Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The Way It Is













There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.







William Stafford
Photo:  Peter Bowers








Monday, January 16, 2017

Thy Will Be Done


What would it be like
to just sit
with no intention,
to give up this idea
that the mind
must be guided
or directed?

What would it be like
to give up the habit
of believing that one
aspect of experience
is more worthy
of attention
than the next?

What would it be like
to simply be
with no desire,
an empty cup
overflowing with
the nectar of
wanting nothing?





John Astin







Thursday, December 29, 2016

threshold



Anyone who has probed the inner life,
who has sat in silence long enough to experience
the stillness of the mind behind its apparent noise,
is faced with a mystery.

Apart from all the outer attractions of life in the world,
there exists at the center of human consciousness
something quite satisfying and beautiful in itself,
a beauty without features.

The mystery is not so much that these two dimensions exist -
an outer world and the mystery of the inner world -
but that we are suspended between them,
as a space in which both worlds meet . . .
as if the human being is the meeting point,
the threshold between two worlds.







Kabir Helminski
The Knowing Heart
Photo:  Peter Bowers






Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Entrance


Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
Out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
From viewing things already too well-known,
Lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
And put it in the heavens: tall, alone.
And you have made the world and all you see.
It ripens like the words still in your mouth.
And when at last you comprehend its truth,
Then close your eyes and gently set it free.





Rainer Maria Rilke
Translation:  Dana Gioia
Photo:  Peter Bowers





Monday, December 26, 2016

One being inside all


Lovers, it is time
for the taste of fire.

Let sadness and your fears of death
sit in the corner and sulk.

The sky itself reels with love.
There is one being inside
all of us, one peace.

Poet, let every word tremble its wind bell.
Saddle the horse with great anticipation.

Flute notes are calling us into friendship.
Begin again.  Play the melody
all the way through this time.

Sun-presence floods over.
Quietness is an empty cup.

Accept that you
must hide your secret.










Rumi
Translation:  Coleman Barks
Photo:  Peter Bowers

















Friday, December 23, 2016

It Depends On You



If in your heart you make
a manger for Love's birth,
Then God will once again
become a child on earth.







Angelus Silesius
Photo:  Peter Bowers





















Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Lighting of the Candle


Jyoti Jyoti Jyoti Swayam
Jyoti Jyoti Jyoti Param
Jyoti Jyoti Jyoti Arul
Jyoti Jyoti Jyoti Sivam
Vaama Jyoti Soma Jyoti
Vaana Jyoti Jnaana Jyoti
Maaha Jyoti Yoga Jyoti
Vaata Jyoti Naada Jyoti
Ema Jyoti Vyoma Jyoti
Eru Jyoti Veeru Jyoti
Eka Jyoti Eka Jyoti
Eka Jyoti Jyotiye


Light O Light of Self-Effulgence
Light O Light of Absoluteness
Light O Light of Gracefulness
Light O Light of Auspiciousness
Light of Siva, Light of Moon
Light Divine, Light of Wisdom
Light of Heaven, Light of Yoga
Light of Wind, Light of Sound
Light Delight, Light of Water
Rising Light, Vital Light
The Only Light, The Only Light
Give us Light, O Light of Lights















Arati Chant







Monday, December 5, 2016

Annuniciation






Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it
I know it is—and that if once it hailed me
it ever does—
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.





Marie Howe
Photo:  Peter Bowers






Saturday, December 3, 2016

the one guest


She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully
into a single cloth -
it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration

where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it's you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.





Rainer Maria Rilke
Book of Hours
Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Photo: Peter Bowers






Why I Wake Early


Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety -

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light -
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.





Mary Oliver
Photo:  Peter Bowers





Tuesday, November 29, 2016

devotion


a lasting marriage
when devotion has claimed you for its own
no longer any  chance to stray
a brief fling with illusion no longer satisfies
the truth demands utter fidelity
with no possibility of divorce

all pain must be faced
and embraced as the true countenance of
  your beloved

all fear must be met
and recognized as the thrill of tasting
  the unknowable

all joy must be surrendered
and acknowledged as a gift with
  no giver

this union only requires telling the truth
even when the truth shatters your dreams
even when the truth leaves you emptied out
even when the truth reveals your counterfeit
existence
then there is no other possibility
  than happily after





Nirmala
Gifts With No Giver
Photo:  Peter Bowers












Wednesday, November 23, 2016

To Come Home to Yourself



May all that is unforgiven in you
Be released.

May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.

May all that is unlived in you
Blossom into a future
Graced with love.





John O'Donohue
Photo:  Peter Bowers