Thursday, January 26, 2017

medicine





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When the wind blows
that is my medicine
When it rains
that is my medicine

When it hails
that is my medicine

When it becomes clear after a storm
that is my medicine


–Holy Woman Poem



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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

beyond mind





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Don’t rely on your mind for liberation. 
It is the mind that brought you into bondage.

Go beyond it altogether.


Nisargadatta Maharaj



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Sunday, January 22, 2017

just sit





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We just sit.

It is like something happening in the great sky.

Whatever kind of bird flies through it, the sky doesn’t care.
That is the mind transmitted from Buddha to us.


–Shunryu Suzuki


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Friday, January 20, 2017

Meditation Celestial and Terrestial





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The wild warblers are warbling in the jungle
Of life and spring of the lustrious inundations,
Flood on flood, of our returning sun.
Day after day, throughout the winter,
We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason
In a world of wind and frost,

And by will, unshaken and florid
In mornings of angular ice,
That passed beyond us through the narrow sky.

But what are radiant reason and radiant will
To warblings early in the hilarious trees
Of summer, the drunken mother?


–Wallace Stevens



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Saturday, January 14, 2017

the proof


 



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Ultimately, you are the proof that God exists, not the other way around. For before any question about God can be put, you must be there to put it.


–Nisargadatta Maharaj


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Thursday, January 12, 2017

slow growth

 



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The most living moment comes when
those who love each other meet each
other's eyes and in what flows
between them then. To see your face

in a crowd of others, or alone on a 
frightening street, I weep for that.

Our tears improve the earth. The
time you scolded me, your gratitude,

your laughing, always your qualities
increase the soul. Seeing you is a 

wine that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow

where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us.


–Rumi


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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

hope is the thing





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"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.



–Emily Dickinson



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the greatest of these






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Though I speak with the tongues of angels,
If I have not love...
My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophesy...
And understand all mysteries...
and all knowledge...

And though I have all faith
So that I could remove mountains,
If I have not love...
I am nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind;
Love tolerates all things,
Aspires to all things.
Love never dies.
While the prophecies shall be done away,
tongues shall be silenced,
knowledge shall fade...
thus then shall linger only
faith, hope, and love...
but the greatest of these...
is love.


1 Corinthians 13




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Friday, January 6, 2017

from a letter, Oct. 13, 1819, to his fiancée Fanny Brawne





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I have been astonished that men could die
martyrs for their religion –
I have shuddered at it,
I shudder no more.


I could be martyred for my religion.
Love is my religion
and I could die for that.
I could die for you.



–John Keats


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