
“Where the Light Begins - A Blessing for Christmas” by Jan Richardson
Perhaps it does not begin.
Perhaps it is always.
Perhaps it takes
a lifetime
to open our eyes,
to learn to see
what has forever
shimmered in front of us—

“The Old Violin - The Touch of the Masters Hand” by - Myra Brooks Welch
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?"

Lakota Prayers - ‘Great Mystery Prayer’ and ‘Great Spirit Prayer’
“Wakan Tanka” — Great Mystery
Teach me how to trust
my heart,
my mind,
my intuition,
my inner knowing…

“Driving Toward the Lac Qui Parle River” by Robert Bly
I
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun.
The soybeans are breathing on all sides.
Old men are sitting before their houses on car seats
In the small towns. I am happy,
The moon rising above the turkey sheds.

“To Be A Slave Of Intensity” by Kabir (translated by Robert Bly)
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think... and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time before death.

“Spiritual Conspiracy” by Anonymous Blogger
On the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem darkBut calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening undergroundAn inner revolution is taking place and certain individuals are being called to a higher lightIt is a silent revolutionFrom the inside outFrom the ground up…

“Haudenosaunee Thanksgiving Address Greetings to the Natural World”
The People
Today we have gathered and we see that the cycles of life continue. We have been given the duty to live in balance and harmony with each other and all living things. So now, we bring our minds together as one as we give greetings and thanks to each other as people.
Now our minds are one.
The Earth Mother
We are all thankful to our Mother, the Earth, for she gives us all that we need for life. She supports our feet as we walk about upon her. It gives us joy that she continues to care for us as she has from the beginning of time. To our mother, we send greetings and thanks.
Now our minds are one.
SOURCE: https://americanindian.si.edu/environment/pdf/01_02_Thanksgiving_Address.pdf

“Wrongly or rightly you think that I have a right to the name of Christian“ — Simone Weil
“Wrongly or rightly you think that I have a right to the name of Christian. I assure you that when in speaking of my childhood and youth I use the words vocation, obedience, spirit of poverty, purity, acceptance, love of one's neighbor, and other expressions of the same kind, I am giving them the exact signification they have for me now. Yet…”

Lover (III) by George Herbert (inspirational to Simone Weil)
Love (III)
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.

“Awakening” by Amoda Maa
Standing at the fork in the road, dazed and bewildered. What happened to the world we knew? What happened to the ground we stood on? What happened to reality?The road ahead, so uncertain now. The ground beneath us, so ready to crumble. Our vision, so clouded and nothing seems real.Did we go to sleep and wake up in a virtual reality game with new rules? Did we go to sleep and get lost in a nightmare?