Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Svein Myreng - Grace

There is a stillness

simpler than silence

a peace deeper

than calm.

There is a shimmering

in the dark soil,

shades of trees,

in old moss, and the twisted

forms of branches,

that hold us, carry us

and nurture us.

In the flash of the eye,

laughter, or a tear.

No effort needed, no self to seek,

just grace remains.


Saturday, March 17, 2018

Jennifer Welwood - Unconditional

Willing to experience aloneness,
I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear,
I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss,
I gain the embrace of the universe;
Surrendering into emptiness,
I find fullness without end.

Each condition I flee from pursues me,
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed
Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so,
Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is purest delight;
To honor its form — true devotion.


Friday, March 16, 2018

A.Einstein/R.Tagore - Same stream of life

A human being is part of the whole called by us ‘the universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical illusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free us from this prison by widening our circle of understanding and compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Αlbert Einstein

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

from Gitanjali written by Rabindranath Tagore

 Read the Historic Einstein-Tagore Meeting: On the nature of reality


Llewellyn Vaughan - A Time for Silence

Silence draws us inward, away from the clutter and distractions
of our outer life, to the deeper roots of our being.
Here our soul nourishes us, here we can be replenished,
and here we can help replenish our world.
The Earth is dying from the ravages of our culture, of our materialistic nightmare
which pollutes the air we breathe, the water we drink,
and starves our soul from its natural connection to the sacred.
In the silence we can drink deeply of the waters of life that are still pure,
we can commune with the primal forces of nature,
we can return to what is sacred and essential to our life and to the life of the Earth.

Read the full text HERE


Henri Le Saux/Abhishiktananda - Dhyana

Return within,
to the place where there is nothing,
and take care that nothing comes in.
Penetrate to the depths of yourself,
to the place where thought no longer exists,
and take care that no thought arises there!
There where nothing exists,
There where nothing is seen,
the Vision of Being!
There where nothing appears any longer,
the sudden appearing of the Self!
Dhyana is this!


Thursday, March 15, 2018

Fakhruddin 'Iraqi - The canvas of existence

 Each image painted
on the canvas of existence
is the form
of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean
spews forth new waves,
"Waves" we call them;
but there is only the Sea.

Many disparate waves do not make the sea a multiplicity;
no more do the Names make the Named more than One.
When the sea breathes they call it mist;
when mist piles up they call it clouds.
It falls again,
they name it rain;
it gathers itself and rejoins the sea.
And it is now the same sea it ever was. 


Chuck Surface - If you come for tea

 If you come for tea and sweets, my Muslim friend,
Don't leave in a huff if you see upon my wall,The picture of a Hindu Goddess smiling.

If you come to sit in fellowship, my Christian friend,
Don't curl your lip at the Moorish lanterns,
The books of Hafez, Sanai, and Attar strewn about.

If you come for the porch's soft breeze, my Buddhist friend,
Don't dismiss me as a deluded diest when tears well up,As I gaze at the Christian monstrance.

My house, my Heart, my Life,
Is a Wine of many grapes, but One Love,
A Garden of many Roses, but One Love.

"I profess the religion of Love," said Ibn Arabi,
"Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is the belief, the faith I keep."

And so it will be with us,
My friends of many faiths,
If you come for tea.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Marianne Broug - Embrace

I pull all the scattered and scared parts to me,
The small parts,
The pain-filled and tired parts,
The parts that have seen enough
Of the world’s angular pushing for now.

 I hold them all in softest embrace;
Soft as the caress of my lover’s cheek
Or the kindness of compassionate eyes.

 My hands, my breasts, my belly, my heart,
And take me in.
I curl myself into the warmth of my own soul.
Smoothing and soothing.

 I sink effortlessly in the depths of who I am,
Allowing all of life
Its place in this moment.

 Exquisite gentleness.

 And indescribable joy.