What a difference a day makes

14 04 2011

 

 

today

I am

no different

than

I was

yesterday

but 

I see 

myself

differently

than I did

yesterday

and

that

makes

ALL 

the

difference

 

 

 





Speechless

24 03 2011

 

sign-language-love.jpg

 

There are no words to describe 

the shift I felt inside

the sense of completion

never experienced before

There are no words to describe 

the light that shines inside

I am bright as the sun

I light the whole the sky

There are no words to describe 

the love I feel inside,

unadultered, unfading

and free of charge for all

There are no words to describe 

the freedom I sense inside

because no one or no thing

can take the Love I am.

 

 

 





A love song

4 03 2011

This is a love song

for people who look life in the eye,

who have the guts to really live,

to feel the pain and be transformed by it.

They see their life as it is,

and choose to cherish all of it.

This is a love song

for the Marthas, for the Anne-Maries

and the Ragnas of this world,

for men and women

who have the courage

to love their lives as it is.

This is a love song

for the life I’ve been given,

for the life I am living,

and the life I am birthing,

for the love it inspires 

and the lessons it teaches.

 

This is a love song

for everyone

who is willing to love life.

 

 





Starlight

29 09 2009

Made
of the same material
as the stars above,
we are.

Light.
Shining brightly.
Simply being
brilliant.





Blessed are you

2 07 2009

Blessed are you,
stranger
that carries the light
of being.

Blessed are you,
stranger
that opens the door
to heaven.

Blessed are you,
stranger
that is my brother,
my sister,

me.





Eternity now

30 06 2009

Don’t look any further.
Close your eyes
and find stillness within.

Just stop for a minute.
Quiet your mind
and follow your breath.

Be here, be present.
Feel your body expand
beyond its physical limits,

and find eternity
now,
in this always present moment.





Living love

29 06 2009

*
*
*
*

*
Even
after
all this time
the sun never says to the earth,

“you owe
me.”

Look
what happens
with a love like that,
it lights the
whole
sky.

 Hafiz





Life will lead you

9 01 2009

 

 

When in stress, stop fighting. Stop resisting.
Take a deep breath. Connect to your breath.
Be grateful for it to flow through your body,
to supply oxygen, to give Life.

Right here, right now, embrace Life,
your life, your thoughts, your feelings.
Accept your reality for what it is.
Know that everything will be all right.

All you need to grow into you,
you have right here, right now.
Take a deep breath. Connect to your soul,
to this part of you that is eternal and wise.

Let your heart and mind be filled
with what your soul has to offer,
wisdom, courage and faith in abundance.
Feel that everything is and will always be all right.

Then you do what needs to be done.
Life will lead you.
Life will leave you stronger and wiser.
You will be all right

 

photo by Mack Martin





I dwell in Possibility -

7 12 2008

A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior – for Doors -

Of Chambers as the Cedars -
Impregnable of Eye -
And for an Everlasting Roof -
The Gambrels  of the Sky -

Of Visitors – the fairest -
For Occupations – This -
The spreading wide of my narrow Hands -
To gather Paradise -

Emily Dickinson





Life is now

15 08 2008

Life is now, only now.
While cleaning the bathroom,
or enjoying a rich chardonnay,
life is now, only now.
Smell it. Taste it.

Life is now, only now,
in the middle of a crisis.
On  a lazy afternoon
life is now, only now.
Accept it. Live it.

Life is now, only now.
When struck with grief
or crying tears of joy,
life is now, only now.
Feel it embrace it.

Life is now, only now.
With every breath you take,
aquaint yourself with this moment.
For life is now, always now.
Know it. Love it.





I am not my body

7 04 2008

I am not my body.
My body is a vessel, it carries the essence of me.
My body is the physical manifestation of the Life force I am.
It allows my being to sense everything this world has to offer.

I am not my body.
My body is dying, slowly decaying from birth to death.
My body is the temporary home of the eternal being I am.
It allows me to let go of all things material before I move on.

I am not my body.
My body is my shepherd, it leads me beside still waters.
My body is the spiritual teacher in the earthly life I chose.
It allows me to live in the moment, to be one with Life.

I am not my body
I live in this body, living proof of the creative being I am.





Many miles

14 11 2007

The feet of the heron,
under those bamboo stems,
hold the blue body,
the great beak

above the shallows
of the pond.
Who could guess
their patience?

Sometimes the toes
shake like worms.
What fish
could resist?

Or think of the cricket
his green hooks
climbing the blade of grass-
or think of camel feet

like ear muffs,
striding over the sand-
or think of your own
slapping along the highway,

a long life,
many miles.
To each of us comes
the body gift.

Mary Oliver





A question

7 11 2007

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

Robert Frost





Sweet darkness

31 10 2007

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love…

The dark will be your womb
tonight.
 
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
 
You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.
 
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

David Whyte





The Moment

17 10 2007

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood





Dreams

10 10 2007

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes 





A Psalm of Life

3 10 2007

 Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, – act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow





If

26 09 2007

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling





Closed path

19 09 2007

I thought that my voyage had come to it’s end
at the last limit of my power, - that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.

Rabindranath Tagore





The time will come

12 09 2007

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott – from Collected Poems 1948-1984





Touched by an angel

4 09 2007

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou





Song of Myself

27 08 2007

My respiration and inspiration…the beating of my heart…

the passing of blood and air through my lungs,

The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and

darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn…

The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields

and hillsides,

The feeling of health…the full-noon trill…the song of me

rising from the bed and meeting the sun.

Walt Whitman – Song of myself