Archive for February, 2008


somewhere in-between
the spaces of an
unnamed grief

lies a crack
an opening
where stillness enters

a faint interlude
beyond the in-breath
and the out-breath

shrunken, emptied vessel
that I might rise to
myself once again
~elizabeth adams

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There is a new “you” every day.
Every morning when you wake up
you are literally being born anew and
afresh.  Try new routines each day;
see if you can make even the small things
more conscious. When you do new things
you are conscious and aware of the present
moment. You are paying attention, fully
alert.  Doing new things is invigorating to
the physical body.

Orin & DaBen through Sanaya Roman
from the book, Living With Joy

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Question posed to Author and Spiritual Leader – Byron Katie

How can the realization of the changeless, timeless ultimate reality
help us to navigate a future in which constant change may well be
the only constant?


How do we respond to a world that seems out of control? The world
seems that way because it ‘is’ out of control—the sun rises whether
we want it to or not, the toaster breaks, someone cuts you off on
your way to work. We’ve never had control. We have the illusion of
control when things go the way we think they should, and then when
they don’t, we say we’ve lost control, and we long for some sort of
state where we imagine we’ll have control again.

But suffering isn’t a result of not having control or of things
accelerating. It is a result of arguing with reality. When we
believe our thoughts, we suffer, but when we question them, we don’t
suffer. Freedom is as simple as that. When the unquestioned mind
moves out of its arguments with reality, we move into alignment with
constant change. After all, change is happening anyway, whether we
like it or not. Everything changes, it seems. But when we’re
attached to our thoughts about what that change should be, being out
of control feels uncomfortable.

If there is, in fact, an acceleration of changes, it’s a gift. The
apparent craziness of the world, like everything else, is a gift
that we can use to set our minds free. You can’t free yourself by
finding a “timeless, changeless dimension” outside your own mind.
When you question what you believe, you eventually come to see that
you ‘are’ the timeless, changeless dimension that you’ve been
seeking. Then you may find that you don’t need to navigate a future
at all—that what appears now is all you’ve got, and even that is
always immediately gone. And when you’ve stopped doing war with
reality, you ‘are’ what changes, totally without control. That state
of constant change is creation without limits, efficient and free
and beautiful beyond description.

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Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation,
should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on
an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves.
The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens
I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind.
I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have
were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing
should be treated more carefully than anything else. In
mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant,
and teapot are all sacred.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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The Beginner

I like this quote a lot, approaching anything with the lightness
of a beginner – that just makes my heart sing and it encourages
me to approach almost anything.  Love, Bethie

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple
was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness
of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner
again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most
creative periods of my life. (Steve Jobs co founder and CEO of Apple)

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Body and Soul

I am the poet of the Body
and I am the poet of the Soul
The pleasures of heaven are with me
and the pains of hell are with me
The first I graft and increase upon myself,
the latter I translate into a new tongue.

Walt Whitman

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There are these: the blue
skirts of the ocean walking in now, almost
to the edge of town,

and a thousand birds, in their incredible wings
which they think nothing of, crying out

that the day is long, the fish are plentiful.

And friends, being as kind as friends can be,
striving to lift the darkness.

Forgive me, Lord of honeysuckle, of trees,
of notebooks, of typewriters, of music,
that there are also these:

the lover, the singer, the poet
asleep in the shadows.

Poems by Mary Oliver

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Trust What You Create

If you find yourself denying that you created a
portion of your experience, and you don’t want to own it as your
creation, simply look at it. Say, “Isn’t this interesting – I do
this all of the time. I don’t want to own what I am creating. If I don’t
like it, I blame someone else. Let me see how long I will do this, and
let me come up with a solution to develop a different pattern of
behaviour.” Don’t judge yourself. Begin to say to yourself, “I will
accept responsibility for all that I am involved in. I will accept
responsibility for everything that happens to me. If I don’t like what
is happening to me, I will begin to ask myself why I create things that
I don’t like. Maybe it’s to get my attention about something so that I
can change what is really not working for me that I cannot see.” Always
act as if there is an impeccable purpose to everything you do. Act as if
your highest good and your highest opportunity involve working through
every event you are involved in. Always act that way. It you are
walking down the street and someone says, “I’ve got a gun in your back;
lets have your purse,” act as if you are being given an opportunity for
your highest growth. You never know what the results are going to be if
you begin to act this way. When you act as if, you act without knowing
and without expectation. This is an attitude. If you all could have
this attitude and act as if every event is designed to propel you
further in your growth and awareness, then you might turn around and
become conscious that the person holding the gun in your back is a
counterpart or portion of yourself. You might be able to heal
something; you might be given an opportunity to do something you are
afraid of.

Do not be afraid of what you create. Trust what you create. Trust that
there is always something in it for you. Do not sweep your dramas under
the rug as if they are dirty old horrible things and you never wish to
see them again. Get finished with these dramas: stop cycling in them
and being lost in them. However, understand that the drama you have had
with your mother, your brother, your sister, your lover is something
you may use 20 years later to come to a whole new spiritual
realisation. So let these life dramas be like a file for you. Finish
them up, resolve them as best you can, create peace, accept your part
in them, and then let them cycle back through your consciousness to
teach you something. Let them be ongoing treasures of experience for
yourself rather than hackles that you want to get past.

The Pleiadians through Barbara Marciniak
excerpted from Bringers of the Dawn

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The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Billy Collins

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what if I were a certain kind of pine tree?
umbrella pine perhaps.
would I still have a role, an identity?

upturned clusters of long needles
long enough to stretch across a piano keyboard
I am told.

starting my lessons now as a sapling
before anything much takes root
my bark still rough
my true nature not fully exposed yet

that I will be the fairest of the pines
my pine needle cups facing the sky
to capture the sun, then the rain
and then to let it all go again

holding onto nothing except
this exquisite moment.

~elizabeth adams

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