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Song of a Dream ~

ivonprefontaine:

This is a wonderful excerpt and image. There are magical and spiritual places where we can find Truth, Love, and Peace. Or, perhaps it is more apt to say they find us.

Originally posted on Maverick Mist:

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Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Excerpt from: Song of a Dream
Sarojini Naidu

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Happy Goodwill

ivonprefontaine:

The image and poem work together so well. It is what we, as adults, give our children: time, a kind ear, and support.

Originally posted on ladysighs:

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Dialogue

Dialogue.

The linked poem uses the word nature in an ambiguous and lovely way. Perhaps, we want to know our nature? Or, is it that we wait for nature to reveal itself more fully to us?

When we wait quietly and listen deeply, we hear the questions which are essential to dialogue. It is in the quiet we hear.

being…in the silence

ivonprefontaine:

Silence and solitude are our friends. They form a healing space we occasionally need. Gandhi suggested we speak only when it improves the silence. That might fit with what Carried shared in this post.

Originally posted on Lead Our Lives:

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”

- Plato

There is so much noise in our world.

A recent power outage here in my little corner of the US, reminded me of just how much noise there is. Meditation helps me find my quiet place within. How do you reconnect with You?

The quiet space within is a stark contrast to the constant reverberating of the seemingly incessant voices of our world. There are those who simply have to speak – all of the time.  Sooner or later, we no longer hear them. It’s as if we become “tone-deaf” to the sound of the voice and the delivery and content of the message.

I saw the quote above recently and was reminded of just how important quiet is…for everyone. There are those who speak, because they feel they have to say something to…

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Eliminating the Horizon

We need boundaries. They create structure in our lives. Having said this, I think Linda Nemec Foster asks a great question, “Who needs boundaries?” Can we close our eyes and imagine where the earth ends and the sky begins? Or, where the stream wanders it disappears from our sight?

Many years ago, Kathy and I camped with friends at Quesnel Lake, a beautiful and isolated glacially-fed lake, in central British Columbia.

There is a waterfall, named Niagara Falls, that flows into the east end of the lake.They are 30-40 metres high and narrow. As we approached the falls, we cut the boat motor and heard them thundering from about 1 km away.

We chatted and wondered about the waterfalls’ source. We arrived at a consensus is small lake at the base of a distant mountain fed Niagara Creek. I imagined what that looked like as we climbed to where the falls cascaded over the edge. There was a mountain in the distance which seemed to confirm our guess, but our view – our horizon – was obscured.

That evening, as we sat around the fire, we pulled maps out and found the river did not seem to be lake-fed, but just began at the base of a mountain. Today, I see different possibilities in my mind’s eye. It might be glacial fed, spring fed, or emerge from an unmarked, small lake.

When we close our eyes, we imagine what is beyond the boundaries and their limits. We move past horizons as our imaginations lead the way. There are no lines there.

Who needs boundaries?

If your eyes fail to imagine

where the earth ends and the sky

begins, think of a place bereft

of lines: the blue depths of a stream

flowing like hair that will never

be combed. Deep indigo of nothing

but fluid memory ebbing around

blossoms of white asters. “I remember

how flowers feel when you barely

touch them,” says the water. Like leaving

one world and embracing another:

seeds bursting into wildflowers,

clouds changing into rain,

the image of our borders

a mere outline the soul ignores.

ordinary gateway

ordinary gateway.

This is another post that I tucked away some time ago. The image is intriguing. Bert took a picture of a mushroom from underneath which is not where we look at things from quite often. Here, we find an ordinary gateway where the Sun lets us see things differently shining through the mushroom’s folds.

Martin Heidegger, a brilliant philosopher and not so great person, wrote that we can only see the face of an object unless we change our place in relationship to the object gaining a new perspective and insight.

When we change our point-of-view, it is like a new gateway into something we have not experienced. As well, when we go to the backside and underneath, perhaps there is an un-experienced silence. It is like driving past a mountain on a busy highway with its busyness that does not exist on the other sides. When we find those quiet spaces, the silence speaks to us from the object’s essence and something new reveals itself.

 

* Life is Made Up of Moments

* Life is Made Up of Moments.

When we live in each moment, life becomes fuller and richer. It is not like we know we are leaving each moment. Each moment flows like a river into the next. Living in each moment allows us to recognize the temporary nature of life.

When we slow down and remove some of the busyness and clutter, life flows more seamlessly. Here, we pause and take stock of the world.

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