- fully living in this sacred now/here moment
- listening for the nightbird's song
- walking with awareness the path of the humanist imperative
- committing every breath to memory
- practicing tonglen
- doing acts of tikkun olam
- loving hungry ghosts
- singing hymns to the dark
- a rambling ee cummings sensibility to punctuation
- the one who believes in you
All love is expansion,
all selfishness is contraction.
Love is therefore the only law of life.
He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying.
Therefore love for love's sake,
because it is law of life,
just as you breathe to live.
- Swami Vivekananda -
i know there is only one power worth having. and that is the power, not to take, but to accept. not to have, but to give.
TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE “To dream of skating on ice means satisfaction with a current project.” --Dictionary of Dreams
Amidst white groves Inside a lilac tree I gaze at airy flights across a frozen lake.
Like soaring birds We are all of us, skating on ice. Spanning circuits Dense, ring-shaped, Effortless, Dazzling as a diamond dream Before the break.
Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow And the semblance watches me. A shrill remembrance, The impervious stare of quartz: A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.
The break below faces a ruptured skyline. Its path Squalls out for meaning. The meaning is the sea. I seize the mirror and the likeness mirrors me.
Beneath the brightness, a shadow floats Under a pond of ice.
Freezing up in time and space I head back to where I came from, Inside a winter’s whorl Struggling for one more breath of water Until the last.
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TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE
“To dream of skating on ice means satisfaction with a current project.”
--Dictionary of Dreams
Amidst white groves
Inside a lilac tree
I gaze at airy flights across a frozen lake.
Like soaring birds
We are all of us, skating on ice.
Spanning circuits
Dense, ring-shaped,
Effortless,
Dazzling as a diamond dream
Before the break.
Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
And the semblance watches me.
A shrill remembrance,
The impervious stare of quartz:
A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.
The break below faces a ruptured skyline.
Its path
Squalls out for meaning.
The meaning is the sea.
I seize the mirror and the likeness mirrors me.
Beneath the brightness, a shadow floats
Under a pond of ice.
Freezing up in time and space
I head back to where I came from,
Inside a winter’s whorl
Struggling for one more breath of water
Until the last.
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