Prayer is not purely an act
All things pray
And all things pour forth
their souls,
The heaven prays
The earth prays
Every creature and every
living thing,
In all life here is longing
Creation is itself, but a
longing
A kind of prayer to the Almighty
What are the clouds, the rising
and setting of the sun,
The soft radiance of the moon
And the gentleness
of the night
What are the flashes of the human mind, and
The storms of the
human heart?
They are all just prayers
The wordless outpouring of
boundless longing for god......
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Quotes
You can not do a kindness too soon
for you never know how soon it will be too late -emerson
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance
The wise man grows it under his feet -oppenheim
If at first the idea is not adsurd
then there is no hope for it -einstein
for you never know how soon it will be too late -emerson
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance
The wise man grows it under his feet -oppenheim
If at first the idea is not adsurd
then there is no hope for it -einstein
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Riding on the Horse of hope
Holding in my hand the rein of courage
Clad in the armor of patience
and the helmut of endurance on my head
I started on my journey to the land of love
A lance of stern faith in my hand
and the sword of firm conviction buckled on
with the knapsack of sincerity
and the shield of earnestness
I advanced on the path of love
My ears closed to the disturbing noise of the world
My eyes turned from all that was calling me on the way
my heart beating the rhythm of my ever-rising aspiration
And my blazing soul guiding me on the path
I made my way through the space
I went through the thick forest of perpetual desire
I crossed the running rivers of longing
I passed through the desert of silent suffering
I climbed the sheep hills of continual strife
Feeling ever some presence in the airm I asked "are you there my love?"
and a voice came to my ears, saying;" No, still further I am"
Holding in my hand the rein of courage
Clad in the armor of patience
and the helmut of endurance on my head
I started on my journey to the land of love
A lance of stern faith in my hand
and the sword of firm conviction buckled on
with the knapsack of sincerity
and the shield of earnestness
I advanced on the path of love
My ears closed to the disturbing noise of the world
My eyes turned from all that was calling me on the way
my heart beating the rhythm of my ever-rising aspiration
And my blazing soul guiding me on the path
I made my way through the space
I went through the thick forest of perpetual desire
I crossed the running rivers of longing
I passed through the desert of silent suffering
I climbed the sheep hills of continual strife
Feeling ever some presence in the airm I asked "are you there my love?"
and a voice came to my ears, saying;" No, still further I am"
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Love never fails.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Dinner Prayer
Lord
Behold our family here assembled
We thank three for this place in which we dwell
For the lov that united us
For the peace accorded us this day
For the hope for tommorow
For the health
The work
The food
And the bright skiesThat make our life delightful
For our friends in all parts of the earth
And our friendly helpers in this foreign land
Let peace about in our small community
Purge out of every heart the lurking grudge
Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere
Give us courage, gaiety and the quiet mind
Robert louis stevensonNineteeth century
Behold our family here assembled
We thank three for this place in which we dwell
For the lov that united us
For the peace accorded us this day
For the hope for tommorow
For the health
The work
The food
And the bright skiesThat make our life delightful
For our friends in all parts of the earth
And our friendly helpers in this foreign land
Let peace about in our small community
Purge out of every heart the lurking grudge
Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere
Give us courage, gaiety and the quiet mind
Robert louis stevensonNineteeth century
Monday, January 30, 2012
Poem i Wrote
I wake
love is chiding me
For my mind wants one things to see
But love, its inside me
In love, its beauty, its all around me
I live in love, its besides me
small hearts beating in the bed
i lie close, feel the sweat we shed
My friends, already texting me
I share my love
So they reach out to me
I wake
Love is all around me
Cause I am love
just look through me
So all illusion
try suffering me
i might get caught
i train
so I can let it be
Cause all there is
and all i have
its just LOVE
thats whats inside of me
love is chiding me
For my mind wants one things to see
But love, its inside me
In love, its beauty, its all around me
I live in love, its besides me
small hearts beating in the bed
i lie close, feel the sweat we shed
My friends, already texting me
I share my love
So they reach out to me
I wake
Love is all around me
Cause I am love
just look through me
So all illusion
try suffering me
i might get caught
i train
so I can let it be
Cause all there is
and all i have
its just LOVE
thats whats inside of me
Saturday, January 28, 2012
RUMI translated by Coleman Barks 1994
This being human is a guest-house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each guest has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each guest has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
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