Konrad von Gesner
Thursday, 30 April 2015
Thanksgiving
Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.
Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Tuesday, 28 April 2015
Resolute
Gleaming white
against the morning's breath,
dew greets my steps.
Birds call softly
from the shadows:
a greeting to the rising Sun,
or a lament to the
lost Mystery
of Night?
Barely glimpsed against
the cityscape horizon,
clouds form mountains
of molten blue
and gold.
My feet turn
of their own accord
as my heart pulls eagerly
toward this
unfolding drama.
But my path lies not
this way
and I turn again,
resolute,
travelling west
into the cloudless day.
against the morning's breath,
dew greets my steps.
Birds call softly
from the shadows:
a greeting to the rising Sun,
or a lament to the
lost Mystery
of Night?
Barely glimpsed against
the cityscape horizon,
clouds form mountains
of molten blue
and gold.
My feet turn
of their own accord
as my heart pulls eagerly
toward this
unfolding drama.
But my path lies not
this way
and I turn again,
resolute,
travelling west
into the cloudless day.
Ruth Davmor
Monday, 27 April 2015
Sunday, 26 April 2015
House
The words you speak become the house you live in.
Hafiz
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
Dissolve
Words dissolve
like melting snow;
a running river.
like melting snow;
a running river.
Mosiesa Lindenheart
Thursday, 23 April 2015
Believe
When we believe our own thoughts and opinions we become fundamentalists.
Jack Kornfield
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Pure
No matter the duration of each thing, it is pure and perfect in its time.
Ahneke Greystone
Monday, 20 April 2015
If
If I Could Be
If I could be the Sun for a day …
Will I shine as bright?
If I could be a seed for a day …
Will I be as patient?
If I could be the first morning rain of Spring …
Will I be as humble?
If I could be the wind for a day …
Will I sing songs from the sky?
If I could be fire for a day …
Will I be the warmth of a loving home?
If I could be the Earth for a day …
Will I be as loving and forgiving?
If I could be the Universe for a day …
Will I remember every star?
If I could be the Sun for a day …
Will I shine as bright?
If I could be a seed for a day …
Will I be as patient?
If I could be the first morning rain of Spring …
Will I be as humble?
If I could be the wind for a day …
Will I sing songs from the sky?
If I could be fire for a day …
Will I be the warmth of a loving home?
If I could be the Earth for a day …
Will I be as loving and forgiving?
If I could be the Universe for a day …
Will I remember every star?
If I could be you for a day?
…
I would be part of a Greater Whole
Olga Denton
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Saturday, 18 April 2015
Thunder
It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
Frederick Douglass
Thursday, 16 April 2015
Quiet
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Monday, 13 April 2015
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
David Wagoner
Saturday, 4 April 2015
Interwoven
Everything is interwoven, and the web is holy.
Marcus Aurelius
(Roman Emperor, 2nd century AD)
Friday, 3 April 2015
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Footsteps
May the great oak fold you in its mantle of wisdom
May the sun shine bright upon your day
May you walk by flowing streams of peace and love
As you journey on your pilgrim way.
May the soft breeze keep you ever gentle
And the warm rain freshen paths gone dry
May the earth spring up beneath your footsteps
May the Spirit guide you, ever high.
May the sun shine bright upon your day
May you walk by flowing streams of peace and love
As you journey on your pilgrim way.
May the soft breeze keep you ever gentle
And the warm rain freshen paths gone dry
May the earth spring up beneath your footsteps
May the Spirit guide you, ever high.
Mary Gouthro & Leonarda McNeil
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
Gaze
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
the holy tree is growing there,
from joy the holy branches start,
and all the trembling flowers they bear.
the holy tree is growing there,
from joy the holy branches start,
and all the trembling flowers they bear.
W. B. Yeats
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