Thy Heart

Bestir thy heart
With journeys afar
And rivers of stars
Bestow thy love
On all that ye touch
On all that ye may
Hence, let it be told
That rhyme will be reason
Paint your world
With shades that will uplift you
And break, break from the mold
Shake off the illusions
Never again lost in dismay
All that you need is within you

Thy Heart

Seven Noble Treasures

The Confidence of Faith.

The Virtue of Morality.

The Conscience of Shame.

The Fear of Blame.

The Advantage of Learning.

The Gift of Generosity.

The Insight of Understanding.

Prophecy

Here is a river flowing now very fast.

It is so great and swift,

that there are those who will be afraid,

who will try to hold on to the shore,

they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly.

Know that the river has its destination.

The elders say we must let go of the shore,

push off into the middle of the river,

and keep our heads above water.

And I say see who is there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history we are to take nothing personally,

least of all ourselves,

for the moment we do,

our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over.

Gather yourselves.

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner

and in celebration.

For we are the ones we have been waiting for...

You and I My Friends

Life Is A Mirror

Yes your entire life is a mirror of what is going on in your counsciousness. It is a reflection of yourself. Each person, each event may be considered as a tool which can help you to know yourself better and better.

If you had a mirror which could perfectly reflect all that was inside of you, what would you see? Would you see a beautiful, magnificent world in the mirror, or would things look pretty much the same as they do right now?

To a large degree, the world around you is a mirror of that which is within you. You see what you look for. People treat you as you expect to be treated. The things you experience come from the actions you take.

Think of the world as a mirror of you, and consider whether or not you like what you see. More importantly, realize that you have the power to change it. Your world is a part of you. It is an expression of you. With your thoughts and actions, you can make it what you want it to be...

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Truth

Although we live in what is called a free government, -- and politically we are free, -- there is but little religious liberty in America. Society demands, either that you belong to some church, or that you suppress your opinions. It is contended by many that ours is a Christian government, founded upon the Bible, and that all who look upon that book as false or foolish are destroying the foundation of our country.

The truth is, our government is not founded upon the rights of gods, but upon the rights of men. Our Constitution was framed, not to declare and uphold the deity of Christ, but the sacredness of humanity. Ours is the first government made by the people and for the people. It is the only nation with which the gods have had nothing to do. And yet there are some judges dishonest and cowardly enough to solemnly decide that this is a Christian country, and that our free institutions are based upon the infamous laws of Jehovah.

Such judges believe that decisions, made by hirelings at the bidding of kings, are binding upon man forever. They regard old law as far superior to modern justice. They are what might be called orthodox judges. They spend their days in finding out, not what ought to be, but what has been. With their backs to the sunrise thy worship the night. There is only one future event with which they concern themselves, and that is their reelection.

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Accountability

How precious are those people within our life who
Hold us accountable for our actions and reactions...
A true friend does this without hesitation...
We may find the moment of accountability harsh or
Uncomfortable, but we always grow from the
Experience and are grateful for the lesson...
Oh, to look beyond our own little world and reach
Out to someone else...
Thinking of their needs...
Feeling their pains...
Rejoicing in their triumphs...
May each of us find true friends that will allow us
To grow beyond that which we never thought possible...

The Only One

He opened his eyes drawing his first breath. He looked up at his mother with his bright green eyes as she fell to the ground of the cave. Not understanding what was happening he stood up on his golden, beautiful, yet small, dragon legs.

He looked at the eggshell which he came from, the he looked at his fallen parents. Out of curiosity, he unfolded his bright golden wings watching them flex as the sunlight poured into the cave. The air was cold and he flexed his wings back to his body, because the thin skin of his wings got cold faster than any other part of his small body. It soon dawned on his bleek mind what was happening.

He was the only of his kind now, left to rule over the red, blue, green, and black dragons. It was his duty as the only golden dragon left. But as he walked outside the valley was empty exept for him. He let out a small moan hoping another dragon would hear and come to his aid.

Alas, he assumed he was the only dragon left on that cold and foggy morning. He outstretched his wings, suspecting the cold had killed his kind. He moved to the edge of the cliff unfolding his wings. As sure as he was standing there, something told him he wasn't the only dragon just the only golden dragon left.

He pushed his feet off the cliff and lifted off into the air diving down. He flared and flew strait, looking for another valley which contained dragons, a valley for him to call home.

Listen

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.

If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her halter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owner of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see. Good friends are like this . You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.

Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours...

Just A Thought

In all of my interactions with people, I've never found anyone, regardless of their level of success, who doesn't sometimes find themselves simply not wanting to do the things that they need and want to do.

It is a part of human nature that there will be times that, in spite of all that we need to do, and even desire to, we will find ourselves not wanting to do anything.

Fore what separates those who will become successful from those who will maintain the status-quo, is the ability at those very crucial moments of time when we are making decisions about what we will do, to choose to find the inner motivation that will enable us to conquer our complacency and move on in action...

