Buddha meets Bhakti in a joyous exploration of NOW!

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MAY
28
2014

let it go

let it go – the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise – let it go it was sworn to go let them go – the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers – you must let them go they were born to go let all go – the big small middling tall
MAY
28
2014

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions
MAY
28
2014

This body is not me

This body is not me; I am not caught in this body, I am life without boundaries, I have never been born and I have never died. Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies All manifests from the basis of consciousness. Since beginningless time I have always been free.
MAY
28
2014

The Well of Grief

Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning downward through its black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering the small round
MAY
28
2014

To Those I Love

If I should ever leave you To go along the silent way, grieve not, Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk Of me as if I were beside you there. (I’d come – I’d come, could I but find a way! But would not tears and grief be barriers?) And when you hear a
MAY
28
2014

In Blackwater Woods

Look the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds and every pond, no matter what its name is, is
MAY
28
2014

All is well

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air
MAY
28
2014

God I said: What about my eyes?

God I said: What about my eyes? said: Keep them on the road. I said: What about my passion? God said: Keep it burning. I said: What about my heart? God said: Tell me what you hold inside it? I said: Pain and sorrow. He said: Stay with it. The wounds are the place where Light
MAY
28
2014

Native American Prayer

I give you this one thought to keep – I am with you still – I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning’s hush I am the swift,
MAY
28
2014

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not here; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds
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