Mar 21, 2016

Jealous of A Pond

When God said, “My hands are yours,” 

I saw that I could heal any
creature in this world;

I saw that the divine beauty in each heart
is the root of all time
and space.

I was once a sleeping ocean
and in a dream became
jealous of a
pond.

A penny can be eyed in the street
and a war can break out
over it amongst
the poor.

Until we know that God lives in us
and we can see Him
there,
a great poverty
we suffer.

-Rabia of Basra

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Jan 9, 2016

Mindfullness Morning.

January 2016

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Jan 4, 2016

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A Russian Soldier Looking Over Istanbul. In 1878 Russian army had almost reached Istanbul

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Jan 4, 2016

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Georgia O’Keeffe

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Jan 4, 2016

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Kouki Tsuritani

Labyrinth
Mezzotint on Chine-colle, 2004 

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Sep 26, 2015

     “The door to the Divine Presence opens through your kindness and gentle acceptance of others as they are in this moment. It opens through your willingness to be with them whatever they are thinking and feeling, without judging them or trying to fix them. It opens through the attention and the blessings you freely extend toward others.

      If you want to find God, stop looking for Her in sacred books and religious practices. That is not where you will find Her. If you want to find Her, open your heart. Be gentle with yourself and others. See your judgments for what they are: the obstacle to peace.

     Stop resisting your experience. Stop withholding your love and pushing the love of others away. Stop playing the victim. Stop blaming others for your grief or your pain. Open to it all. Tell the truth about your pain. Let yourself feel the pain of others without trying to fix them. Be with it all and God will be with you.

    Be in the silence of your own heart. Let your thoughts come and go until the space between them opens. Let your feelings of anxiety, boredom, frustration come and go until a softness comes into your heart, a patience with yourself, a forgiveness that rides in and out on each breath. 

   Let peace come into your heart, all by itself. As you allow space to be there without needing to fill it, feel the presence that comes in. That is the Spirit of God, Grace, call it what you will. It abides in you and with you now, for you have left striving behind. You have left your judgements and wounds like empty shoes at the threshold of this sacred space. In your heart now, there is only love, only blessings. This is the divine embrace,”


Paul Ferrini

The Gospel According to Jesus

A New Testament for Our Time

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Sep 25, 2015

“The best way to show your gratitude is to accept everything with joy. A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love.”

Mother Teresa

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May 16, 2015

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there’s a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy’s game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It’s full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it’s like:

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he’s living
in another town.

In the dream, he doesn’t remember
the town he’s sleeping in his bed in.  He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral.  
We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
                             
That’s how a young person turns
toward a teacher.  That’s how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.


- Rumi


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