Saturday, November 20, 2021

Anandamayi Ma ~ Beauty in everything



 There is nothing in this universe that may be treated with disregard or contempt.
He acts His Divine Play
in infinite ways,
through infinite forms, and
in an infinite variety of settings.

Without appearing as the many, how can this Play be staged?
Do you not see how
light and darkness,
joy and sorrow,
fire and water,
are inextricably linked together
in one unbroken chain?

Remember that spiritual endeavour must be coupled with purity of heart. To the extent that we harbour unkind or narrow thoughts, we increase the cause of evil in the world.

What necessity is there to pay attention to what others have or have not?

Far better be intent on your own improvement.

If you can develop inner beauty, and enshrine Him, the ever Beautiful, in the glorious temple of your heart, you will then be able to perceive beauty in everything.




Thursday, November 18, 2021

Jeff Foster ~ Love is the only answer.



 I excavated the ruins of the lost city of my youth and I discovered my inner child buried there.

I did not have to heal him for he healed me, exalted me to the highest of places and gave me the Name above all other names.


I was raised from the dead by the dead and given new life by the ones I had betrayed and insulted in my ignorance.
That seems to me to be the definition of grace.

There is so much beauty and healing power in the night and fog, my love, in the destructive impulse and the timeless tragedy of the forgotten and the lonely.

We are much, much younger than we dream in our hubris and we are far greater than we could possibly know.

And I tell you now - Love is the only answer.

Yes, Love is the only and final answer.

It resurrects the dead, laughs at time and stretches its arms out wide in childlike expectation to the great mother.




Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Nancy Neithercut ~ The song of our aliveness sings itself


This is closer than the tongue in your mouth, your breath, your heart beat…
blooming and wilting simultaneously
we are this flowering beauty, not ever becoming,
yet utterly obvious and so familiar it cannot be found
or lost.

The song of our aliveness sings itself
erupting and dissolving without time or timelessness
rainbows cascading through infinite colors
never separate never joined
the silence the hush the rush of unknowing
pervades the song of silence

Nothing can be known or unknown, there are no things
yet stars bloom in your eyes,
and starlight hovers in your breath
you are the sparkling in between the between
that never was nor will ever be…

The wings of this and that soar into a heart beat of time and space
and an imaginary existence
no center or edge to the swirling dream scape can be found

Without before or after
without solidity or liquidity,
neither real nor unreal the dream is only what it seems…

How marvelous
how stupendous
how excruciatingly beautiful
this love that seems to swallow it all
swallow herself
taste itself
through your heart your eyes your lips your beautiful beautiful eyes.





 Nancy's blog


Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Mary Oliver ~ When I Am Among The Trees.


 When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”



art Adam Oehlers