…THE ALWAYS-IS-MOTHERBOARD OF
precisely because it brings us
into absolute and passionate presence
with all that is here,
that is natural,
that is love.
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all the honors
of this dissolving world
A life of poverty
has taught me to love
haze and mist
Today in the Spring
the friendship between us
adds warmth to the sunlight
here on the shore
The final test of man, the narrow way
Proving him worthy of immortal life
That he should face this darkness and this death
Worthily, and renounce all easy hope,
All consolation, all but the simple smile
Upon the face of Truth…
(From the Book of Earth,
an ancient Egyptian funerary text.)
Silence is ancient.
Silence has been in the space you are
at this very moment
for longer than anything else has.
It will remain after you leave
and exist long after
all other things have faded.
The Silence of Winter
From Pagan Thoughts on Yuletide
Quoted on the website: A Tradition of Silence
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing
I was a bird
I could see where the stars had turned
and I set out on my journey
in the head of a mountain goat
I could see across a valley
under the shining trees something moving
in the green sea
I saw the two sides of the water
and swam between them
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can
—W. S. Merwin
one must completely dissociate
with the activity of the mind.
When your mind becomes still,
intelligence explodes ...
If you can't change yourself, after all
the efforts, change the light
by which you read your story.
a lamp, a candle, a vine of shining
holiday lights - and feel yourself
become hugged by the fabric of shadows.
You see the objects around become related
by the pregnant emptiness
that holds them,
of being just this. Then, further still, try
moonlight, or no light, until, at last,
this open, sourceless incandescence
which you are
no matter who you think you are
will follow you from the inside
wherever you may go, however
you may change, or not.
from - Feed Your Vow -
poems for falling into fullness
with thanks to The Dawn Within
May you be happy.
May you ride
The waves of your life.
May you live in peace,
What You Are Given.
May you savor
The Nobility Of Retreat.