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promise keeper

 to make a promise…

Make a place of prayer, no fuss,
just lean into the white brilliance 
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple and as yours and as heard
as the bird song above your head
or the river running gently beside you,
let your words join to the world 
the way stone nestles on stone
the way the water simply leaves 
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise 
breathes and belongs 
with every other promise 
the world has ever made. 

Now, leave them to go on, 
let your words alone 
to carry their own life,
without you, let the promise 
go with the river. 
Have faith. Walk away.



TO MAKE A PROMISE by David Whyte

 

So easy to miss the moment.
Just this.
This inhale. . . . this exhale. . . .
This dawn of dark clouds streaked with light.
This smile, this ache, this laughter, these tears. . . 
As we slip into the water of this week unfolding before us.
             ~ Oriah

  

Listen to Gavin McGraw sing Follow Through http://youtu.be/dr2o8Ir30Zc

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Caesium standardΒ 

 caesium standard or caesium atomic clock is a primary frequency standard in which electronic transitionsbetween the two hyperfine ground states of caesium-133 atoms are used to control the output frequency. The first caesium clock was built by Louis Essenin 1955 at the National Physical Laboratory in the UK.[1]
Caesium clocks are the most accurate commercially produced time and frequency standards, and serve as the primary standard for the definition of the second in SI (the metric system). By definition, radiation produced by the transition between the two hyperfine ground states of caesium (in the absence of external influences such as the Earth’s magnetic field) has a frequency of exactly 9,192,631,770 Hz. That value was chosen so that the caesium second equalled, to the limit of human measuring ability in 1960 when it was adopted, the existing standard ephemeris second based on the Earth‘s orbit around the Sun.[2] Because no other measurement involving time had been as precise, the effect of the change was less than the experimental uncertainty of all existing measurements. 

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http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesium_standard
 
Listen to Aime by Pure Prairie League http://youtu.be/V4mCiYQeU_s
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declaration Β 

 
THIS IS ENOUGH! 

Listen to John Legend sing All of Me http://youtu.be/Mk7-GRWq7wA 

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I am a poet

  It has taken a while to embrace the poet.

The desire having been born much later in life,
to write poetry,
to bring to life, with words,
what I see, feel, moments of sanguinity.

I have never doubted the words I have written
because they were written in truth, my truth.
But I did doubt the title.
Poet.
What? These lines? Poetry?

There was too much significance behind the title.
A poet.
Wordsworth, Shelley, Dickinson, Frost, Walt Whitman…
Oh my. The idea left me breathless.
What was I playing at?

But then, the answer was blindingly simple.
Take away the significance.

Aren’t poems moments of grace, of revelation?

Humming to a birdsong,
delighting at the sight of valleys and mountains,
closing our eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness of a fruit
or the texture of bark under our fingertips…
Aren’t these the poetic murmurings of one’s heart?

While some of us choose to put it all on paper,
others choose to carry it all within their hearts.
Well then, underneath the cloak of conventionality,
aren’t we all poetic?
Aren’t we all poets?

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I am a poet by Rama Desai

https://ramaink.wordpress.com/author/ramaink/
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  Listen to Lake Street Dive sing We Love All the Same Songs http://youtu.be/9sNbyjfgccc
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sprung Β  Β 

   
 


 Grass grows in the night

and early the mockingbirds begin
their fleet courtships over puddles,
upon wires, in the new green
of the Spanish limes.

Their white-striped wings flash
as they flirt and dive.
Wind in the chimes pulls music
from the air, the sky’s cleared
of its vast complications.

In the pause before summer,
the wild sprouting of absolutely
everything: hair, nails, the mango’s
pale rose pennants, tongues of birds
singing daylong.

Words, even, and sudden embraces,
surprising dreams and things I’d never
imagined, in all these years of living,
one more astonished awakening.

