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love just is…there is no understanding why 

  
A man asked him, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus said to him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone. You know the commandments…” He said to him, “Teacher, I have kept all these since my youth.” Jesus, looking at him, loved him and said, “You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.” When he heard this, he was shocked and went away grieving, for he had many possessions. 

Then Jesus looked around and said to his disciples, “How hard it will be for those who have wealth to enter the realm of God!” And the disciples were perplexed at these words. But Jesus said to them again, “Children, how hard it is to enter the realm of God! It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” They were greatly astounded and said to one another, “Then who can be saved?” Jesus looked at them and said, “For mortals it is impossible, but not for God; for God all things are possible.”

                  —Mark 10.17-27

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We continually have to resist the belief that there’s something we have to do to “be saved.” We think there are “good” people (the man thought Jesus was one) and others who are less so. We believe our salvation is up to us. Clearly the disciples think so. Were that true, of course it would be impossible. But it’s up to God. And God has already “saved” us.

Take note that Jesus looks at the man and loves him. The man does not need to do anything for Jesus to love him; he already does. He responds to the man not with requirements but with love. Because that’s his point. There is no requirement. God already loves us. We are already saved. There is no salvation beyond God’s love; God’s love is not insufficient for our eternal joy. All we need to be “saved” from is our own distrust. The man seems to have great possessions but “lacks one thing.” Jesus looks on him in his poverty and sets him free: let go of what you can measure and what you can lose—either riches or goodness—and grasp only what is infinite, what is already yours. 

Meditate on this infinite love of God. It is yours, now. It surrounds you, fills you, gives you every breath. You can’t deserve it more or less. It is simply here. Even as you ask and wonder, maybe even doubt, God looks at you with love. God’s delight is not up to you. Let this light break in, and become you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

  

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.

~ Rumi

 

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free fall

 

 Only when you are madly in love
    can your heart rest,
only asking the scariest questions

         are you at peace.
Only when you have lain in your grave

         are you truly alive,
only broken open

         are you truly whole.
Only on the invisible hand

         can you stand safely,
only on the unpredictable grace of God

       can you surely rely.

It is only in the raging sea

        you are safe,
only in the deep end

        you cannot be drowned.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

  
 

   

  

   
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a thousand more 

  

 You could pray for 1,000 nights, visualize for 1,000 days, and give thanks for 1,000 things, but it’s when you physically prepare the way no matter how silly, tiny, or futile your efforts may seem – that 1,000 miracles will find you. 

Uga-chugga, Uga-chugga – 

    The Universe

Thoughts become things… choose the good ones! ® 

© http://www.tut.com ®

 

 #312 magic 

The simplest things in life 

Are the most extraordinary 

Let them reveal themselves. 

            – Paulo Coelho 
There is magic in every little thing. 

Your very breath is magic 

You, showing up on this tiny planet, 

at this very time in history. 

The way the sun glints off your hair. 

The way the trees recognize you. 

The way a child can turn their head 

and plunge you into grief. 

it’s all miraculous. 

Einstein reminds us –

We have a choice in how we live. 

One of two ways – 

As if nothing 

Or 

As if everything 

Is miraculous. 

I’m so glad I chose to see the enchanted pathway. 

It’s always a fine day here. 

No matter what circumstance I find myself in. 

Magic abounds.  

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AL

 

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Listen to Christina Perri sing A Thousand Year http://youtu.be/rtOvBOTyX00

  

hammock time 

  

 The breeze – 
Takes the pages of my thoughts
Ruffles the edges
Carries them through the air
Without a worry
Without a care
Scattering my secrets
Sowing my life
  http://dorindaduclos.com/2015/04/23/the-breeze/

Night Owl Poetry ©2015 Dorinda Duclos Used with permission 

    
 

 
Thoughts float in and out 
Abstract

In the silence

Whatever is there can come…and go
You come…You go
I am still as the breeze sways the hammock
The blue sky
the trees the sounds of summer
You come…You go
I flow with the river

No hurry 

No worry

Allowing God to lead

Allowing the universe to help me
You come…You go
Allowing all things to be how they should be

Allowing life to be as it is

Allowing everything to be grace

Allowing my lips to sing gratitude
Music floats around me Slipping in and out
You come…You go
Allowing strength to rebuild 

Allowing the empty to be filled

So it comes
So it goes
I lay down and sleep in peace

for all good things 

done, gone and to come
You have come…You have gone
I am 
still

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AL

 

listen to Simon & Garfunkel sing Bridge Over Troubled Waters http://youtu.be/jjNgn4r6SOA

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The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.— 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

  


   

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better, best, best-est

  
Tired and hungry, late in the day, impelled

to leave the house and search for what

might lift me back to what I had fallen away from,

I stood by the shore waiting.

I had walked in the silent woods:

the trees withdrew into their secrets.

Dusk was smoothing breadths of silk

over the lake, watery amethyst fading to gray.

Ducks were clustered in sleeping companies

afloat on their element as I was not

on mine. I turned homeward, unsatisfied.

But after a few steps, I paused, impelled again

to linger, to look North before nightfall-the expanse

of calm, of calming water, last wafts

of rose in the few high clouds.

And was rewarded:

the heron, unseen for weeks, came flying

widewinged toward me, settled

just offshore on his post,

took up his vigil.

                               If you ask

why this cleared a fog from my spirit,

I have no answer.