Globalization

The world view of a global family should be based on the practice of spiritual values. Global civilization must be based on the realization of a practical global ethic. We have to realized the importance of the global ethic in international level. The global ethic, forem, is utterly urgent and important. Due to the speedy communication process of IT, we need to have a common ethic as a system of check and balance, and to respond to various racial and cultural issues in a more holistic way.

This common principle of life, therefore, is an ethical principle that is shared by all, in order to maintain a healthy and peaceful society of mutual respect, understanding and stability.The global ethic must be based on the realization of practical spiritual values. If we return to the essence of every religion, the basic principle is love, peace and mutual respect. The purpose of religion is to awaken the innate purity and enlightenment within ourselves, and by doing so, to bring affectionate love and care among all human fellows.

Therefore, in this age of rapid development and massive globalization, it is utterly important for us to return back to our very source of spirituality – the innate spiritual power to awaken and to be awaken. This spiritual home, which is our own mind, is the ultimate refuge of all lives, and also the basic foundation for all achievements and actualization in life. I believe that in order to direct the process of globalization in a virtuous and compassionate way, the path of 'caring for life with spiritual value' will be the only way.

I would like to share some of the principles of Buddhism, which I believe, would help to transform the world into a better place:

(1) return to a simple and innocent way of life;

(2) to let go all attachment and afflictive emotions by the contemplating the truth of'egolessness';

(3) to care and to protect all living beings with an attitude of loving-kindness and compassion;

(4) Perfection of interdependency and unity of all beings through harmonious co-existence.

Dialogues and conversations for co-existence Globalization can be an exciting experience of sharing. When we share with each other, the richness of prosperity, the convenience and advancement of science and technology, and most importantly, the spiritual satisfaction of spirituality of various religions will be shared and enjoyed by all of us.

Unfortunately, in the process of propagation, the essence and true meaning of religion is often being misunderstood and misinterpreted. This has caused conflicts and disagreement between many religions. From the point of truth, the nature of every religion is the same and without any difference. Sometimes in chasing after resources and competing among each other in recruiting more followers, we tend to fight and attack each other – which is the worst scenario we would like to be in. We need more patience and tolerance to solve this problem.

I encourage, therefore, by the spirit of co-existence and interdependency, we should have more dialogues and interactions amongst ourselves. We should cooperate with each other to seek for ultimate truth, by the power of the truth and compassion, we will then provide the ultimate refuge for humanity and its values, to lead our society into a better and brighter tomorrow. We tend to lose ourselves in the illusive stream of materialism.

In search of the meaning of life, religions provide us the ultimate answer. Religions are our spiritual refuge, that can allow us to actualize our spiritual values; and help us to create a peaceful mind and of course, a peaceful planet earth. Let all religions in the world, in the midst of globalization, play a more active and caring role to share and to care – this is my most sincere wish and prayer, from the bottom of my heart. I pray that the dawn of a spiritual globalization will bring forth a future of love and peace to our global family.

May this be a meaningful beginning, from intellectualism to religion, from theory to practice, from concepts to actions – we should strive to integrate many forces into one entity of universal commitment, to bring forth the unity of all beings, to release the power of love and interdependency; to realize the perfect, genuine and care-free common entity of life...

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Passionate Ground

So if you'll permit, a little advice from someone who has felt passion's sting: if you invite art into the garden, be prepared for a lesson on love. It seems only right that we learn love's lessons here; relationship is so evident in a garden. Above the hum of ecosystems, life webs and companion plantings, the gods whisper: true love, whether romantic or platonic, brotherly, sisterly, for friend or humanity, transcends the physical. It seeks a higher image of the human being. It is not a feeling. It is an infinite, unifying force that speaks of the unity of life and the interconnectedness of all things. So go ahead, invite art into the garden, but go thoughtfully, prayerfully even, and stay firmly rooted in the divine, for you are treading on passionate ground...

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May I Walk

Give us hearts to understand

That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;

that to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;

That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;

that as we care for her she will care for us.

We have forgotten who we are.

We have sought only our own security.

We have exploited simply for our own ends.

We have distorted our knowledge.

We have abused our power.

Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,

Help us to find the way to refresh your lands.

Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,

help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.

Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse,

help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.

Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed,

help us to find a way to replenish them.

Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost

in selfishness and corruption,

help us to find the way to restore our humanity.

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,

whose breath gives life to the world, hear me;

I need your strength and wisdom.

May I walk in Beauty.

Travel

To travel with the unawakened makes the journey long and hard

and is as painful as traveling with an enemy.

But the company of the wise is as pleasant as meeting with friends.

Follow the wise, the intelligent, and the awakened.

Follow them as the moon follows the path of the stars...

Will You Dance With Me?

Whenever you dance, wherever you dance, dance to heal the earth!

Dancing is power. Dancing is prayer. Some say that all is dance. Maybe. Now there's a big dance coming, a dance to heal the earth. If you're reading this, you're probably part of it. You take part whenever you do whatever you do to help heal the earth. When you recycle. When you choose to show love, to fight for justice, to bring healing, to bring out what is good in others. When you avoid cruelty and dishonesty and waste. When you are outraged. When you speak out. When you give. When you consider the generations to come. When you protest to the oppressors and encourage those who feel the cutting edge of injustice. And, of course, when you dance. There is a tree that all the prophets see, and whenever you let your love show, you make the flowers grow.

Soon this dance will be done in a big way, in the old way, on sacred ground. All living things will take part. If you want to, you can take part. No one is twisting your arm. You can stop any time you need to, and start up again whenever you're ready. If you've read this far, you probably know what I'm talking about. You've probably been doing it in one way or another for a good while. Soon will be the time to make no bones about it! Cut loose!

Anytime you dance, anywhere, whether at a party or in church, dance to heal the earth! Let your feet beat a healing rhythm into the earth. Let your feet beat a strengthening rhythm for those who struggle the hardest. Let your feet beat a life-giving rhythm for all peoples, regardless of race or national boundary, regardless of whether we're human or whether we're the trees, the air, the fish, the birds, the buffalo, the bear, the crow. We come out of hiding, we come back from the dead, and we dance, and our dance is a prayer, and our songs and our rhythms and our breath give life.

Is the music they're playing some mindless jingle? Never mind, as long as it's not bad music, and you can dance to the beat! Make your own words, and make the words a prayer. A prayer for the end of exploitation, a prayer for the end of lies, a prayer for healing, for justice, for life. Remember your prayer-song, feed it and let it get strong and pass it along. Dance and pray, whenever you dance, dance to heal the earth.

Have you seen anything? Wear it out! Make it so that all can see what you see! Take a white T-shirt and mark it with your dreams. Is there anything you'd like to tell the world? Take your shirt and mark it with your song! This is the way it has been done, so you can do it too. Use any color except black (there are reasons for that that will become clearer later), and you'll probably find that a loose, pure cotton T is most comfortable for dancing in. Cos this is an actual dance, you dance hard, you sing and breathe hard and sweat. Wear it when you plan to go out dancing, to dance to heal the earth.

Some people do this dance while fasting, and dance for several days straight. But even a few minutes of dancing helps, and joins with all the other dancing going on, everywhere on Earth. Not everyone can fast these days. Besides, you never know when you're gonna dance, and you have to eat sometimes! But if you plan to dance, hold off eating till later, or just have a little. It's easier to dance if you don't have a hotdog weighing you down.

Some people say, do not do sacred things where people are drinking and partying. But all the universe is a sacred place. It really doesn't matter what others are doing, you can make a place sacred wherever you are, with your intention and your prayers. Some people use smoke to make a place sacred; a cigarette or incense stick will do fine. You can dance to heal the earth anywhere, even a party or a bar! The earth is everywhere, so you can dance anywhere to heal her. Only one thing. Please hold off drinking or using any other intoxicants till you're done. It works better that way.

The Lie has gone far enough. It spreads and makes everyone sick. Now is the time for this dance to begin. It, too, will spread, and it will bring healing to all. In the beginning, they say, God put a rainbow in the sky, to let us know that Spirit never forgets. Now is the time for us to put a rainbow across the earth, to let God know that we, too, remember.

Dance to heal the earth. Not just when you're dancing, but always. Live the dance, whenever you move, in all you do, dance to heal the earth...


Will You Dance With Me?

The Last Dragon

Pain, incredible searing pain, lanced through her head! Another one gone! Another of her breed dead from the horrible cold that permeated their world and settled deep into her body. Her long neck writhed and she emitted a low groan. Forced into wakefulness by that horrible feeling of loss that had occurred all too often lately.

Nearly a hundred years had passed since the advancing cold had forced her into a sleep that was at once welcome yet troubled. Welcome, because she could forget while she slept. Troubling in the fact that the cold still endured and she was powerless to do anything about it. Her thoughts went back to the days when she and her kind were the rulers of all the surrounding countryside. Images of the fat cattle they fed on were in her mind as well as all the adventurous days of her long, long life.

And oh! The incredible flights! Rising from the ledges in front of their caves. Strong wings forcing them up, up to meet the sun! Glorious long flights. Swooping and darting through the air in ritual passes that were of another age. And the mating...oh, what glorious times! Gone now. Nothing but memories. The eternal had forced her and her kind deep into the hearts of their mountains. There to sleep and die.

Again, pain lanced through her body. And then, nothing. Gone was the feeling in her head. That consciousness of unity that all of her breed had shared since she was hatched! Alone! The last of her kind! A long keening cry escaped from her. The end of life as she knew it and she knew with great certainty the end of her life as well.

