The Greatest Healing ~ Mooji

Naomi Shihab Nye - So Much Happiness

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…..

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known. 

Guanyin of the Southern Sea,

Liao (907-1125) or Jin Dynasty(1115-1234) Chinese  Housed in the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

Kwan Yin - also Quan Yin, Guan Yin or Guanyin - is the Bodhisattva of Compassion. Her name in Chinese is roughly translated to One Who Hears the Cries of the World. She is the goddess of compassion, the embodiment of loving kindness.

Rabindranath Tagore - Losing myself, I find Him

I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.
I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This 'I' beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.
Therefore I know
This'I' is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the Iffe of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.
From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think:
Bearing so many forms, so many names,
I come down, crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.
The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present,
Dwells in Man.
Within Him I shall find myself -
The 'I' that reaches everywhere.

Anandamayi Ma - Every form Thy Form indeed

Thou art Mother, Thou art Father,
Thou art Friend and Thou art Master,
Truly, Thou art all in all.
Every name is Thy Name,
Every quality Thy Quality,
Every form Thy Form indeed.

Rumi - How much more union can there be?

look at love...
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life

why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be?


–Rumi
Nader Khalili translation

Wu Hsin - Full with Emptiness

Whatever Happens
Whatever will happen will happen.
Just be clear: whatever happens doesn’t happen by you
as much as it happens through you.
Practices are ineffective in dissipating the illusion
because all practices take place within the illusion.
Thinking that you can remove your confusion
is symptomatic of the confusion.
Empty yourself of all ideas, all beliefs, and all concepts.
Then, make yourself full with emptiness and
see if there remains anything else to be done. 

John O'Donohue - Anam Cara

art Janet Balboa

“Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. 

Friendship is always an act of recognition. 

This metaphor of friendship can be grounded in the clay nature of the human body. 

When you find the person you love, an act of ancient recognition brings you together. 

It is as if millions of years before the silence of nature broke, your lover’s clay and your clay lay side by side. 

Then in the turning of the seasons, your one clay divided and separated. 

You began to rise as distinct clay forms, each housing a different individuality and destiny. 

Without even knowing it, your secret memory mourned your loss of each other. 

While your clay selves wandered for thousands of years through the universe, your longing for each other never faded. 

This metaphor helps to explain how in the moment of friendship two souls suddenly recognize each other. 

It could be a meeting on the street, or at a party or a lecture, or just a simple, banal introduction, then suddenly there is the flash of recognition and the embers of kinship glow. 

There is an awakening between you, a sense of ancient knowing.

 Love opens the door of ancient recognition. 

You enter. 

You come home to each other at last. 

As Euripides said, “Two friends, one soul.” 

John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom