Saturday, April 4, 2020

John O'Donohue - Time to be slow


art Henry Bright (1810-1873)



 This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.

from his book, To Bless the Space Between



 

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Pat Schneider - The Patience of Ordinary Things




 It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?



 - Pat Schneider, Another River: New and Selected Poems





Thank you Miriam Louisa Simons
 

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Alain Joly - This little piece of fire




I do not know where the fire comes from
It is hidden, ready to burst
A piece of ember under the ashes

When the flame has died out
The ashes are left,
Like a thick coat
Tenacious
Like a screed

It doesn’t let anything pass
But the ember doesn’t die
It remains there
Hot
Waiting

We sometimes need so little
A tiny stimulation
To remove one by one the grey leaves
Glued
Welded
Undo the uncanny order
Of all these withering years

It sometimes takes very little
To revive
Timid
Intact
This little piece of fire
That contains the ardour and the madness of all flames
Of all rebirths
Of all cures



poem via the culturium


 

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Colin Drake - Dawnsong

art Mahmoud Farshchian



The glorious sunrise,
And new day,
The Beloved arising.

The dawn chorus,
Enriching the silence,
A hymn to The Beloved.

The inspiring words,
That I am reading,
The Beloved whispering.

The gentle breeze,
Cooling my face,
The caresses of The Beloved .

The exotic fragrance
Of frangipani,
The Beloved's perfume.

The taste of honey,
In morning coffee,
The sweetness of The Beloved.

The ruddy sphere,
Rising from the ocean
The Beloved radiating.

The azure blue,
Of the heavens,
The colour of Her eyes.

The lacy clouds,
Scudding across the sky,
The Beloved exhaling.

The verdant green,
Of hills and forest,
The garden of The Beloved .

The sun-shower,
That astonishes,
The Beloved splashing.

The diaphanous rainbow,
A luminous necklace,
Bejeweling The Beloved.

The golden glow,
All around,
The Beloved beaming.

The enveloping warmth,
Of early sunshine,
The embrace of the Beloved.

 This doggerel,
An attempt at,
A tribute to The Beloved.

All that is,
Including the writer,
The Beloved. 




 
more reading HERE
 
 
 

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

BE (Beyond Enlightenment) by C (Claudio)



 Dear Reader,

There is no “new message” in this
teaching. The concepts of Harmony, Peace,
Enlightenment, God, etc., have been with mankind
since the beginning; and they have been presented,
explained, pointed to… in countless different ways,
using innumerable teaching methods, throughout
the ages.
The message though - or rather the
“bottom line” of the message – is always the
same. It’s only the words, the concepts, the
understanding that changes, from age to age and
teacher to teacher.
So this message is not “my”
message; it is the same, ageless, one message: It is
about God, Life, Creation.
The only thing that you might find
different is the method or flavour that is used to
present It.
It is my sincerest hope that this
little book will shed some Light, Understanding
and Peace in your Life.
With great affection,

Claudio


PDF  HERE


read by Pradeep Apte

Friday, March 20, 2020

Werner Erhard - Love




From a talk given by Werner Erhard on the Experience of Love in 1973
 

Let me tell you what love actually is. Love is the experience that someone’s all right the way they are. It’s not all the garbage. This thing about songs and all that survival stuff. All the stuff you talk about. What love actually is, is the experience that someone else is all right exactly the way they are. To love somebody you have to choose for them to be the way they are. Exactly. Not, "Gee, if you’d only cut your hair, then... you know, it would be okay." No, it’s got to be all right just that way. That’s perfect, that’s absolutely perfect, just that way. And, they’ve got to be all right the way they’re not. Now, if you make something all right the way it is and all right the way it’s not, what’s another word for that? Space. The person’s got the space to be. You know, they can be. They can be the way they are and they don’t have to. Because it’s all right with you for them not to be the way they are. And it’s all right with you for them to be the way they are. That’s love.