She launched herself upwards with a mighty thrust of her weakening legs and her wings bit into the frigid air. Higher and higher she struggled with the last remaining efforts of her once all-powerful body. Her wings faltered now, beating feebly at the thinning air. Her eyes closed, her wings folded themselves around her body, and she fell. Visions of time gone by filled her head as she plummeted to the rocks below.

She struck. A flash of pain and then nothing. The cold keening wind slowly covered the body of the last dragon with an eternal blanket of white.

Peace...

Last Talk

One day, I decided to quit. I wanted to quit my job, to quit my relationships, to quit my spirituality; I even wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me. "Look around", He said, "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."

"In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."

"In the third year there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit."

"In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. Still, I would not quit."

"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge they could not handle," he said to me.

"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you! Don't compare yourself to others. The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful. Your time will come," God said to me. "You will rise high."

"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?", He asked in return.

"As high as it can?", I questioned.

"Yes", He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can. And remember...I will never leave you, nor forsake you. I will never give upon you. I will never, ever quit on you."

Everyone has days when they want to "quit". When there are struggles...obstacles in life, remember we're just growing roots!! God has a purpose in mind for each one of us and we need to talk to Him and let Him help us realize that purpose.

Always remember, He'll never leave us, He'll never forsake us, and He'll never quit on us.

Have a wonderfully blessed day!!!

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What a wonderful way to explain it!

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing...

I know my Master is there and that is enough."

Respect Yourself

"How we feel about ourselves crucially affects virtually every aspect of our experience...from the way we function at work, in love, in sex, to the way we operate as parents, to how high in life we are likely to rise. The dramas of our lives are the reflections of our most private visions of ourselves!"

Love To All...

Rules For Being Human

1. You Will Receive A Body
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.

2. You Will Learn Lessons
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school, you will have the opportunity to learn lessons - you may like the lesson or think them irrelevant and stupid.

3. There Are No Mistakes, Only Lessons
There is a process of trial and error; experimentation. The 'failed' experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately 'works'.

4. A Lesson Is Repeated Until It Is Learned
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.

5. Learning Lessons Does Not End.
There is no part of Life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

6. 'There' Is No Better Than 'here'.
When your 'there' has become a 'here', you will simply obtain another 'there' that will again look better than 'here'.

7. Others Are Merely Mirrors Of You.
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.

8. What You Make Of Your Life Is Up To You.
You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.

9. Your Answers Lie Inside You.
The answers to Life's questions lie inside you. All you need do is look, listen and trust.

10. You Will Forget All This.
You Can Remember It Whenever You Want

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The Bottle

Once upon a time there was a bottle. It wasn't much to look at - just an ordinary glass bottle - plump waisted, green tinged, with a sour old cork blocking its mouth. You couldn't tell that it was a special bottle, though it was, of course. A special, magic bottle. What made it so special was that inside it was the most exquisite emptiness that anyone had ever seen. An emptiness made out of sunbeams and glimpses from the corners of lonely eyes, handcrafted and shrunk to miniature. A vision of emptiness, preserved perfectly under glass.

No one was sure how the emptiness had got in there in the first place. It was clearly too big to have fit through the bottle's narrow mouth. Some people claimed it was a trick - that there was this thing you could do with vinegar and a match that would make the mouth expand. Others said the bottle had been built around the emptiness, just wide enough to hold it. Still others said that there was no emptiness, that it was all an illusion, that someone had just painted the image of the emptiness on the inside of the glass (though that of course led to the question of how one could paint inside a bottle). At any rate, there the emptiness was, and everyone who saw it either admired it or felt sorry for it, depending on whether they imagined themselves outside the bottle or inside.

They had a name for the emptiness. They called it Thirst.

One day a young man was wandering through the bazaar in a little Eastern town, when he came upon the bottle. There were many other things at the stall, amulets of emerald and tiger-blood, quills of ostrich feather and unicorn bone, a pair of dice made from the Prophet's teeth, but it was the bottle that the young man fell in love with, buying it from the stall-keeper without even bargaining for it, carrying it home wrapped in a towel he borrowed from his hotel, convincing the security guard at the airport that it didn't matter, that it wasn't dangerous at all, because it was empty.

Once home, he would spend hours staring at the bottle. He would hold it up in front of his eyes and turn it very slowly, watching the light reflect off its surface. He would leave the bottle on the window-sill, watch as it changed with the changing light of the day. He dreamt of opening the bottle someday, of pressing that precious emptiness to his mouth, tasting the bitterness of it on his lips. Meanwhile he spent more and more time with the bottle, even leaving his school work (he was a student at the University) so as to be with it.

One day the student finally plucked up his courage and uncorked the bottle. With trembling hands, he tilted the neck of it earthward, watching the emptiness pour out of it, gathering around his shoes at first, then starting to flow towards the door. It seemed to fill everything. His bedroom, the apartment, the building, the city. Everywhere he looked people were wading through it, trying not to let it soak into their clothes. And yet the amazing thing was that when he stopped pouring from the bottle and put the cork back in, there it was again, the emptiness, as delicate and beautiful as it had always been. He had drowned the world with it, but the bottle was still full! The thought of the power the bottle contained staggered him, and he hid it away at the bottom of his cupboard, vowing never to open it again.

In a few days the emptiness evaporated, though, taking his fear with it. What remained was the flood mark of his curiosity that left its stain on everything. How could so much oblivion fit within a single object, he wondered. And it began to occur to him that his bottle was not alone in this. Every door had an infinity of absences locked behind it, every clock was a trapped eternity. Every bottle of ink contained a sea of ideas. He experienced this realization as a kind of vertigo and it made him understand how destructive and melancholy a weapon he had in the bottle, and yet the temptation to uncork it again grew stronger and stronger, until despairing and tormented he pulled it out from its hiding place, admired its smooth symmetry for one last time, and then, closing his eyes to keep the splinters of glass from blinding him, smashed his magic bottle against the wall.

Afterwards he never found an emptiness so complete, so absolute, again. Though sometimes, standing on the beach and staring out to the horizon he would imagine that he saw it vanishing in the distance, like a great ship sailing just out of his reach. He donated the shards of the bottle to the local museum, which confused them with the Pharaoh's jewels and put them on display in the Egyptian section. For a while he went around putting notices all over his neighborhood, asking if anyone had seen Nothing, but if someone had they never came forth. Eventually, the memory of those brilliant days spent staring at the bottle buried themselves away in his heart, like pieces of brilliant glass under the sand of a tide-washed shore.

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The Legend Of The Dragonfly

Hard times had fallen on an indian village. Two children awoke to find that they have accidentally been left behind when their parents and the other villagers abandoned their homes to find food. To pass the time the boy makes a toy insect out of corn and grasses and gives it to his little sister to comfort her.

The children are amazed one morning to find that the toy has come to life and is dancing, hovering, and gliding through the air. They delight in its shimmering beauty and are happily distracted. But at each end of the day, as the night falls, they become sad and lonely and wish for the return of their parents and neighbors.

The live toy is sad for the boy and girl and flies to the land of the Gods. It relays the children's fears and wishes. The Gods, in return, send messages back with the delicate insect offering comfort to the children and instruction for survival. This beautiful messenger to and from the God's was given the name Dragonfly.

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I Am The River Of Time

Rain is beautiful after dust and heat. I watch it trickle down the narrow lane and listen to the clatters along the rooftops. I watch from inside as it trickles across my window pain. It gushes and struggles from the throat of the overflowing spout. It pours and pours; like a river down the gutter roars the rain. Swift and wide with a muddy tide. I welcome the rain.

The sick man from his chamber looks at the twisted brooks; he too can feel the cool breath of each little pool. The beauty of the rain is the fact that you can actually feel the earth growing calm again. We breathe blessing on the rain.

Down the road the neighboring school lets out. Here come the boys with more than their unwanted noise. Now commotion comes down the wet streets. They pretend to sail their mimic fleets, till the pool engulfs them in its whirling, pattering turbulent ocean of raindrops.

Imagine that on every side, where far and wide, like a leopards tawny and spotted hide. Stretches the plain, to the dry grass and the drier grain. How they all must welcome the rain.

In the furrowed land the patient toilsome oxen stand; lifting the yoke encumbered head, with dilated nostrils spread, they silently inhale the sweet clover scented gale. The vapors arise from the now well watered and smoking soil. For now there is gentle rest. Their large and lustrous eyes seem to thank the Lord more than the man's spoken word.

Near at hand, from under the sheltering trees, the farmer sees. His pastures, and his fields of grain, as the bend their tops to the numberless beating drops of the incessant rain. The farmer he counts it as no sin that he sees therein only his own thrift and gain.

These, and far more than these, the poet sees! He can behold aquarius of old,walking the fenceless fields of air; and from each ample fold of the clouds about him rolled scattering everywhere the showering blessing of the rain. But the farmer he just sows his grain.

But I can behold things magnificent and bold that have not yet been told to man. The secret has never been sung or said. My thoughts follow the water-drops down to the graves of the dead. Down through chasms and gulfs profound, to the dreary fountain-head. Lakes and rivers under ground I see them when the rain is done, on the bridge of colors climbing up once more to heaven, the raindrops ascend once more.

I am the Seer, with visions clear. I see forms appear and disappear in the perpetual realm. Mysterys and secrets I keep. Be they from birth to death, from death to birth, from earth to heaven, from heaven to earth. Of all things, unseen before, unto these wondering eyes reveal the universe as an immeasurable wheel turning forever more.


I Am The River Of Time

Candlelight

Candlelight spills into my room.

It falls across your face and even mine

It falls across your body,

It discovers you, your perfections, your imperfections,

your hopes and aspirations.

The candlelight is soft and so forgiving.

The candlelight is warm and inviting.

When the morning comes and the candle simply is

Through it will have already discovered you.

Now it is gone the warmth is lost.

You are left in the twilight of early dawn.

You have been stripped bare as sleep rushes in.

Now sleep my darling, for I am here

I am still the candle that burns within.

Your Heart

Package

Once the package of friendship
has been opened,
it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always written...
waiting to be read...
and enjoyed.

We may have our disagreements...
we may argue...
we may concern one another...
friendship is a unique bond...
that lasts through it all...

A part of me is put into my friends...
some it is my humor...
some it is my listening ear...
some it is real life experiences...
some it is my romanticism...
but with all, it is friendship.

Friendships forged are a construct,
stronger than steel built as a foundation...
necessary for life...
and necessary for love.

Friends, you and me...
you brought another friend...
and then there were 3...
We started our group...
Our circle of friends...
and like that circle...
there is no beginning or end....

Love To All

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Flame Of Hope

Jagged Stone

You will find me near the shores of dreaming. I stand here watching over the cliffs of humanity. The view here is forever perfectly clear, I see nothing but confusion and chaos looking down from this column of jagged stone. This is where our hearts are forged, souls are cast and made. This is where you will return, though in life you have never seen this place, for you have stood upon this mighty stone and stared...

Dream of Gods, dream of memories gone by, inhale the scent of love and heartache. You know this place exists. Feel it in the pit of your being. You know the lonely feeling found atop the stone and the frustration of never seeing enough.

We have all leaned forward that one hair too far as if to dare the tempt of fate, as we were grabbed by the sea beneath us where we get tossed and turned, just another lost soul trying to swim desperately for shore. Fore it is here on the shores of dreaming that battered souls finally gain wisdom. Here we see the miracle in just being alive.

We will dance skipping down the beach of dreaming singing a song, flinging the notes in the air. Maybe we will laugh at teardrops or cry in the wind, but at least we are free from that jagged stone until we come searching again for something more...

I Wander In My Tears

These eyes they grieve in pity for my heart. I have known the suffering of every tear utterly undone they fall. Will they remember the words I spoke? My gentle heart goes willingly with her, but I must remain here. Weeping, I then will speak of her again, and again, who to her heaven came so suddenly, leaving Love grieving here on earth with me...

To the high heaven she has gone, up to the realm where Angels dwell in peace, she lives with them now. To this world she bade farewell. Tis no degree of cold on her has won, nor of such heat as makes all others cease: it only was her goodness, great appeal. So did her shining humbleness excel, it passed the heavens with such wondrous worth, it moved to marvel the eternal Sire, so that a sweet desire pricked Him to call such worthiness from earth, and made her to himself go from down here: for when He saw this life of suffering had not been made for such a gentle thing...

Her gentle spirit, full of gentle grace, at last departed from her beauteous frame, and chose in glory its most worthy home. He who weeps not, {Mark David Breakiron} when talking of her trace, harbors a heart of wickedness and shame, to which no kindly spirits ever shall come.

No mind, if heart is wicked, may so roam as to imagine in the least her lot: therefore no grief or weeping will transpire. But sadness and desire of tears and sighs and death, and every thought that fails to comfort for a loss of immense, conquer those souls that even once recall the thing she was, now taken from us all...

Ahhhhhhhhh so much anguish nearly halts my breath when the least thought to this comes in my grievous mind brings back the one who split my heart in me; and oftentimes, when thinking of her death the color from my face fades utterly. And when the imagining is sharp in me, from everywhere I'm struck by such dismay that at the ache I feel right then I start to cry, and so distraught it grows. Fore it is then that I am alone in every crowd.

I wander in my tears....

For a face that looks like mine.

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Whisper Of Hope

Soft is the Angel's voice, breathing a lesson unheard. She is hope with a gentle persuasion whispering her comforting words. Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is done, hope for the sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone.

In the dark of the twilight, dim by the region afar. Will not the deepening darkness brighten the glimmering star? Then when the night is upon us, why should the heart sink away? When the dark midnight is over may you watch for the breaking of day.

I am a Whisper of Hope.

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Loving Kindness

Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then as you stand or walk,
Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
For your life will bring heaven to earth.

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My Dad

My fondest memory of my Dad occurred one summer day out in the middle of a mountain lake. “Don't jerk it. Just reel it in real slow, my father whispered. But it was so difficult. I hated to wait for anything. I usually took forever to decide what I really wanted, but once I decided, I wanted it right now. And right now I wanted to catch a fish.

My father seemed to sense my impatience. The big ones didn't get that way by snapping the first thing to hit the water, he said quietly. You'll soon find that anything big and worthwhile usually takes a lot of time.”

Then, with a smile that I will never forget, he added, After all, I've already spent eight years on you.”


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Stages

Throughout various stages of life, inspiration is the thought or idea reconnecting us to the energy we were part of prior to becoming a microscopic particle.

I call this "surrendering to our destiny and allowing ourselves to hear the call." At this point we can differentiate between the demands of our ego and those of the ego-dominated people and institutions that deflect us from the call of inspiration.

As we move more deeply into Spirit, we cease to be guided by the ego demands of others or ourselves. We surrender to the always present force that urges us to be in this blissful state of inspiration. We're guided by our ultimate calling, which is truly our life purpose...

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Something About You

I was richly blessed by God when he sent you to me.

You do so many things for others around you,

and you do those things out of geniune love.

You are like a breath of fresh air on a stale day.

I thank you my friend from the deepest part of my heart.

You are an inspiration to me.

Never change who you are,

always stay the wonderful person that you are.

May God richly bless your life.

I love you, your spirit, and your heart!

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Believe

Believe

because all are here for a purpose
nothing is by chance
and life will always move you
on toward that purpose
sometimes you will object and dig in your heels
and sometimes you will go along so willingly
remember absolutely nothing is by chance
and awareness increases each time
may you see through the illusion of the physical
and perceive the reality of a
divine plan of the utmost perfection
you can only go forward actuality
sometimes it may seem that you move backwards
or that you move not at all
but accept that you always move towards
your ultimate good

Be At Peace

Did You Know?

What you own is your own kingdom. What you do is your own glory. What you love is your own power. What you live is your story. In your dreams you have the answer, may they guide you through your life.

Someday you will find me and step through the glass. Until then my love, our minds will meet at night in your dreams. There we will walk the roads together. Fore the truth of love be lighted, it will guide you to my world as you sleep.

I Love You

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I Am A Mystery

We have not been raised to cultivate a sense of Mystery. We may even see the unknown as an insult to our competence, a personal failing. Seen this way, the unknown becomes a challenge to action. But Mystery does not require action; Mystery requires our attention. Mystery requires that we listen and become open. When we meet with the unknown in this way, we can be touched by a wisdom that can transform our lives...

Mystery has great power. Mystery can comfort people when nothing else can comfort them and offer hope when nothing else offers hope. Mystery can heal fear that is otherwise unhealable. Many people in their confrontation with the unknown recover awe, wonder, joy, and aliveness. They remember that life is holy. In losing our sense of Mystery, we have become a nation of burned-out people. People who wonder do not burn out...

Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company...

I Am A Mystery

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Shape Your Dreams

Poised between counting one second and striking another, you have found me again in your dreams. There I dance like a blade of grass. Now I crouch under the weight of a single butterfly that has decided to grace me with her wings.

Your dream explodes now. I stand in your dream, between you and all that is you, holding a mirror. Look at your reflection and gaze upon all that was meant to be. Do you remember the dream where you were caught by a tide in the instant of leaping, to hurl yourself into the sky.

I caught you when you fell into the dreaming time. Now you too may become the shape of the grass. You may ride the winds of time. I give you the ability to turn like an owl and grasp at the day, to burn like a nighthawk, to whirr like the bee, to sing like the sea-eagle screaming out of the sky. The wind will take you dreaming...

But You Must

Shape Your Dreams To Fly

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1. We are our own best experts. No one knows us better than us. Nobody but us has seen with our eyes the things we’ve seen, and most importantly, no one but us has experienced our lives in quite the same way that we have. What others do know of us, they know only through what they see and what we tell them. It is our choice whether or not to invite others to see with our eyes or walk in our shoes; it is their choice whether or not to do so.

2. We are our own worst enemies. No one does a better job of deceiving us or treating ourselves badly than we do. No one can do a better job of finding ways to ignore our innermost thoughts and fears than we can. Certainly, other people may try to make us feel badly, or want us to be different than we are; however, their success depends on our willingness to let them succeed in doing so. Our success in doing ourselves wrong depends solely on intention.

3. The worst thing about having so many choices is having to choose. No one can say for sure who is truly worse off: the one who is forced to do something and wishes she or he could do something entirely different, or the one who freely chooses to do something and later regrets it.

4. Imagination is the one true measure of freedom. It’s not a matter of what you can or cannot do, but what you think you can or cannot do that matters. Inevitably, the rest will follow in time. Being open to experience or the possibilities of every situation reflects the inner strength of one who has established harmony within oneself.

5. Wisdom is having more questions than answers. The one who has found all the answers to his or her questions has run out of questions. The one who has run out of questions has run out of learning. A person who ceases to learn has also ceased to experience. And a person who has run out of experience cannot be wise.

6. Search long and hard enough for something and you’ll surely find it. Sometimes we look for something when there is nothing. However, if we keep looking for it to be there, almost miraculously it will be--this is especially true of limitations. Moreover, the harder we look for a certain quality of limitation, the more likely it is to appear before our very eyes. At the same time, if you look too hard for something you might miss it altogether.

7. Sometimes we try so hard to be what we’re not that we may forget who we are. Our nature provides us with opportunities for becoming something much greater than ourselves. However, if a circle tries to bend by ignoring its center, it’s no longer a circle.

THE SIMPLE TRUTH

The Harmonica Man

I dream of the harmonica man. He lives in our small town. Does anyone know him? He roams the streets while playing music all the time. I see him standing tall in his shiny, black tuxedo. I listened while his long fingers gently strolled and played his favorite song. I have never seen anyone dance like him before.

I wondered where he came from so I followed him. He lived in a little house not at all like yours or mine. You see he had one room just barely big enough to fit him.

He was always smiling even at strangers, and I was taught that this was not allowed. People seem to ignore him; but there is something about him that makes me wonder. Does anyone love him? Does anyone care? Does anyone notice that he's there?

Do you know him?

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Time

Time is passing, I find myself gripping my life tighter and tighter. I hold my dreams in the palm of my right hand, protecting them from the winds of life. They flow through my hands like grains of sand. They trickle down first one then another and another. I hold them in a tight embrace.

Please don't take them from me now God. I run after them in the trail of wind as they float into a distant oblivion. I stand watching my smiles and hopes get carried off. I smell the scent of a thousand broken promises drifting away. Why are the grains of my life marching to the meter of a quickening clock? Hours they pass like minutes, minutes pass like seconds and soon my hand feels empty.

My heart pounds and with tear streaked eyes I slowly open my hand. There in the middle of my palm, rested one last beautiful dream. I remember now that dream I had as a child. It was unimportant then, forgotten so long ago. There lay the shadow of a faded image, a memory of an idea long discarded.

For some reason it stayed there in my hand. You see this one dream was the beginning of my life, it was the dream of hope. All the others were not important anymore, but this one would stay within my heart forever. I know that someone out there will catch one of my countless other dreams. But this one I will keep for my very own.....

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Be Someone

Be someone who listens,

and you will be heard.

Be someone who cares,

and you will be loved.

Be someone who gives,

and you will be blessed.

Be someone who comforts,

and you will know peace.

Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand,

and you will be wise.

Be someone kind, someone considerate,

and you will be admired.

Be someone who values truth,

and you will be respected.

Be someone who takes action,

and you will move life forward.

Be someone who lifts others higher,

and your life will be rich.

Be someone filled with gratitude,

and there will be no end to the things

for which you'll be thankful.

Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose,

as your own light brightly shines.

Be!
In every Moment!
The special Someone!
You are truly meant to Be!

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Join

May we join our hearts and minds together every day, to acknowledge our oneness with all That Is. We are, each of us, on a Holy journey. In this moment of Now, we are each in a particular time and place on our individual journey. We may appear to be younger or older than the people around us. We may appear to be richer or poorer than the people around us. We may appear to be different than those around us. In this moment, we choose to remember that we are the same as everyone. We honor everyone's journey as our own. We are One with everyone. We are One with All That Is. We join all in Love and in Peace...

May It Be

I come before the door of the Eternal Realm,

Borne across the dismal mists of mortal dreams,

Walking toward the bliss beyond imagining,

Waiting for the whisper of forgotten wings.

May it be

That I am Remembered

With Love

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Dream

The beauty of ancient times calls to us in our dreams. Yes, it was turbulent, but there is a sense of romance and courage that today is not depicted as gallantly or as artfully as the old masters.

Even new masters paint the past differently. They seek to show the human spirit, ever torrential, ever nurturing in a way that embodies the rhythm of the olden days. When time floated on the gentle pink clouds of the evening and we lingered on the lilting notes of the bard as they played on their lute. You will find me here in your dreams.

I long for the robust solitude of the castle and the glen. I long for the sound of silk robes caressing the stones upon which I walk. The noise of the present replaced with the sounds of nature, the walls fading back to reveal wooded paths to explore, to dance with the aeries, to dine with the angels, to ride to glory upon a wild stallion once more.

Here in this dream I give you, a quiet path to contemplate the magic of life.

Dream of more valiant times with me...

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You Are Getting Closer

Stand Still

Stand still. We are surrounded by a powerful stranger. Look at the trees and bushes beside you. The forest breathes. Listen, for it answers your heart saying: "I have made this place around you. If you leave me in all my glory you may come back again." You see no two trees are the same to the Raven. No two branches are the same to the Wren. You must ask permission to know it and be known as a friend. Here in these arms you will never be lost. Here lies the deepest secret that nobody knows. Fore here lies the tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide. This is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart. Stand still my love, you must let it find you...

You will never be Lost

In My Arms