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There are several translations of this Rumi poem.  This version is the one sung in this particular youtube video.  Listen to this and you will know the song by heart and maybe you will find yourself singing or humming it during the day and remembering, most of all, that it doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vows a thousand times before … just come.  Lovely!

Come, come, whoever you are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving

Come, come, whoever you are
This isn’t a caravan of despair

And it doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vows
a thousand times before

And yet again, come again, come, and yet again, come
‘Cause it doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vows
a thousand times before

Come again, come, come again

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I was talking with my friend the other day.  She likes to find a moment in each day and milk that moment right before she goes to bed at night and then add Abraham’s before sleep process, which I will append below this.

I love this idea.  Really, most every day has a moment, a peak moment that you could just ride the wave of that moment indefinitely.  So why not ride it some more?  And what’s even more fun, is noticing the little things during the day and asking each one: are you my big moment today? are you? oh, how about you?  Oh yes, YOU are my BIG moment today!  You just know it when it’s there.  Now the magic is not just in the moment but it’s in anticipating it, too.  I can string all of those moments, biggest to the smallest, together in the day and then reflect on them before sleep. Then add, if you like, Abraham’s “melt yourself into bed” at night process.

Lately Abraham says if you go to bed out of the vortex, you’ll wake up out of the vortex.  Vortex, shmortex, I’m not so sure about that.  I’ve gone to bed feeling pretty wonky and awakened feeling like: wow, what was that all about?  It’s just so off my radar now.  But nevertheless going to bed milking the moment or moments, can only leave you feeling “good, good, good, good vibrations”.

“We would put ourselves in our bed and we would lie there in the bed and try to achieve the feeling of appreciation. We would appreciate our bed. We would appreciate our day. We would compliment ourselves on the day’s achievement no matter how big or few they are. We would do our best to bask in our bed.

Before drifting off to sleep, we would set forth a thought, which is what we call prepaving, of pleasant anticipation of tomorrow. We would say something like, “Tomorrow will be a wonderful day.” And then we would try to find the feeling place of one of the most wonderful days we’d ever had. We’d try to find
the feeling place of waking up and being glad to be alive and feeling happy about our physical life experience. We wouldn’t spend a lot of time on it because you don’t want to stimulate yourself into a lot of thought right before you’re trying to go to sleep. We would just try to generate the feeling of subtle, good feeling, peaceful, loving appreciation.

We so want you to just melt into bed tonight, as you put yourself there and feel the warm embrace of Source Energy wrapping around you and through you — feeling nothing but appreciation and love for your willingness to play in this co-creative game with all of us.” ~ Abraham Hicks

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“There are all kinds of unlovely fruit. But you can detach yourself from your unlovely harvest by making an adjustment in your human
imagination. Ask yourself what you would like to harvest.” ~Neville Goddard

If you find that you are giving yourself to “unlovely fruit”, in your mind, imaginally, then the next step is:

what lovely fruit would you rather give yourself to?

Or stated in today’s language, (though I must say I love Neville’s way of speaking), what do you want?  It is said that practice begins with knowing what you want.  Harvesting unlovely fruit is knowing what you don’t want.  That’s ok though, because what you don’t want will point you to what you do want.

The canvas is all yours, you, me, we can paint unlovely fruit, we can paint anything we want.  So which is more desirable: paint the unlovely, yucky fruit or something beautiful and lovely to behold in our inner landscape?  I know it’s a complete no brainer when put that way.  So why do we sometimes attempt to harvest unlovely fruit?  The why doesn’t really matter.  It only matters that we do.  And sometimes just having a clear, simple direction for practice is all we need to lend ourselves to the fruit of our heart’s desires.

On our canvas, even the sky is not the limit, in other words, there are no limits.  So, do we paint paradise or a parking lot?  Sorry, Joni.  :)

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I Want to Write Something So Simply

I want to write something
so simply
about love
or about pain
that even
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think —
no, you will realize —
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your own heart
had been saying.

~Mary Oliver~
Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver

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The Trees

I was reading Mary Oliver poems last night from her book entitled “Evidence”.  It’s been awhile since I’ve posted her poetry.  She is such a beautiful voice for expressing her passion around life, living and nature.  I think it’s fitting then to conclude this month that heralded Spring’s arrival, with a handful of selections from Mary Oliver.

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The Trees

Do you think of them as decoration?

Think again.

Here are maples, flashing.
And here are the oaks, holding on all winter
to their dry leaves.
And here are the pines, that will never fail,
until death, the instruction to be green.
And here are the willows, the first
to pronounce a new year.

May I invite you to revise your thoughts about them?
Oh, Lord, how we are all for invention and
But I think
it would do us good if we would think about
these brothers and sisters, quietly and deeply.

The trees, the trees, just holding on
to the old, holy ways.

~Mary Oliver~
Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver

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I’ve gone back to finding my religion again, loosely translated that means I am believing something about my precious oldest daughter that is painful for me to believe.  Lately, every day I pick up ACIM and let a page fall open and speak to me. Today it opened to Lesson 54.  All ACIM quotes will appear in bold, the remainder will be my comments.

I have no neutral thoughts.

Neutral thoughts are impossible because all thoughts have power.  They will either make a false world or lead me to the real one.

Believing in my daughter’s condition is a false world.  It’s a world in which I believe she is not whole.  It’s a world of separation both by my belief in the condition and by my suffering with these thoughts about it.

I see no neutral things.

Let me look on the world I see as the representation of my own state of mind.

Let me remember that the world I currently see represents my departure from the real world where I let my fears take hold and make manifest this false world.

I am not alone in experiencing the effects of my seeing.

I am not alone in experiencing the effects of my thoughts.

I am alone in nothing.

What a relief.

I am determined to see.

I would behold the proof that what has been done through me has enabled love to replace fear, laughter to replace tears, and abundance to replace loss.  I would look upon the real world, and let it teach me that my will and the will of God are one.

Ok, I have one bone to pick here.  “I am determined”, sounds too willful and efforting to me.  I change it to: I surrender so that the real world may be revealed to me.  I surrender so that I might know where I thought there was darkness, there is light, where I thought there was pain, there is healing, where I thought there was something to fear, there is something to love, where I thought there was something missing, I find wholeness.

I surrender to remembering I don’t have the resources to see the bigger picture.  I surrender to remembering resting in the peace and stillness of God is worth more than any niggling fear could ever reap.  I surrender to make room for every little miracle to take the place of my false perceptions.  I surrender.  Again.

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surrendering to One Mind

fills me like the early morning light expanding into the day

this still small voice inside of me is never wholly silenced

here there are no problems and therefore no solutions

no piles of good and bad, wanted and unwanted

only pure, endless absolute Love

Love without reservation

resting in the Innocence of One Mind

Now, I am Home.

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