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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.

Konrad von Gesner  

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.

Ruth Davmor

Sunday, 26 April 2015

House

The words you speak become the house you live in.

Hafiz

Friday, 24 April 2015

Dissolve

Words dissolve

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

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 you for a day?
…
I would be part of a Greater Whole

Olga Denton

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

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.

David Wagoner

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Interwoven

Everything is interwoven, and the web is holy.

Marcus Aurelius
(Roman Emperor, 2nd century AD)

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. 


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.

W. B. Yeats