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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