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I’ll meet you there…

 

 A lone bird slips through the air.

You do not have to explain yourself.
The beating of your heart

is one with the vast, wordless song of the stars,

the great hum of the world. 
Rivers murmur praise,

deserts and oceans chant their meditations,

cities recite their industrious psalms;

and in your cell, unheard, unknown,

the mystery of heaven unfurls

in your silence. 
No one knows your place,

no one.

No one knows your precious belonging.

We can only believe, 

or err.
The marigold by the roadside

never knows. 

But it is true.
Your only work is to come to trust.
__________________ 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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 It’s not just that when one door closes, another door opens. 

When one door closes, Amy, choirs burst into chorus, orchestras orchestrate, bugles bugle, marching bands march, dogs catch Frisbees, cats “chow, chow, chow,” pigs fly, and 10,000 new doors open. 

Kind of makes you want a door to close, huh? 

Whoohoooo! 

    The Universe

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I will be taking a break from this blog๐Ÿ”นnot sure how long๐Ÿ”นmaybe forever๐Ÿ”นlots of beauty in the past 1,000+ posts if you are interested ๐Ÿ”นwishing love, life, music & much happiness to all who come here๐Ÿ”นas well as all who don’t๐Ÿ”น

AL๐Ÿ’ž

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tired… but trying…

   
photos found on facebook

 

God’s honest truth

   
  

HONESTY
is reached through the doorway of grief and loss. Where we cannot go in our mind, our memory, or our body is where we cannot be straight with another, with the world, or with our self. The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties: all of us are afraid of loss, in all its forms, all of us, at times, are haunted or overwhelmed by the possibility of a disappearance, and all of us therefore, are one short step away from dishonesty. Every human being dwells intimately close to a door of revelation they are afraid to pass through. Honesty lies in understanding our close and necessary relationship with not wanting to hear the truth.

The ability to speak the truth is as much the ability to describe what it is like to stand in trepidation at this door, as it is to actually go through it and become that beautifully honest spiritual warrior, equal to all circumstances, we would like to become. Honesty is not the revealing of some foundational truth that gives us power over life or another or even the self, but a robust incarnation into the unknown unfolding vulnerability of existence, where we acknowledge how powerless we feel, how little we actually know, how afraid we are of not knowing and how astonished we are by the generous measure of loss that is conferred upon even the most average life.
Honesty is grounded in humility and indeed in humiliation, and in admitting exactly where we are powerless. Honesty is not found in revealing the truth, but in understanding how deeply afraid of it we are. To become honest is in effect to become fully and robustly incarnated into powerlessness. Honesty allows us to live with not knowing. We do not know the full story, we do not know where we are in the story; we do not know who is at fault or who will carry the blame in the end. Honesty is not a weapon to keep loss and heartbreak at bay, honesty is the outer diagnostic of our ability to come to ground in reality, the hardest attainable ground of all, the place where we actually dwell, the living, breathing frontier where there is no realistic choice between gain or loss. 
    – David Whyte

   

photo sources: top 2 photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

other photos @ http://www.pinterest.com

who’s responsible?ย 

 

  

   

  

standing tallย 

  

Erik Wahl:

The purpose of art is not to produce a product. The purpose of art is to produce thinking. The secret is not the mechanics or technical skill that create art – but the process of introspection and different levels of contemplation that generate it. Once you learn to embrace this process, your creative potential is limitless.
Artwork should be an active verb (a lens by which to view the world) not a passive noun (a painting that sits dormant in a museum). Creativity lies NOT in the done but in the doing. Art is active and incomplete. Always shifting, always becoming. Art is a sneak peak into the future of potential, of what could be. Not a past result of what has been already done. Art is a process not a product. 
Art is a human act. Art is Risky. Generous. Courageous. Provocative. You can be perfect, or you can make art. You can keep track of what you will get in return for your effort, or you can make art. You can enjoy the status quo, or you can make art. 
This is the purpose for why art should not be cut from education.

 

Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com 

  

every day life offers…

 

    
  This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a 

stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have 

your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman 

down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,

the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,

is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the

pond, where whole generations of biological 

processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds

speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,

they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old 

enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?

There is movement beneath the water, but it 

may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.
And then life suggests that you remember the 

years you ran around, the years you developed

a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,

owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are

genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have

become. And then life lets you go home to think

about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one

who never had any conditions, the one who waited

you out. This is lifeโ€™s way of letting you know that

you are lucky. (It wonโ€™t give you smart or brave,

so youโ€™ll have to settle for lucky.) Because you 

were born at a good time. Because you were able 

to listen when people spoke to you. Because you

stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your

late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And 

then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland, 

while outside, the starfish drift through the channel, 

with smiles on their starry faces as they head

out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

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Starfish by Eleanor Lerman

   
    
 Listen to The Eagles sing Peaceful Easy Feeling http://youtu.be/n00g71TySS4

ย holding on…letting go… ย ย 

   

   
I closed my eyes

and returned 

to people, 

and places,

I love. 
I closed my eyes

and opened

my heart

to magic,

and mystery,

I fell in love. 
I closed my eyes

and committed 

my life

to love, to You,

my soul’s beloved. 
I closed my eyes

and saw

a new heaven,

and earth,

a world of love. 
I closed my eyes

and found

myself,

within myself

deep calling to deep
I closed my eyes

and sang

my words,

songs you gave me,

my love song to You. 
AL

 

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The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.โ€” Friedrich Nietzsche

 

 There are things that get blocked
by other things 

and then the flow of things

from the source of things

seems to stop

and one thing non-flowing 

effects other things downstream

Meanwhile life goes on

and many things remain flowing

But you always know somethings blocked 

because there are the things 

that you want to do…

that you think you need to do…

and you just can’t seem to do them…

and so it goes

until you find the source of the blockage

and remove it

and, once again,

things flow easy

with the rest of things…

I just heard Karate masters 

don’t focus on the cinderblock –

to break through, 

they focus on the space beyond the block…

 

AL

  


   

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

covers off

 
You cant wake someone 

pretending to be asleep

You cant talk to someone

pretending to listen

You can’t touch someone

pretending to be interested 

You can’t connect with someone 

pretending to be your friend 

You can’t teach someone anything 

pretending to know everything 

You can’t satisfy someone 

pretending to be perfect

You can’t give enough to someone 

pretending to be grateful 

You can’t change the world 

pretending to be kind

You can’t heal your heart 

pretending it’s not hurting 

You can’t solve a problem 

pretending you haven’t got one

You cant be loved by someone 

pretending to be ready for love

You can’t find the truth 

pretending it’s a lie

It is what it is

Pretending never really works…

but don’t even bother telling that to the pretenders

AL

   
Listen to The Platters sing Smoke Gets in Your Eyes http://youtu.be/BeC9Z1YQjXs

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

We are not masters of this world, we participate in its life. – Thomas Mooreย 

 

Photo source found at facebook/ The Motivation Group

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Care of the soul requires ongoing attention to every aspect of life. Essentially it is a cultivation of ordinary things in such a way that soul is nurtured and fostered. 

         – Thomas Moore

   
    
 Fireworks photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

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Recognize what is before your eyes, and what is hidden will be revealed to you. 

   – The Gospel of Thomas

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Listen to Katy Perry sing Firework http://youtu.be/QGJuMBdaqIw

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. 

Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul? 

    – Oscar Wilde

 

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