Mind, words, and even desires have very little influence on what happens to us.
It is faith that moves mountain.
It is the heart.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The Colors Behind Colors
The Heart is the real flower.
With constant care it blooms.
New colors dress it daily.
And still the divine perfume.
This eternal beauty shall not fade.
With constant care it blooms.
New colors dress it daily.
And still the divine perfume.
This eternal beauty shall not fade.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
A Little Prayer
Twice today I tried to manipulate God. How crazy is that?
Sorry God, for treating you like an idiot,
like a stock clerk who might give me something if I ask in the right way.
I hope that in the future,
when you give me something (desired or not),
it will provoke in me the awareness of your love
and companionship.
I see now that I am still small and silly enough to do such things
but I am not sure that I can get away with it anymore
now that I start to see what it means.
Not without some shame.
Does it hurt you when people slight you out of ignorance?
How much more when they should know better?
Thank you for your patience.
Sorry God, for treating you like an idiot,
like a stock clerk who might give me something if I ask in the right way.
I hope that in the future,
when you give me something (desired or not),
it will provoke in me the awareness of your love
and companionship.
I see now that I am still small and silly enough to do such things
but I am not sure that I can get away with it anymore
now that I start to see what it means.
Not without some shame.
Does it hurt you when people slight you out of ignorance?
How much more when they should know better?
Thank you for your patience.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see”
Hebrews 44:4
I saw this quote on Journey of the Minds Eye http://argesimages.wordpress.com/
and I thought that it belonged here too.
Curious how our hopes, which seem so small and subjective, are actually the fuel that sustains the universe.
Hebrews 44:4
I saw this quote on Journey of the Minds Eye http://argesimages.wordpress.com/
and I thought that it belonged here too.
Curious how our hopes, which seem so small and subjective, are actually the fuel that sustains the universe.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Soft Light
Tears of joy and tears of sadness
wash my face and cool a burning soul.
It is joy to remember… “Yes, there just might be a place called home.”
Surely tender friends wait for me to join them.
Blessed joyous hope commingles with blessed sorrow.
Pity for the deeply afflicted Self, left alone for so long.
Knowledge of the long periods of darkness.
Long, dark nights of the soul,
softened by rare but complete moments of light.
How blessed these moments.
wash my face and cool a burning soul.
It is joy to remember… “Yes, there just might be a place called home.”
Surely tender friends wait for me to join them.
Blessed joyous hope commingles with blessed sorrow.
Pity for the deeply afflicted Self, left alone for so long.
Knowledge of the long periods of darkness.
Long, dark nights of the soul,
softened by rare but complete moments of light.
How blessed these moments.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Form and Formless
The divine oft' awaits us in myriad forms,
desiring our longing looks and warm embraces.
Naively we mistake the form for the divine being
and are left clinging to an empy shell
while the playful entity calls to us
from another corner of the room,
all the while living in our hearts.
desiring our longing looks and warm embraces.
Naively we mistake the form for the divine being
and are left clinging to an empy shell
while the playful entity calls to us
from another corner of the room,
all the while living in our hearts.
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