"Uttered and Repeated by the Voice of Nature" Sunrise/Afternoon June 11, 2015

What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?

–Rumi 
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/question_9.html

∞

THE NEUTRALITY OF
A TRANSPARENT,
 “OLDER THAN GOD”
 SOUL
SUFFICETH
ew
8:03 AM
6/11/15

∞

Be
. And, at the same time,
know what it is not to be.
That emptiness inside you allows you
to vibrate in resonance with your world.
Use it for once.

To all that has run its course,
and to the vast unsayable numbers of beings abounding in Nature,
add yourself gladly,
and cancel the cost.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, VIII
Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy translation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-hard-part.html

.......man postpones or remembers;
he does not live in the present, but with
reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of
the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe
to foresee the future. 
He cannot be happy and strong until he too
lives with nature in the present, above time.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/there-is-simply-rose.html

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell. The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance. As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.


—Kahlil Gibran
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/song-of-flower.html

These roses under my window make no
reference to former roses or to better ones;
they are for what they are;
they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them.
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in
every moment of its existence. 

Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts;
in the full-blown flower, there is no more;
in the leafless root, there is no less.
  Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature,
in all moments alike.
There is no time to it.

  But man postpones or remembers;
he does not live in the present, but with
reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of
the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe
to foresee the future. 

He cannot be happy and strong until he too
lives with nature in the present, above time.


–Ralph Waldo Emerson


http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/there-is-simply-rose.html

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I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn. At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell. The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance. As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.


—Kahlil Gibran
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/song-of-flower.html