February 2014


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fresh life

 

and then my heart

pulled itself apart

and, filled to the brim

with a new light,

overflowed with fresh life.

 

now even the heavens

are thankful that

because of love

i have become

the giver of light

 

Rumi

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watchful

 

If you value yourself

watch that self, carefully;

the wise should be watchful.

 

Self must govern self.

Who else would do this work?

If the self is well controlled

you have found a good master.

 

It is your self that does wrong

it is your self that suffers

it is your self that purifies;

no-one can do it for you.

 

the Buddha

 

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Love

there is enough magic here

inside this one word

to change our world forever

 

mountain snow lying

across life’s pasture a

shadow reflected over

stone moss forest dream

man’s ability to under

stand nature’s living need

 

green comet seen in the sky

time’s gift, another

universe visiting our earth

 

there is enough magic here

inside this one word

to change our world forever

 

Love

 

from Joseph Mayo Wristen – magic to change the world

 

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Don’t worry about saving these songs,

And if one of our instruments breaks,

It doesn’t matter.

We have fallen,

We have fallen into the place,

Where everything is music…

Today, like every other day,

We wake up empty and frightened

Don’t open the door to the study

And begin reading.

Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

-Jalal ad-din Rumi

Embrace-Change[1]

 

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott,

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Wherever we go exploring in the world around us, we find

mysteries. Our planet is covered by continents and oceans whose

origin we cannot explain. Our atmosphere is constantly stirred

by poorly understood disturbances that we call weather and climate.

The visible matter in the universe is outweighed by a much larger

quantity of dark invisible matter that we do not understand at all.

The origin of life is a total mystery, and so is the existence

of human consciousness.

Freeman Dyson, “How We Know”

 

human-being[1]

We are not
human beings having a spiritual experience,

but spiritual beings having a human experience

-Teilhard de Chardin

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