Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Can We Just Lie Down.....



"Can we just lie down,
feel the earth spin beneath us 
and breathe together?"

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Happiness Is......



“Happiness is not a brilliant climax 
to years of grim struggle and anxiety. 

It is a long succession of little decisions 
simply to be happy in the moment.” 


J. Donald Walters

Monday, March 28, 2011

Sailing Through The Light





The mind, this globe of awareness, 

is a starry universe that when you push off with your foot,

a thousand new roads become clear, 

as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light. 

Rumi

This Is Not A Caravan Of Despair.






Come, whoever you are! 
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. 

This is not a caravan of despair. 

It doesn't matter if you've broken your vow a thousand times,
still and yet again come! 

Rumi


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

She Was Breathing Deeply....






"She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt.

At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. 

The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. 


A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth." 

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Breath of Kindness




“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort 

of feeling safe with a person, 


having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, 

but pouring them all out, just as they are, 

chaff and grain together, 


certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, 

keep what is worth keeping, 

and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.”


George Eliot