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For the Traveler

John O’Donohue wrote blessings. This poem weaves in and out as in a mystical and mysterious way. The poem is a journey itself and offers insight into the idea that each moment we live we experience the newness of time.

We often forget, as adults, that nature does not measure time with a clock. It just exists in a continuous movement that is whole in each present moment that holds all of history and all imagined future. In the blink of an eye, it is gone and replaced with a brand new moment.

When we pause and look inward, we find the territories of the spirit that secure us in our lives. Each moment, we visit reminds of the last, but holds it in its wholeness, as well.

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.

When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.

Truth Calls

I love Khalil Gibran poetry/prose and those look like bleeding hearts in the picture. My mom and her mom always had them in our yard. They are beautiful and fit the poetry.

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Truth calls to us, drawn by the innocent laughter of a child,
or the kiss of a loved one; but we close the doors of
affection in her face and deal with her as with an enemy.

source: Kahil Gibran, The Words of a Master
image: Eddie Two Hawks, Eddie’s Garden, May 2015

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In heaven there are no smartphones

Some days I just rely on humour. When I am in church, I notice how many people use their cell phones and text. I wonder, if God texts?

Bright, shiny objects!

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Dignity For The Damned

This is a powerful message about those who are often marginalized. To reach out even with a smile or a nod, sometimes is what speaks the loudest.

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May 13, 2015 Feast Of Our Lady Of Fatima. For MMZ, HIV positive.

Wheeling Me Home

You kneel broken
weeping tears
too copious
deserts turn to rivers.
A waterfall of sorrows
even tomorrow
cannot contain.

Body bent
spirit spent
Unable to hide
wounds
gaping wide
pus pouring out.

People shun you.
Each stare
a dagger to the heart.

What heart?
you ask
it is shattered
only memories
breathe for life.

Mercy
you scream
have pity
you plead
to gods known
now
even those unknown.

Silence.

For the damned
there is no religion.

Only kindness
will suffice.
Compassion is clemency~
unearned pardon
for a shallow life
lived in shadows.

You sit silently
ears numb
to the beating of life
no longer yours.

Hope abounds
for the living
but not for you.
You are almost gone.

The night remains
your only friend.
Steadfast and true
enfolding you.

Bid goodbye
to the light~
to a life

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Being Drawn

Two days in a row I re-blog a post quoting Rumi. He just finds a way into one’s heart with words and images of inspiration. Beauty is found in everyday events as we loosen the cobwebs from our eyes and realize that everything shows itself as a gift that we are drawn towards.

Candid Impressions

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

 – Rumi

At my age, I must confess,  it comes down to about being drawn by beauty in all its forms.Therefore it has much to do with being drawn into deeper ways of seeing. I’ve discovered that nurturing the “being drawn to” in life has a profound sense of freedom about it. Exertion begins to fall away and is slowly replaced by a natural attraction and movement. To be able to live and move in this sphere of  “natural attraction” also has a wonderful peace about it.

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731. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi

Emmanuel Levinas was a Talmudic scholar who suggested the ethical response when we are called is Here I Am. He said that was actually a question. When we respond to the Other in that manner, we are asking what can I do for you. Seeing the two Rumi quotes reminded me of that ethical response that is a question.

Sacred Touches

Love’s secret is always lifting
its head out from under the covers,
“Here I am!”
~Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

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Morning’s first light
kisses the day to wakefulness
and announces Yahweh’s presence.
See it!
Feel it!
Taste it!
Touch it!
Hear the secrets
the dawn has to tell!
~Natalie Scarberry

The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. ~Psalm 65:8   ✝

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The Meaning of Existence

I think this was a theme for the past week. What is existence? It is just being in the world and experiencing it in the most direct and pre-reflective way possible.

Les Murray writes about the impact that language has on how humans experience the world. Existentially, there is a difference between saying how we experience and saying how to experience. The former is just being and the latter is like a how-to manual.

When I just am, that is often the most rewarding moments I experience without realizing it and there is no way to intentionally recapture the moment. To just be is its own reward. When I try to express the feeling in words, it is indescribable. I use metaphoric, mythic, and poetic language to point at it, but always I fall short.

Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.

 Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
of my talking mind.

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