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A Reward by Denise Levertov 

 

            Day ends, and before sleep
                         when the sky dies down, consider

          your altered state: has this day

            changed you? Are the corners

         sharper or rounded off? Did you

       live with death? Make decisions

   that quieted? Find one clear word

            that fit? At the sun’s midpoint

    did you notice a pitch of absence,

        bewilderment that invites

          the possible? What did you learn

     from things you dropped and picked up

         and dropped again? Did you set a straw

     parallel to the river, let the flow

            carry you downstream?

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Questions Before Dark by Jeanne Lohmann

   

 
Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

beautiful places 

 

 Gods in the cloud and fairies in the mist
The hills in Guilin look like. 
Deep as feelings and sweet as dreams

The Lijiang River ever runs. 

Song of Guilin Landscape by He Jingzin

  
 

Listen to Christina Perri sing A Thousand Years http://youtu.be/q9ayN39xmsI 
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I am thinking about burning

About letting a passion for life-

Not my life or your life- but Life itself

Burn away my hesitation to taste this breath

Filled with the sweet greening of summer

This breath, laden with longing and confusion.
I am thinking about burning

About the flame of desire

That insists that how I move through this day

Be more about love-making

Than about the achievement of things

Too thin to nourish my soul.
I am thinking about burning.

I am lighting a match.

I am making of myself

Kindling for the fires

Of living awake to this moment

Of letting Love have its way with me.
~Oriah House (c) 2015 “The Burning” 

soul listening

  
The intellect wants a summary meaning – all well and good for the purposeful nature of the mind. But the soul craves depth of reflection, many layers of meaning, nuances without end, references and allusions and prefigurations. All these enrich the texture of an image or story and please the soul by giving it much food for rumination.                                                           – Thomas Moore

 

 You’ll know you’ve made the right decision when there is peace in your heart. Stop listening to what the world says you should do. Start listening to your own heart. There are only a few people in this world who will stay completely true to you, and YOU should be one of them. Listen to your own voice, your own soul, too many people listen to the noise of the world, instead of themselves. Deep inside, you know what you want, let no one decide that for you. — Unknown
 

 Where does that singing start, you know,
that thin sound—almost pure light?

Not the birds at false dawn or their song 

when morning comes, feathered throats

warm with meaning. A different kind of music.
Listen, it is somewhere near you.

In the heart, emptied of fear, 

stubbornly in love 

with itself at last, the old

desires a ruined chorus,

a radiant bloody choir.
Where does the singing start?

Here, where you are, there’s room

between your heartbeats,

as if everything you have ever been

begins, inside, to sing.

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A Summer’s Singing by Lorna Crozier

Listen to D. H. T. sing Listen to Your Heart http://youtu.be/C4HJ0zfZ-EM

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interesting conversations (grade: C-)

  
HAMLET: To be, or not to be–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–

No more–and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–

To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.

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Read more at http://www.monologuearchive.com/s/shakespeare_001.html#q445B8QYR85jGYt2.99

 

 I think of difficult days
Days I struggle to stay alive

To keep my head above water

To put one foot in front of the other

To stay hydrated in the middle of my water works
I think of days of joy

When everything sparkles

When I say hello to the bright-eyed me in the mirror

When I am so glad I’m alive

So connected to the whole
I think about the moods of nature

The sunny days

The gray days

Days of angry storms

or gentle raindrops

Days of extreme
Just like me

Extreme weather

caused by my energy

the energy around me 

environmental and

relational factors
personal forecast

Todays weather calls for

Sunny outlook

with occasional clouds

a few showers through out the day

wine at sunset

moon full tonight  

with a dream or two of your kisses

 still warm on my lips

floating through

Waking to a great day tomorrow 

until I see you again

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AL

  
Listen to Amos Lee sing Soul Suckers http://youtu.be/zqidM_U9rgU

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picture this 

 

 a photograph 

a memory

a poem 

a song

a kiss

a touch

a slap

a smile

a frown

a gift

a breath

a pause

a word – 

of love or hate or truth or lie 

   all vivid pictures 

memorials in a lifetime

of moments never to be forgotten

snapshots of a single frame in time

just a shutter-length

a stutter-length

an eye-lash blink

never to be here again –

yet never to be gone –

always within us

they live forever

we live forward 

becoming the collective 

of all these moments

 as we grow

with each opportunity

we choose to become –

more or less –

we gain courage 

we live with integrity

with truth. 

or we remain hidden 

afraid to let go of what’s gone. 

we make these choices every instant we live – 

every moment ours to decide:

to be,

or not to be? 

yes, Mr. Shakespeare, 

that, is still, the question. 

AL 

  

Listen to Rosemary Clooney sing Sway http://youtu.be/eWI5tyS_sTg 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Top photo by Fisherman Dan @ Branford CT

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There was nothing there when I heard a voice.

Haven’t you had a strangeness like this?

I did not respond right away, ignoring it,

and its restlessness increased.

I chucked it off as imagination.

Haven’t you ignored queasy feelings?

Perhaps it was from the empty fields,

but there was stillness in the grass and air.

This uneasiness followed me into the car

and went with me.

When stillness is so quiet, nothing is heard.

There was nothing in my house.

Nothing in the sky. Nothing in the isolated miles.

The voice persisted.

Ever ignore something that refused to be ignored?

It was telling me to enjoy and love.

The message was everywhere it needed to be.

All I had to do was listen—then it was everywhere.

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When Stillness Is Heard by Martin Willitts, Jr.

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