
“Prayer for Alignment” — by Fr. Sean O’Laoire
Here we pause to reflect silently on the ways in which we are unaligned as individuals and as communities.
A: I acknowledge to you, my sisters and my brothers
that I have been unaware of the God-in-all-beings.

“Maddie” by Keith Basar
When I thought I’d never again share space with your kind
Miraculously, there you were.
You made pleasing your pack (our family) a selfless mission.
And my God, that glowing, feminine, molasses pie face of yours
could light up the darkest of days

The Story Of Mirabai And Her Devotion For Lord Krishna
When Mirabai was just four years old, while watching a marriage procession she asked her mother, “Dear mother, who will be my bridegroom?” Mirabai’s mother smiled and pointed towards the image of Lord Krishna and said, “My dear Mirabai, Lord Krishna is going to be your bridegroom”. Since then, she manifested a deep devotion to Lord Krishna. Meera lost her mother early.

"A Good Conversation" by Keith Basar
A good conversation can be quite rare.
Its beauty is its own nature — thoroughly organic.
It springs forth from the deepest soils of our being,
aiding us in peering intricately and panoramically into the secrets of self and the Unknown.

“All True Vows” by David Whyte
All the True Vows
are secret vows,
the ones we speak out loud
are the ones we break.
There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.

“Beloved Mother of All Thing”s by Thich Nhat Hanh
"Dear Mother Earth,
"I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognize that you are present in me and that I'm a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we're sick.

“The River Cannot Go Back” by Kahlil Gibran
It is said that before entering the seaa river trembles with fear.She looks back at the path she has traveled,from the peaks of the mountains,the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

“The Facts of Life” by Pádraig Ó Tuama + YouTube Reading
That you were bornand you will die.
That you will sometimes love enoughand sometimes not.
That you will lieif only to yourself.
That you will get tired.
SOURCE: https://verse.press/poem/the-facts-of-life-3458767880319667618

“Horses” by Lieh Tzu
Duke Mu of Ch’in said to Po-lo:
‘You are getting on in years. Is there anyone in your family whom I can send to find me horses?’
‘A good horse can be identified by its shape and look, its bone and muscle. But the great horses of the world might be extinct, vanished, perished, lost; such horses raise no dust and leave no tracks…

“Crazy Tuan-mu Shu” from Lieh-tzu (this rendition) by Solala Towler
Tuanmu Shu had inherited his family fortune, said to be worth ten thousand pieces of gold. He never had to work and lived in a fabulous mansion, surrounded with gardens, lakes, terraces, and pavilions. His food and clothing, as well as that of his various wives and concubines, were of the finest quality. He went wherever he wished, traveling far and wide, collecting treasures and exploring anything that he became interested in.