Thursday, October 30, 2014

Living by Breaking

Like any other muscle,
the heart, when injured,
will clench. And stay that way

for a long, long time. Mostly likely
past the time of usefulness.
But when it relaxes again,

perhaps because it has been touched
in just the right way, or perhaps
just because it is exhausted

with its own clenching, well then
it is like when the sun hits the forest
in late morning and releases the scent

of pine and greening leaves.
And it is like when you walk past a spring
and a dozen blue butterflies all brush

you with their wings, a feeling so impossibly
soft and tender that you cannot help
but let the heart stay open, though you know

it will be wounded again. It is not
the heart in the end that matters.
It is the love.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Ceremony of Delight


The air I am breathing was exhaled in ecstasy
By an ancient sun.
This earth I am standing on
Was born of cosmic fire.
The blood flowing through my veins
Is as salty as the primordial ocean.
The space permeating my body
Is infinite as the space all around.

Above, below, to all sides, within,
The elements of the universe
Are engaged in their ceremony of delight.

This is my religion.
The attraction between suns
Is the same 
As the love pulsating in my heart.

~ Vijnana Bhairava Tantra
    translated by Lorin Roche

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Yes


Always say “yes” to the present moment. What could be more futile, more insane, than to create inner resistance to what already is? What could be more insane than to oppose life itself, which is now and always now? Surrender to what is. Say “yes” to life - and see how life suddenly starts working for you rather than against you.

~  Eckhart Tolle

Monday, October 27, 2014

Consider the Lilies


Consider the lilies,
how they use their 
precious blooming to 
share beauty with 
this world. You, too,
were born to open
in the light. You, too,
are given life to
cultivate your gifts 
and let them lift you
out of fear and doubt.
A vast garden of love
is all around you now
if you can see beyond
the tangled weeds
to the mystery and 
radiance beneath.

~ Danna Faulds

Friday, October 24, 2014

Choice


I am not what happened to me.
I am what I choose to become.

~ Carl Jung

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Blessing


The word “blessing” is related in English to the word “blood.” Blessing is like the spiritual bloodstream that flows through the universe. When we bless something we are returning what we have received to its source. We know we receive life and breath from a source which is beyond us.

We haven’t bought it or earned it. We are just put here and life comes to us from some mysterious source, and we can give it back. That is like the blood coming from the heart and going back to the heart. That blood keeps on flowing and if we tune in to the bloodstream of blessing the world comes alive. The same thing happens if we cut off the bloodstream or drain the sap from a tree; life withers.

The gifts or blessings of life are always there but if we are not aware of them, they don’t do much for us. That is where gratefulness comes in. Gratefulness makes us aware of the gift and makes us happy. As long as we take things for granted they don’t make us happy. Gratefulness is the key to happiness.

~ David Steindl-Rast

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Take Love For Granted


Assume it's in the kitchen,
under the couch, high
in the pine tree out back,
behind the paint cans
in the garage. Don't try
proving your love
is bigger than the Grand
Canyon, the Milky Way,
the urban sprawl of L.A.
Take it for granted. Take it
out with the garbage. Bring
it in with the takeout. Take
it for a walk with the dog.
Wake it every day, say,
"Good morning." Then
make the coffee. Warm
the cups. Don't expect much
of the day. Be glad when
you make it back to bed.
Be glad he threw out that
box of old hats. Be glad
she leaves her shoes
in the hall. Snow will
come. Spring will show up.
Summer will be humid.
The leaves will fall
in the fall. That's more
than you need. We can
love anybody, even
everybody. But you
can love the silence,
sighing and saying to
yourself, "That' s her."
"That's him." Then to
each other, "I know!
Let's go out for breakfast!"

~ Jack Ridl