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Morning in May by Rosalind Brackenbury
 
This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  β€”John 15.12

that is, 
with tender attention
and stout resilience,
that is,
despite your blame and fear,
your betrayal yet to come,
your lack of repentance,

as I have loved you
when you were determined 
not to deserve it,

that you love as I have,
withholding nothing,
excusing no one,

that you pour yourself out
for the unworthy,

as I have 
pour yourself out
of your life
into eternal love
and as I have
rise
new, 
perfected
in love.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

 
 

the answer to how is love

 Everything is made of God.         Love lies waiting in it.

Every darkest mystery
         hides grace.

The most desperate act
         is born of hopeful longing:
though the hope has been withheld
         the longing still burns.

Even the greatest tragedy
         is made of blessed pieces
and drips with the light 
         of grace it has passed through.

In even the most evil despot
         a heart beats and breath is given.

The graver the injustice
         the deeper the listening needed;
the more foul the evil
         the more love is required.

Grieve your sorrows without pretense.
         Protest oppression with courage.
Above all: don’t lose trust in the grace
         already infolded in the knot.
__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

   

Listen to Gungor sing Beautiful Things http://youtu.be/1spkhp41ig4

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draw me in…light me up

  CHARISMATIC PRESENCE

You really become aware of the force and light of human presence when you are in the company of a charismatic person. In theology, “charisma” means “divinely conferred favour.” A charismatic presence is one that inspires people. It has a natural balance between the personality and the vision that the person represents. In some way, the luminosity in the person is an aura that tangibly reaches out and affects others. In German one speaks of “eine grosse Ausstrahlung,” i.e., a great streaming forth of radiance. The charismatic person does have a radiance that stirs us. It is given to some people to be carriers of huge spirit. This is not something they have sought out or earned. It is not something that they have worked up in themselves. It seems to belong deeply in their nature. I remember once speaking to a friend about a family we both knew who had such spirit and he said, “If you put one of them in a house on her own, you would fill it.” Charisma reminds us that there is no system or frame large enough to hold the secret immensity that is in each person. — John O’Donohue, “Eternal Echoes”

  

   

   

listen to Neil Diamond sing Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show http://youtu.be/U5va1iaLj2M

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a happy day in May

  A delicate fabric of bird song

   Floats in the air, 
The smell of wet wild earth 
   Is everywhere. 

Red small leaves of the maple 
   Are clenched like a hand, 
Like girls at their first communion
   The pear trees stand. 

Oh I must pass nothing by 
   Without loving it much, 
The raindrop try with my lips, 
   The grass with my touch; 

For how can I be sure 
   I shall see again 
The world on the first of May 
   Shining after the rain?
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May Day by Sara Teasdale
 
Listen to Kate Earl sing Shadows and Light http://youtu.be/wKXvrtCiOvo
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simply says it

 

via Project Happiness on facebook

Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller http://youtu.be/8USVXvRUKoI

buzzing

 If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that joy is not a constant state, but a low grade buzz that sometimes roars and other times purrs, but that it is always available to sink down into, if I’m feeling the ache that makes for tears or the ache that makes for celebration. – Jen Lemen
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Jen Lemen says my poetry-prompt word of the day – buzz
as she reads my blog and responds. 

I love Jen Lemen over at ‘Hopeful World’ 
http://hopefulworld.org
I missed my word as I read it the first time, 
not mindful of today’s word, 
because I was still stuck in yesterday’s word ‘vine’. 
Then there it is, with a Lemen-y flair…
  
My heart leaps to attention 
I fly right there to find it 
Copy the sentence…
Smile
yes, ‘joy is a low grade buzz’
along with 
peace
love
harmony
they all live under the same everyday rooftop
once you understand them 
allow them in 
they are your friends
constant companions
making life balanced
glorious 
stable
the foundation made of jewels
gold
strong rock 
like granite 
storms come and go
the buzz stays 
and becomes the music we dance to
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ACL 11/14/13
  
  

Listen to The Muppets sing Ode to Joy

http://youtu.be/VnT7pT6zCcA
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a few months ago I was Jen Lemen’s apple cake angel πŸ˜‡ https://lifeacousticandamplified.wordpress.com/?s=apple+cake&submit=Search

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