of them,
They will grow well, like the lettuce.
Blaming has no positive effect at all,
Nor does trying to persuade using reason and argument.
That is my experience.
No blame, no reasoning, no argument, just understanding.
If you understand, and you show that you understand,
You can love, and the situation will change”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
"As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,
So a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.
To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over
The kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives."
~ Henry David Thoreau
"The basic foundation of humanity is
Compassion and love.
This is why, if even a few individuals simply
Try to create mental peace and happiness
Within themselves and act responsibly and
Kind-heartedly towards others,
They will have a positive influence in their community."
~ Dalai Lama
We either make ourselves miserable
Or we make ourselves happy.
The work is the same.
~ Carlos Castenada
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