If you want to know the past, to know what has caused you, look at yourself in the PRESENT, for that is the past’s effect. If you want to know your future, then look at yourself in the PRESENT, for that is the cause of the future.
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– Majjhima Nikaya
Holy One,
as a new year approaches
I seek to become not a new person
but more myself,
more aware of what is infinitely good in me,
more attentive to you in me,
who you become in me to be.
I am grateful for your presence,
how much of our lives do we predict through our words
which come from our thoughts
our actions following that form
belief systems so deep seeded are seated
within us deeper than deep
most times we do things
from an unconscious place
of familial familiarity
patterns so old
we can trace them into generations past passing
the torturous torch
ever forward
how do we stop this bitter flower flowering?
how do we dam the damning history if our history?
remember to remember
thoughts become things
words are power
actions speak louder than shouting
we can do hard things
we get to choose
that’s what free will is all about
all we need is love
love wins every time
put that truth in your peace pipe and smoke it!
I’ll take all that into all the upcoming
brand spanking,
sparkling
new years
year after year –
I choose a life of love
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AL
So, you get to choose – are you going to suffer, or be happy for the next seven years?
I’m going to suffer.
HEALING: is moving forward even when nothing is working out, and understanding that one day, it will all work together to create an even better today than yesterday.
This world doesn’t improve by demanding perfection. It improves when we reach through our armor and touch another with tenderness. It improves when we bust through the walls of our conditioning, and try a new way of being on for size. It improves when we work through our unresolved shadow and share what little light we can find. It is the small, positive steps that we take when we are at war with ourselves that change the world.
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– Jeff Brown
awe…
examination…
it keeps appearing
again…
I delete…
again…
I delete…
haven’t I already written my poem?
haven’t I already done that one?
What is left that I haven’t taken out…
haven’t examined properly?
There are always layers
As Shrek reminded me,
I am an onion…
layers…
illusions
shadows
truth left to excavate
healing to be hard won
motivations to uncover
mystery to be discovered
always more
God keeps getting bigger
as I examine,
reduce,
open.
help me to stay in this mode of self realization…
growth…
humble me…
my best self emerges within this process
send it again…
remind me again…
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AL
Approaching Wholeness
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it is long. It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to utter simplicity. The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
A sense of place results gradually and unconsciously from inhabiting a landscape over time, becoming familiar with its physical properties, accruing history within its confines.- Kent Rydon
Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
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I have abandoned the dream kitchens for a low fire
and a prescriptive literature of the spirit;
a storm snores on the desolate sea.
The nearest shop is four miles away—
when I walk there through the shambles
of the morning for tea and firelighters
the mountain paces me in a snow-lit silence.
My days are spent in conversation
with deer and blackbirds;
at night fox and badger gather at my door.
I have stood for hours
watching a salmon doze in the tea-gold dark,
for months listening to the sob story
of a stone in the road, the best,
most monotonous sob story I have ever heard.
I am an expert on frost crystals
and the silence of crickets, a confidant
of the stinking shore, the stars in the mud—
there is an immanence in these things
which drives me, despite my scepticism,
almost to the point of speech,
like sunlight cleaving the lake mist at morning
or when tepid water
runs cold at last from the tap.
I have been working for years
on a four-line poem
about the life of a leaf;
I think it might come out right this winter.
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The Mayo Tao by Derek Mahon
Curator’s note: “Mayo” refers to the County Mayo, in western Ireland.