Musings

 

Like the Wind ///

I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself.

I was song, and the refrain which is God is still roaring in my ears.

Now I am still

and plain:

no more words.

To the others I was like the wind.

I made them shake.

I’d gone far, as far as the angels and high, where light things into nothing.

But deep in the darkness is God…

-Rilke

 

A Gift to Bring You ///

You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.

Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.

Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.


―Rumi

 

Skinning Your Knees on God ///

Little by little,

You will turn into stars.

 

Even then, my dear,

You will only be

A crawling infant,

Still skinning your knees on God.

 

Little by little,

You will turn into

The whole sweet, amorous Universe

In heat

On a wild spring night,

 

And become so free

In a wonderful, secret

And pure Love

That flows

From a conscious,

One-pointed

Infinite need for Light.

 

Even then, my dear,

The Beloved will have fulfilled

Just a fraction,

Just a fraction!

Of a promise

He wrote upon your heart.

 

When your soul begins

To Ever bloom and laugh

And spin in Eternal Ecstasy -

 

O little by little,

You will turn into God.

-Hafiz, I Heard God Laughing

The Quiet Power ///

I walked backwards, against time
and that’s where I caught the moon,
singing at me.

I steeped downwards, into my seat
and that’s where I caught freedom,
waiting for me, like a lilac.

I ended thought, and I ended story.
I stopped designing, and arguing, and
sculpting a happy life.

I didn’t die. I didn’t turn to dust.

Instead I chopped vegetables,
and made a calm lake in me
where the water was clear and sourced and still.

And when the ones I loved came to it,
I had something to give them, and
it offered them a soft road out of pain.

I became beloved.

And I came to know that this was it.
The quiet power.
I could give something mighty, lasting,
that stopped the wheel of chaos,

by tending to the river inside,
keeping the water rich and deep,
keeping a bench for you to visit.

– Tara Mohr

The wild Self ///

The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.


―Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Chemistry or Alchemy ///

The master was asked what was the difference between chemistry and alchemy in couple relationships and he replied with these beautiful and wise words:


People who seek ′′Chemistry′′ are love scientists, i.e. they are used to action and reaction.

People who encounter ′′Alchemy′′ are artists of love, constantly creating new ways of loving.

Chemicals love out of necessity.
The alchemists by choice.

Chemistry dies with time,
Alchemy is born through time ...

Chemistry loves the packaging.
Alchemy enjoys the content.

Chemistry happens.
Alchemy builds itself.

Everyone is looking for chemistry,
only a few find alchemy.

Chemistry attracts and distracts sexist and feminist.

Alchemy integrates the male and female principle, so it transforms into a relationship of free individuals with their own wings, rather than an attraction that is subject to the whims of the ego.

In conclusion, the master said
looking at his students:

Alchemy brings together what chemistry separates.

Alchemy is royal marriage.
Chemistry & divorce we see everyday in most couples.

Let's start building conscious relationships, because chemistry will always make your body age.

While alchemy will always caress us from within.

- Author Unknown

From The Depths Of Primordial Essence ///

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life. As soon as we are born the return begins, at once the setting forth and the coming back; we die in every moment. Because of this many have cried out. The goal of life is death! But as soon as we are born we begin the struggle to create, to compose, to turn matter into life; we are born in every moment. Because of this many have cried out: The goal of ephemeral life is immortality! In the temporary living organism these two streams collide: (a) the ascent toward composition, toward life, toward immortality; (b) the descent toward decomposition, toward matter, toward death. Both streams well up from the depths of primordial essence. Life startles us at first; it seems somewhat beyond the law, somewhat contrary to nature, somewhat like a counteraction to the dark eternal fountains; but deeper down we feel that Life is itself without beginning, an indestructible force of the Universe. Otherwise, from where did that superhuman strength come which hurls us from the unborn to the born and gives us - plants, animals, men - courage for the struggle. But both opposing forces are holy. it is our duty, therefore, to grasp that vision which can embrace and harmonize these two enormous, timeless and indestructible forces, and with this vision to modulate our thinking and our action.

-Nikos Kazantzakis, The Saviors of God

Merge With The Invisible ///

Beyond the mind, on the edge of the heart’s holy precipice, I proceed, trembling. One foot grips the secure soil, the other gropes in the darkness above the abyss.

Behind all appearances, I divine a struggling essence. I want to merge with it.

I feel that behind appearances this struggle essences is also striving to merge with my hear heart. But the body stands between us and separates us. The mind stands between us and separates us.

What is my duty? To shatter the body, to rush and merge with the Invisible? To let the mind fall silent that I may hear the Invisible calling.

-  Nikos Kazantzakis, The Saviors of God

 

Two As One ///

I have abolished duality from myself.
I have seen the two worlds as One!
One I seek,
One I know,
One I see,
and One I call.

-Rumi

Soaked With Intelligence///

If a child were to appear at your door – cold, frightened, alone, and tired from a long journey…If he or she were anxious, heartbroken, raging, and confused… unsure of why they have come here, where God is, whether or not they have been forsaken…

Would you refuse entry to the little one? Would you first demand that his fear dissolve, her anxiety be healed, his confusion clarify, or her heart be mended?

In your most authoritative spiritual voice, would you urge the little one to first "get over it,” accept everything the way it is, urgently forgive those who have harmed them, or quickly “raise their vibration?”

Or would you provide sanctuary and safe passage from a long voyage? A warm, safe, contained temple in which the stories, the feelings, and the images of this one ragingly alive nervous system can be illuminated and held, articulated and metabolized in an environment of open, tender interest, curiosity, and love?

Inside this majestic human body the beloved is at work, spinning out worlds of experience which are soaked with intelligence, sacred data, and saturated with both sweet and fierce grace. Things are rarely what they seem here… doorways and portals opening and closing by way of the breath of the divine as it makes its way into form…

as it finds its way into this rare world of time and space… with you as its vessel.

 

- Matt Licata 

 

Mother Wisdom Speaks ///

I am the maiden of joy. 


I am song in the wind and rain upon the rocks. 

I am fair love and holy hope and the flight of the dove.

 I am earth, betrothed. I am mystical rose. 


I am the mother of mystery. 


I hold opposites together.

 I birth children and sever the cord with my teeth. 

Those I love I send away to their lives.

 I am the cauldron of fire and the cup of milk. 

I am the two edged knife. 



"I am the old woman: I am the queen. 


If you seek me you will find me everywhere. 

I am the womb of wise blood. 

I am the world's crown. I am diamond. I am pearl.

 I shine with the wisdom of God. 



I am the circle of being. 


I am glory — splendor of infinite life. 

I am the spiral, the fullness of being, fully becoming, forever, world without end.

~ ~ ~

Some of you I will hollow out.
I will make you a cave.
I will carve you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.
You will be a bowl.
You will be the cup in the rock collecting rain...

I will do this because the world needs the hollowness of you.
I will do this for the space that you will be.
I will do this because you must be large.
A passage.
People will find their way through you.
A bowl.
People will eat from you
and their hunger will not weaken them to death.
A cup to catch the sacred rain....

Light will flow in your hollowing.
You will be filled with light.
Your bones will shine.
The round open center of you will be radiant.
I will call you Brilliant One.
I will call you Daughter Who is Wide.
I will call you transformed.

- Christin Lore Weber

Still, I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Maya Angelou

 

Be Empty ///

If you want to become whole, 

let yourself be partial.

If you want to become straight,

let yourself be crooked.

If you want to become full,

let yourself be empty.

If you want to be reborn, 

let yourself die.

If you want to be given everything, 

give up everything.

- Tao Te Ching