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Archive for the month “January, 2016”

break away

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

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-Kurt Vonnegut

 how little I understand 
about life

how small is my vision

how tiny my wings

my experience negligible 

my brain so under developed 

my travels so limited

even as I attempt to smash the box of my learning

as I fight to open to all good things 

as the mystery, 

the dream,

gets bigger

my desire to see, 

touch, 

taste, 

handle, 

hear,

experience 

burns me to the ground

carries me to the sky

fills me with longing

empties me of myself

allows me to be a part of the whole miracle producing she-bang

calls me to be courageous-

a brilliant dancer, even

in spite of my fear,

my limiting inheritance 

my illusion of having two left feet

stop thinking so much

just be

just dance

just fly

🕊

AL

   
  

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.

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― Jiddu Krishnamurtio  


   

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in it to win it

 

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.

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        ― Mahatma Gandhi

   
    
   

on this day… 

   
    
   
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honored silence 

 

 If you have seen the snow 
under the lamppost 

piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table 

or somewhere slowly falling 

into the brook 

to be swallowed by water, 

then you have seen beauty 

and know it for its transience. 

And if you have gone out in the snow 

for only the pleasure 

of walking barely protected 

from the galaxies, 

the flakes settling on your parka 

like the dust from just-born stars, 

the cold waking you 

as if from long sleeping, 

then you can understand 

how, more often than not, 

truth is found in silence, 

how the natural world comes to you 

if you go out to meet it, 

its icy ditches filled with dead weeds, 

its vacant birdhouses, and dens 

full of the sleeping. 

But this is the slowed-down season 

held fast by darkness 

and if no one comes to keep you company 

then keep watch over your own solitude. 

In that stillness, you will learn 

with your whole body 

the significance of cold 

and the night, 

which is otherwise always eluding you. 

❄️

Winter Grace by Patricia Fargnoli

 

  

  

 

bring us peace  

 

 Oh time,
Oh love,

Oh life,

awaken us all

to hear,

to see,

to be aware

shake our comfort zones

let us scream

let us cry

let us shout

let us waste no more of our living

help us to choose wisely

help us to live passionately 

help us to love mercy, to establish justice, to inhabit grace

keep us humble

keep us growing 

keep us connected 

knowing our own valve, as well as the value of every other

Oh God of love

Oh God of life

Oh God of joy

shake us now with heavenly thunder, 

crack open our hearts and bring us peace

❤️

AL

  
 

  

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let your guard down

 Take me past

the guarded place

in you

where confusion

covers itself

in unrelenting confidence

then marches on

In lively steps

Take off the façade

let it fall away

into nowhere

Turn around and face me

I search the infinite depth

where beyond all entrenchments

I find your thirst

to be met 

and understood

the sadness in your bones,

the want of your silent cries

to be heard

and be known—

abiding within those 

unseen landscapes

is a world of precious

dreams

Let me touch where

the battle wounds

lie quietly healing—

Buried beneath

an armored sheath

rests a lifetime of love

and loneliness,

blame and triumph, 

honor and defeat

Within this blended web

of scars and treasures,

glistening with honesty,

there you are—

I found you,

beneath the soldier’s plated heart

So loosen the knots around my own

see all its agony bared and mending

and in between each open space

we’ll breathe upon the frailty

All the wishful longings to be had

bring to me yours

as I meet you there with mine.

🎭

Quest by Susan Frybort

   
   
   
   

You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.~ Rumi

  
Oh, souls — let us try not to worry so much, OK? It’s so bad for our minds and our bodies and our spirits, and it’s so bad for everyone around us, too. And when we get all bent-up and broken-up and fragmented from worry, we make it SO DIFFICULT for the universe to help show us our destinies.
The universe is wanting to communicate something with you. It wants to take you somewhere very specific (to your ultimate destiny, which is PEACE and wisdom and wholeness) but your worrying is a kind of crazy emotional static that prevents you from hearing the messages. 
Have some faith. Have some faith in yourself, and have faith in fate, as well.
What if you remembered this: Everything you have ever endured so far in life, you have survived. 
And sometimes, to your own surprise, you even thrived.
Maybe the worst thing you ever endured was a crucible through which you became YOU. 
Maybe you could not have become YOU through any other means except by going through that trial.
Maybe a trial will happen again. Maybe a trial is happening right now. And maybe, once again, you will survive it. (All signs point to YES. After all, you have done it before.) Maybe you will come through these troubles re-formed, re-forged. re-born. Maybe you will insist upon that. Maybe that’s the strange invitation at the bottom of all this anxiety. 
You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your own golden wings. Why do you worry?
What if your story is unfolding just as it was always planned?
Be brave, have faith. You can do this.
Onward,

LG (Elizabeth Gilbert/facebook)

  
The soul lives contented

by listening,

if it wants to change 

into the beauty of 

terrifying shapes,

it tries to speak.
That’s why

you will not sing,

afraid as you are

of who might join with you.
The voice hesitant,

and her hand trembling 

in the dark for yours.
She touches your face 

and says your name 

in the same instant.
The one you refused to say,

 over and over,

the one you refused to say.

The Soul Lives Contented by David Whyte

   
    
    
 
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what a glorious mess we are 

 

 We can’t find our path without getting messy. Messy comes with the territory. We came in messy. We learn messy. We love messy. We leave messy. I never found my way to clarity without first befriending confusion, in all its chaotic forms. I never found a path that felt like home before falling into quicksand. I never established a new way of being without trying the wrong way of being on for size. I never found the light without stumbling around in the dark. I never tasted God before getting a little dirt in my mouth. In the heart of the chaos is the clay that shapes us home.
Chaotic Magnificence! 

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 – Jeff Brown an excerpt from the book Love it Forward

  
 

  

  

  


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good stuff

  
Beloved,

you make the water of my life into wine,

my ordinary into your holy.
You request miracles of me

the moment before I know I’m ready.
What was for purification of uncleanness

you make into celebration of beauty.
You change my despair to gratitude

in secret, my dark certainty to wonder. 
You make this life into a wedding feast,

my faithful marriage to the Holy One. 
Always you turn piety into a party. 

And always the best is yet to come. 
This wine is not for discussion. 

It’s to drink. It’s good. It’s really good. 
Let’s dance.

__________________ 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

 

   


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what about now? 

 

This moment 

is the house of God 

I am 

is 

right now 

is the present moment 

I can only know intimacy 

fellowship 

magic 

when I stay 

right here 

now 

be here now 

give thanks now 

see the blazing bush 

take off my shoes 

it’s all about now 

stay aware 

stay a while

live here

Love will build our home

you are welcome here

now

abide 

with me 

come on a my house 

come on home 

to me 

🏡

AL

  
  
  
 

Even on a perfectly still morning,

nothing moving,

trees frozen into the ground,

sky frozen to itself,

still, (how is this?)

here you are,

burgeoning into being,

the roaring sun

silent between the trees,

(everyone I meet, your blossoming!)

what is only just becoming

humming in becoming,

(the more still I am

the more vibrant it is)

everything thrumming with you

and the silence of your delight,

your anticipation

of what even you, 

even now, 

are just discovering,

—oh look!—

just becoming. 

__________________ 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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