In the beginning, all things are hopeful. We prepare ourselves to start anew. Though we may be intent on the magnificent journey ahead, all things are contained in the first moment: our optimism, our faith, our resolution, our innocence.
In order to start, we must make a decision. The decision is a commitment to daily self-cultivation. We must make a strong connection to our inner selves. Outside matters are superfluous. Alone and naked, we negotiate all of life's travails. Therefore, we alone must make something of ourselves, transforming ourselves into the instruments for experiencing the deepest spiritual essence of life.
Once we make our decision, all things will come to us. Auspicious signs are not a superstition, but a confirmation. They are a response. It is said that if one chooses to pray to a rock with enough devotion, even that rock will come alive. In the same way, once we choose to commit ourselves to spiritual practice, even the mountains and valleys will reverberate to the sound of our purpose.
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Filed in:Doreen Davis
by Doreen Davis
Dancer of Lies, what are you telling me?
Dance around the truth.
Dance this way and that.
Dance until you are exhausted.”
Dear Soul, what are you telling me?
Dance into the truth.
Dance to your heart’s beat, the earth’s pulse,
to God’s breath.
Dance your imprint on cave walls and forest floors.
Dance into the light that surrounds your crown.
Let it lift you,
And dance your spirit into the heavens.
Dance until your heart sparkles.
Dance until you awaken to your Divine Perfection.”
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Filed in:Judith Pordon
--"The Kiss" 1907-08 by Gustav Klimt
Lilt me your lips,
our lost breath intermingling.
Synchronize our silence
as lazy hours ease by.
Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,
scents around me.
Tremble with me
in paralyzing pauses.
I may no longer breathe
without breathing you.
---Drawing by Murphy Elliott
Good morning, Grandfather.
I entered this life a ways back
and put skin on to walk two-legged on this Creation— and what a glorious time it was.
It taught me about breath
and about sensing and feeling and caring through my heart.
And I walked on around that Red Road, looking and trying to understand more about the mystery and the secrets She holds.
And You spoke to me through the wind, and You sang to me through the birds.
And You brought challenges forth
so that I might listen to the message You bring me more sincerely. And I kept walking down this road.
And I came 'round the bend at the middle of that curve in the road
and I began to find a secret in the Spirit of my Self . . .
And still I walked on, sometimes blind and deaf, and sometimes with pain.
But I fought with my fears and I embraced my unknowingness— and still I walked on.
And my children and my family stood with me,
and we came to know each other in those later years more than we
had before—for some of our falseness had fallen away—
and still I walked on.
And I kept walking on this road towards You,
towards that other world that grew closer to me with each step.
And as the door of the Great Spirit world came closer
my fear loomed up inside sometimes . . .
But something called me forth—
the Morning Star rose with each day—
and my prayer became a centering—and still I walked on.
Until I began to hear the Song of the Mother, and Her arms embraced me so,
that instead of walking She carried me right to the door.
And as the door opened, I heard Her Song, and Her Song lifted me up, so I could soar.
Filed in:Eckhart Tolle
--Buddhist Monk With a Bowl by Mariusz Szmerdt
Kasan, a Zen teacher and monk, was to officiate at a funeral of a famous nobleman.
As he stood there waiting for the governor of the province and other lords and ladies to arrive, he noticed that the palms of his hands were sweaty.
The next day he called his disciples together and confessed he was not yet ready to be a true teacher.
He explained to them that he still lacked the sameness of bearing before all human beings, whether beggar or king.
He was still unable to look through social roles and conceptual identities and see the sameness of being in every human.
He then left and become the pupil of another master.
Then returned to his former disciples eight years later, enlightened.
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