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IN BEAUTY
MAY I WALK
THROUGH THE REURNING SEASONS
MAY I WALK
BEAUTIFULLY WILL I POSSES AGAIN
BEAUTIFULLY BIRDS BIRDS
BEAUTIFULLY JOYFUL BIRDS
ON THE TRAIL MARKED WITH POLLEN
MAY I WALK
WITH GRASSHOPPERS ABOUT MY FEET
MAY I WALK
WITH DEW ABOUT MY FEET
MAY I WALK
WITH BEAUTY MAY I WALK
WITH BEAUTY BEFOR ME
MAY I WALK
WITH BEAUTY BEHIND ME
MAY I WALK
WITH BEAUTY ABOVE ME
MAY I WALK WITH BEAUTY ALL AROUND ME
MAY I WALK
IN OLD AGE,WANDERING ON A TRAIL OF
BEAUTY,LIVEY,
MAY I WALK
IN OLD AGE,WANDERING ON A TRAIL OF BEAUTY,BEAUTY LIVING AGAIN,
MAY I WALK,
IT IS FINISHED IN BEAUTY.
IT IS FINISHED IN BEAUTY.
ROBERT SAY`S
MY AIM IS TO TRY TO HELP OTHERS FEEL THAT ALL IS NOT LOST AND OVER TIME CALMNESS AND TRANQUILITY CAN BE PART OF EVERYONES LIFE!!!! AND THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING ONCE PAST THE DARKNESS OF THE MIND !!!
WHAT IS LIFE?
WHAT IS LIFE? IT IS THE FlASH OF THE FIREFLY
IN THE NIGHT. IT IS THE BREATH OF A
BUFFALO IN WINTERTIME. IT IS
THE LITTLE SHADOW WHICH RUNS ACROSS THE
GRASS AND LOSES ITSELF IN THE SUNSET..
REMEMBER,REMEMBER THE SACREDNESS
OF THINGS RUNNING STREAMS AND DWELLINGS
THE YOUNG WITHIN THE NEST
A HEARTH FOR SACRED FIRE
THE HOLY FLAME
MY SPIRITGUIDE
THE LAND
I STAND ON
IS MY BODY.....
THE EARTH AND MYSELF ARE OF ONE MIND.
THE MEASURE OF THE LAND AND THE MEASURE OF
OUR BODIES ARE THE SAME...
TAKE THE BREATH OF THE NEW DAWN
AND MAKE IT PART OF YOU.
IT WILL GIVE YOU STRENGTH..
ONCE YOU HAVE HEARD THE MEADOWLARK AND
CAUGHT THE SCENT OF FRESH-PLOWED EARTH,PEACE
CANNOT ESCAPE YOU.
THE
TRAIL
IS
BEAUTIFUL,
BE
STILL,
...HEALTHY FEET CAN HEAR
THE VERY HEART OF HOLY EARTH...
LISTEN! OR YOUR TONGUE WILL MAKE YOU DEAF.!!!!
SILENCE IS THE ABSOLUTE POISE OR BALANCE OF BODY,
MIND AND SPIRIT. THE MAN WHO PRESERVES HIS
SELFHOOD IS EVER CALM AND UNSHAKEN BY THE
STORMS OF EXISTANCE...IF YOU ASK HIM: "WHAT IS
SILENCE?" HE WILL ANSWER." IT IS THE GREAT
MYSTERY. THE HOLY SILENCE IS HIS VOICE.IF YOU
ASK : " WHAT ARE THE FRUITS OF SILENCE?" HE WILL
SAY:"THEY ARE SELF-CONTROL, TRUE COURAGE OR
ENDURANCE,PATIENCE,DIGNITY AND REVERENCE.
SILENCE IS THE CORNERSTONE OF CARACTER."
this from another healers site!!
A Dream Ignites from Within A Dream Ignites you wonder Why You seem to have been here before But all the streets seem different somehow Where did you make the wrong turn Before you look and start to scream Look toward the stars And if you Need help to understand There is one who will lead toward real wisdom She will set your Mind at Ease She Will give you hope So you can control what the world throws at you And she will not leave you in the cold Look to the one with a Heart And her spirit soars with Pride She will not lead you astray But show you that things can Change If you look at the Chart she makes Chelle is not like most She will tell you all She will not hold anything back She will show you how to take Command So sing out with the wind And stand up with pride Let her do your chart And free your doubtful mind Copyright 2006 Charles Anthony Kenyon Love this Poem Tony
THE EYE OF GOD
Power of Prayer
I am in heaven
Hallowed is my name
My kingdom comes
My will be done
On earth as in heaven
I create what I need
Embrace all “mis-takes”
For mine is the kingdom
I create it all
The Power
And the Glory
Forever and Ever
Amen
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want...
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is
your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear- to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be
so happy.
From “Love Poems From God” by Daniel Ladinsky
The Unaccepted Gift
Once a man went to see Buddha and he started to abuse him, but Buddha kept silent. Finally, the man became frustrated and asked him why he didn't answer.
The Buddha asked him, "If a man declined to accept a gift, to whon did it return to?"
The man answered, "Why, to the person who gave it of course."
The Buddha said, "I don't accept your gift of abuses."
The Buddha took this opportunity to teach his disciples and said that when a wicked man abuses a virtuous person, it is like one who looks up and spits at heaven. Heaven does not get soiled, but the spittle will only fall back on him
your pulse whispers at my throat
as fingers gently improvise
upon your skin
a melody
i felt
i heard you singing
once;
and now,
even with your lights
turned down
you murmur
from behind your curtains,
joy
spilling
from your lips
like
diamonds on
my skin
I love this beautiful reminder from Rabindranath Tagore
And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth’s green covering of grass;
In the blue serenity of the Sky;
In the reckless exuberance of Spring;
In the severe abstinence of gray Winter;
In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame;
In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright;
In Living;
In the exercise of all our powers;
In the acquisition of Knowledge;
in fighting evils…
Joy is there Everywhere.
Rabindranath Tagore
i measure the worth of
this life by
what my lips draw from it,
by how its perfume
stimulates remembrance, by how
it brushes against my throat, tangles in my hair and
seduces me,
by how it sings to me,
the stories that it tells and
the untruths i'm so desperate to believe,
and by the kaleidoscope of faces
like fallen leaves
collecting at my feet
yet i am not
this insubstantial form i wear,
this rice paper lantern imagining
an ending at my skin
as a child believes this world to be
bounded by the sky
i am what lies beneath
i am the same flickering
untameable dancing that
animates us all
cameron
Snowdrop
Rejoice ,rejoice ,rejoice, for I have come to herald the birth of the new.
Cast away the old and embrace the destruction of the old decaying forms which no longer serve.
I am the new, resurrected out of the embers of that fiery love which is what I am.
I have two faces, one so horrible you would not know me there as God, and one so profound you cannot conceive it or believe it.
I am the immortal fiery essence of God, instilled in the heart of man, of animal, of plant, of all that lives and breathes and moves and thinks itself into being.
I am life. I am death. I am the fiery breath of God which creates and destroys by the Divine Will.
I separate and divide, I bind and I loosen and I coalesce the energies of the substance which is the kernal of immortal life.
I am the eternal flame.
Flower message communicated by Marion Leigh .
The Findhorn Garden 20th February 1994
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
- Rumi