The bottom line is to accept the person the way they are and the way they are not, that’s love. Let me put it in more fundamental terms. To be able to tolerate someone the way they are and the way they are not – is loving them. The highest expression of love is the experience that you are creating that person exactly the way they are. They are your creation exactly the way they are, and you are creating the space for them to be any other way. That’s an ultimate expression of love. To create the space for people to be the way they are and to create the space for people to be the way they aren’t. That’s it. And if you’ll notice, there’s no survival, and it’s not worth anything. It’s not worth a thing. The only thing that happens to a person functioning in that space is that they discover themselves. The person creating that space – you know what happens to them? They discover themselves. That’s pretty much it on love. No big deal. It’s not all that complicated. It is relatively simple, just not so easy to do.

And what I’d like to do is to get to a little bit of what love is, and then take a little bit closer look at what blocks us from experiencing what love is, and essentially love is …. And that’s it. See, it isn’t any more complicated than that. And it’s very difficult to get that. You see, what’s very difficult to get is that’s all there is. All the rest of it is an illusion. You see “I love you” is an illusion. It really is. And I really hate to break people’s illusions up. I shouldn’t say that because I really enjoy doing it; it’s my business. (laughter) And I would really like to communicate that “I love you” is an illusion. And if you take a look at “I love you” you’ll see that “I love you” has to come from … (interruption) … So, this idea of “I love you” is really an illusion and I think if you’ll look at it with me for just a moment, you’ll see that it’s an illusion. If I walked up and say “I love you” that’s got to come out of the notion that I might not. You see, it’s got to come from a sense that there’s something other than “I love you”. It’s got to mean “not other things” and “not before I found out that I did, but now I love you”; and “I don’t love other things, I love you – and not other things”. You see, this whole struggle that you and I go through to achieve love, to get love, to have love, to be loved, to love each other; this whole thing that everybody keeps preaching about is all nonsense.

The fastest way to destroy love is to make a goal out of it, because people who are trying to be loved come from a place that they’re not loved. And people who are trying to love come from a place that they don’t love. And people who admonish other people about loving each other, never got it, they just never got it. That’s all nonsense; that admonishment to love one another. The truth is that that’s all there is. And if you take the barriers out of the way, if you take the pretenses out of the way, if you take those things that you didn’t take responsibility for in your life out of the way, what you have left is love. And that’s really the whole story about love. Love is. 





 

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Gerald Rhoades - Mad with joy

art  Rassouli



 You are filled with God’s glow.
It radiates out pure sparking light
making you appear as a mystical flower.
So why the sad face?
You have a bonfire of happiness within.
Why don’t you immerse your heart
in its blissful sweetness?
Do you still think it’s outside?
Listen, my friend,
the gold mine of all gold mines
is underfoot.
Won’t you feel foolish
when you discover
your father has bequeathed
immense wealth?
All your wandering and begging
has brought you naught.
Come sit by the fire
and feel it’s warmth.
Let’s drink wine
and look at the moon
until we become mad with joy.






more of his poems here

 

 

Nathalie Delay - Freedom





The need to possess and control comes from our mental conditioning.
These demands are not a native part of life, because everything in life is completely full, 
and in perpetual transformation.
Our mental faculties are unable to comprehend this beauty.
Giving ourselves to the contemplation of life makes it possible to touch the substance of reality.
Mental activity then becomes quiet, and settles to the bottom of our being.
There, need is absent and endless fulfilment appears.

An infinite treasure is waiting within us, if we turn our gaze toward the immensity 
and depth of our being.
We intuit that external security is a snare which puts us to sleep 
and keeps us from tasting true freedom,
but we dare not pay attention to this intuition, out of fear. 
One day the call of the open sea becomes too strong,
we dare to face the fear and explore the unknown without trying to master it.

The taste of freedom has become irresistible; we are at last ready 
to let our mental blueprints, our beliefs, our opinions, die.