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

Paradise

Dream, you are already here, in paradise. Just sit silently and look around you, sit silently and look within. You have never been anywhere else! The way you are is the only way you can be. Accept it-and not only accept it but rejoice in it. love it, and suddenly you will find you are awake in the Garden Of Life. It is not a question of going anywhere, just of being here now.

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Searching For Me

The Journey Is All

looking back down the road that you came by

and not knowing what awaits you around the bend

would you go on, or would you retreat

if given the option to start your journey again

to turn back the hands of time

is a chance at which many would leap

losing everything gained over the years

but as for me; this life I would keep

with all of its ups and downs

and all the pain that it brings

all of the spices of life that I’ve been blessed to sample

I’ll keep the cards that I was dealt by fate

and risk it all because life is a gamble

I would not trade a single memory

for wealth, position, or fame

my spirit is quickened by the road and its call

I’ll travel this way until I can go no further

the end is nothing

The Journey Is All

Happiness

Today's word reminds us that happiness is a choice and not an attainment. Many of us tend to postpone joy. We spend our time focusing on future plans or acquisitions believing that will be what finally brings us to that elusive goal of happiness.

Peace and joy come when we stop waiting for the next thing to come galloping over the horizon and recognize our power to choose right now - in this moment, to experience joy.

In a consumer society, it is pushed through aggressive marketing campaigns that we always need that next thing, that next "fix" to make life easier. We depend on products to make us more intelligent, more beautiful, to provide security, etc. and therefore allow us to "achieve" happiness.

The truth is happiness that is dependant upon acquiring things is fleeting and temporary. Its effects wear off quickly and leave the individual feeling empty and seeking the next "fix". When we attain joy through the conscious effort of choice we become empowered, and that results naturally in becoming more at peace and centered in our daily lives.

Truth

There is no path to truth. This is one of the most fundamental things to understand. If you are searching for truth, all paths will lead you astray, because following a path means that you have already decided what truth is. You have decided the direction, the dimension, you have decided how to approach it, what discipline to follow, what doctrine to adopt. Your destination will just be a projection of your own mind. It will be just your mind playing a game with itself. There is no way to truth, because the mind is the barrier and it is the mind that creates the way. The mind has to go on an adventure. Reality has to cease for truth to be seen....

Dream with me

Who Am I ?

It depends on you. If you look at me with total emptiness, I will be different. If you look at my ideas, those ideas will color me; if you come to me with a prejudice, then I will be different.

I am just a mirror. Your own face will be reflected. There is a saying that if a monkey looks into the mirror he will not find an apostle looking at him through the mirror. Only a monkey will be looking through the mirror. So it depends on the way you look at me. You see I am ever changing, unique.

I have disappeared completely so I cannot impose on you who I am. I have nothing to impose. There is just a nothingness, a mirror. Now you have complete freedom. If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be seen in the mirror.

Infinite emptiness will be seen:in two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me.

I am here in the mirror, what do you see?

Life

Happiness cannot be found

through great effort and willpower.

But it is already present

in open relaxation and letting go.

Don't strain yourself

there is nothing to do or undo.

Whatever momentarily arises in the body and mind

has no real importance at all,

has little reality whatsoever.

Why identify with it,

and become attached to it,

passing judgemant upon it and ourselves?

Fore it is far better to simply

let the entire game happen on its own,

springing up and falling back like waves

without changing or manipulating anything.

And notice how everything vanishes and reappears

magically, time and time again, with out end.

Only our searching for happiness

prevents us from seeing it.

It's like a vivid rainbow

which you pursue without ever catching

or a dog chasing its tail.

Although peace and happiness do not exist

as an actual thing or place

it is always available.

And accompanies you every instant.

Don't believe in the reality

of good and bad experences

they are like today's ephemeral weather.

Like rainbows in the sky

wanting to grasp the ungraspable.

You will exhaust yourself in vain.

As soon as you open and relax

this tight fist of grasping

infinite space it is there.

Open, inviting, and comfortable.

Make use of this spaciousness.

Fore this is freedom and natural ease.

Don't search any further.

Don't go into the tangled jungle,

looking for the great awakened elephant

who is already resting quietly at home

in front of you own hearth.

Nothing to do or undo.

Nothing to force.

Nothing to want.

And nothing missing.

Everything happens by itself!

I Am Halloween

Tonight as the barrier between the two realms grows thin. Spirits walk amongst us once again. They be family, friends and foes, pets and wild life, fishes and crows. This feast I will leave on my doorstep all night. In my window one candle shall burn very bright. May this help my loved ones find their way as they travel this eve, and this night until dawn. Bless my offering both Lady and Lord of breads and fruits, greens and gourd. Dark Mother your cauldron is a well of death and rebirth, Dark Father your sword both protects and annihilates. Hear me now as the past year slowly dies, only to be reborn again. May the good come to past, and the bad be cast aside. With your divine guidance and protection. I step into the new year, beginning a new beautiful circle of life........

I am Halloween

With wind and the weather beating round me

Up to the hill and the moorland I go.

Who will come with me?

Who will climb with me?

Wade through the brook

And tramp through the snow?

Not in the petty circle of cities

Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;

Over me God is blue in the welkin,

Against me the wind and the storm rebel.

I sport with solitude here in my regions,

Of misadventure have made me a friend.

Who would live largely?

Who would live freely?

Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.

I am the Angel of tempest and mountain,

I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.

Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger

Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.

The meaning of the Welkin -The sky; heaven; the firmament.
We don’t use this much nowadays—dictionaries usually tag it as archaic or literary—except in the set phrase make the welkin ring, meaning to make a very loud sound. What supposedly rings in this situation is the vault of heaven, the bowl of the sky.