Saturday, December 27, 2008

Let Me Be Your Secret


I stare now at a beautiful presence that sleeps. You take my breath away. Dream my love, ponder all that is, and was, and could be. Let me carry you into a world of complete awareness. You will never be alone, nor forgotten. Here you will be loved, protected and at peace for all eternity. Let me be your secret...

For forever and a day...

Shekinah



Shekinah is She Who Dwells Within,

The force that binds and patterns creation.

She is Birdwoman, Dragonlady,

Queen of the Heavens, Opener of the Way.

She is Mother of the Spiritworld,

Morning and Evening Star,

Dawn and Dusk.

She is Mistress of the Seas, Tree of Life,

Silvery Moon, Fiery Sun.

All these are Her Names.

Shekinah is Changig Woman, Nature herself,

Her own Law and Mystery.

She is cosmos, dark hole, fiery moment of beginning,

She is dust cloud, nebulae, the swirl of galaxies.

She is gravity, magnetic field,

the paradox of waves and particles.

Shekinah is unseen dark, invisible web,

Creatrix of complex systems,

expanding, contracting, spiralling, meandering,

The beginning of Wisdom.

Shekinah is Grandmother, Grandfather, Unborn Child,

Shekinah is life loving itself into being . . .

Shekinah Visits Me In My Dreams


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Friday, December 26, 2008

Sunday, December 07, 2008


The Souls of people, on their way to Earth-life, pass through a room full of Lights; Each takes a Taper, often only a spark, to guide it in the dim country of this world. But some souls are rare fortune, are detained longer and have time to grab a handful of Tapers, which they weave into a Torch. These are the Torch-Bearers of humanity, its Poets, Seers, and Saints, who lead and lift the race out of darkness, towards the Light. They are the lawgivers and the Saviors, the Light-Bring..ers, Way- Show..ers and Truth-Tell..ers, and without them, Humanity would Loose its way in the Dark...

I Am A Light In The Darkness

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Saturday, December 06, 2008

I Am A Divine Spark



Not all are called to be artists in the specific sense of the term. Yet, all men and women are entrusted with the task of crafting their own life: in a certain sense, they are to make of it a work of art, a masterpiece.

It is important to recognize the distinction, but also the connection, between these two aspects of human activity. The distinction is clear. It is one thing for human beings to be the authors of their own acts, with responsibility for their moral value; it is another to be an artist, able, that is, to respond to the demands of art and faithfully to accept art's specific dictates. This is what makes the artist capable of producing objects, but it says nothing as yet of his moral character. We are speaking not of moulding oneself, of forming one's own personality, but simply of actualizing one's productive capacities, giving aesthetic form to ideas conceived in the mind.

The distinction between the moral and artistic aspects is fundamental, but no less important is the connection between them. Each conditions the other in a profound way. In producing a work, artists express themselves to the point where their work becomes a unique disclosure of their own being, of what they are and of how they are what they are. And there are endless examples of this in human history. In shaping a masterpiece, the artist not only summons his work into being, but also in some way reveals his own personality by means of it. For him art offers both a new dimension and an exceptional mode of expression for his spiritual growth. Through his works, the artist speaks to others and communicates with them. The history of art, therefore, is not only a story of works produced but also a story of men and women. Works of art speak of their authors; they enable us to know their inner life, and they reveal the original contribution which artists offer to the history of culture.

The theme of beauty is decisive for a discourse on art. It was already present when I stressed God's delighted gaze upon creation. In perceiving that all he had created was good, God saw that it was beautiful as well. The link between good and beautiful stirs fruitful reflection. In a certain sense, beauty is the visible form of the good, just as the good is the metaphysical condition of beauty. This was well understood by the Greeks who, by fusing the two concepts, coined a term which embraces both: kalokagath√≠a, or beauty-goodness. On this point Plato writes: “The power of the Good has taken refuge in the nature of the Beautiful”.

It is in living and acting that man establishes his relationship with being, with the truth and with the good. The artist has a special relationship to beauty. In a very true sense it can be said that beauty is the vocation bestowed on him by the Creator in the gift of “artistic talent”. And, certainly, this too is a talent which ought to be made to bear fruit, in keeping with the sense of the Gospel parable of the talents.

Here we touch on an essential point. Those who perceive in themselves this kind of divine spark which is the artistic vocation—as poet, writer, sculptor, architect, musician, actor and so on—feel at the same time the obligation not to waste this talent but to develop it, in order to put it at the service of their neighbor and of humanity as a whole.

I Am A Divine Spark

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Friday, December 05, 2008

Prayer For Peace


May all being everywhere plagued
with sufferings of body and mind
quickly be freed from their illnesses.
May those frightened cease to be afraid,
and may those bound be free.
May the powerless find power,
and may people think of befriending
one another.
May those who find themselves in trackless,
fearful wilderness–the children, the aged,
the unprotected–be guarded by beneficial celestials...

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Evoking the presence of the great compassion, let us fill our hearts with our own compassion–towards ourselves and towards all living beings. Let us pray that all living beings realize that they are all brothers and sisters, all nourished from the same source of life.

The Lord Of Love


The Lord of Love holds in his hand the world,
Composed of the changing and the changeless,
The manifest and the unmanifest.
The separate self, not yet aware of the Lord,
Goes after pleasure, only to become
Bound more and more.
When it sees the Lord,
There comes an end to its bondage.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Be Kind To Yourself


While we're busy caring for others, let's not forget to be kind to ourselves. Most of us give generously of our time and energy to family members, friends, and co-workers--and often ignore our own needs. It may not be until we become physically or mentally exhausted, or financially depleted, that we wake up and pay attention to our own needs. At that point we remember the wisdom of the flight attendant: Put on your oxygen mask first, and then you'll be able to help others...