“Blue Mountain” by Li Bai (also known as Li Po or Li Bo) (701-762)
Why dwell in the Blue Mountain
I laugh without answering
The silence of water and blossoming flowers
A world beyond the red dust of living
“Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
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“Love Flies” by Keith Basar
Emptiness has a way of slowing the mind to a standstill.
Vastness does quite the same.
The Tao is emptiness and vastness
In such a place Love flies like a lone bird.
“Gratitude” by Gary Snyder - (based on a Mohawk prayer)
Gratitude to Mother Earth, sailing through night and day —
and to her soil: rich, rare, and sweet
in our minds so be it
Gratitude to Plants, the sun-facing light changing leaf
and fine-root hairs; standing still through wind
and rain; their dance is in the flowing spiral grain
in our minds so be it
"Touched By An Angel" by Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
"Village of Creatures" by Richard Bach
Once there lived a village of creatures on the bottom of a great crystal river.
The current of the river swept silently over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing its own crystal self.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.
"Symphony of Spirit" by Naomi F. Stone
Every night I arise to sing, to invite, and to celebrate the birth of sacramental love in the opening of hearts, as the earth and sky reflect the brilliance of the light,…
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"The Little Man" by Bob Fergeson
From early morning coffee
to late night herbal tea,
We lived for near forever,
the Little Man and me.
"Wonder" (from his private journal) — Dag Hammarskjoid
“God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity.
But we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a Wonder — the source of which is beyond all reason.
“Every Ordinary Moment” by William Martin
We are learning to distinguish
between true and false power.
We see the clamoring of the young
for wealth and position
and we sadly smile and shake our heads.