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July 10, 2008

Friendship and Regrets

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,

As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,

'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
be too late.

Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends
and family, for they have helped
make you the person that you are today.
~Author Unknown

July 02, 2008

Kabir Poem

The flute of interior time is played whether we hear it or not,
What we mean by “love” is its sound coming in.         
When love hits the farthest edge of excess,it reaches a wisdom.
And the fragrance of that knowledge!
It penetrates our thick bodies,
It goes through walls—
Its network of notes has a structure as if a million suns were arranged inside.
This tune has truth in it.
Where else have you heard a sound like this?

~Kabir, Robert Bly Translation

June 15, 2008

Poem from The Kabir Book by Robert Bly

Don’t go outside your house to see flowers.

My friend, don’t bother with that excursion.

Inside your body there are flowers.

One flower has a thousand petals. 

That will do for a place to sit.

Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty

inside the body and out of it,

before gardens and after gardens.

~The Kabir Book

Robert Bly version

June 08, 2008

Food for Thought

In Creativeness

the stream of life flows freely,

and the free flowing is Joy.

The bliss of the mystic

is consciousness fused

with the free-flowing Life.”

  …Franklin Merrell-Wolff

May 29, 2008

The Swan

This laboring through what is still undone,
as though, legs bound, we hobbled along the way,
is like the awkward walking of the swan.
And dying—to let go,
no longer feel the solid ground we stand on every day–
is like his anxious letting himself fall
Into the water, which receives him gently
and which, as though with reverence and joy,
draws back past him in streams on either side;
while infinitely silent and aware,
in his full majesty and ever more indifferent,
he condescends to glide.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

May 20, 2008

Rumi Poem

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart. The light which fills the heart is the light of God.

~Rumi

May 12, 2008

Food for Thought

When I let go of what I am,

I become what I might be.

-- Lao Tzu
 

May 10, 2008

Poem

In the depth of winter,                            

  I finally learned                              

  that within me there lay                     

       an invincible summer.

-- Albert Camus (1913-1960)

February 16, 2008

Peace Begins With Me

I AM the serenity of a cool, calm lake.
I AM the strength of an old oak tree.
I AM the sweet music of a songbird.
I AM the fountain that sings with delight.
I AM the candle that burns brightly in the darkness.
I AM the nurturing embrace of a loving mother.
I AM the teardrop of joy.
I AM the ripple of laughter from an innocent child.
I AM the hand that reaches out to hold another in compassion.
I AM the heart that believes with faith.
I AM the flame of eternal Love.
I AM the pillar of Truth.
I AM the inner knowing of Oneness.
I AM the Love of the Creator.
I AM you, who is me.
I AM THAT I AM.
I AM LOVE.
I AM PEACE.
~Author unknown

January 24, 2008

Poetry

Angels
by Alix Taylor

Those creatures with
The lovely wings,
We call angels,
Do not need time.
They work on the instant.
They pick up God’s little
Telegrams and Immediately fly to
Our side to help us read them.