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Poems:

Sky

If blue sky is the Canvas for our thoughts, breathe air into the clouds that represent those thoughts

Serenity

Walk the razor path of life with your head held high and your shoulders back. remember choiceless awareness lest yee forget resistance to death brings great suffering. acceptance brings serenity. Be serene for others.

Nirvana

Some people think life should be heaven.

Some think it should resemble Hell

Both are wrong, but both are right because I am grateful.

Grass

We support clovers and dovers

doves and turtles and turtle doves

We are a disease and a cure

something to hold onto

something to rip apart

something to stop the world from spinning

Somewhere to start the carousel

a place for swings and 

a place to sing.

Rose

That's just what we do...

We show up,

Make mistakes,

Learn what we can,

Arrest judgement,

Be Resilient.

Rhododendron

We bloom once, maybe twice per year

We enjoy shed'd tears

We hope to cause no fears

leaves so lucious green

flowers so pristine

bark so coarse and rough

to show that we are so tough

Sunflower

We may be the yellowest, brightest flower

But we do so much more with our power

to transform the living into the dead

henceforth the seeds we shed

pedals so small

stems so tall

We love to spread out on the grassy knoll

Be Quantum

Be a one

Ride the primal source of light into this realm

And deliver Kind Connection

Be a zero

Inhale and return to stillness. Gather strength, power, and knowledge from yourself, and yet,

From nothing.

Be the water molecule within the raindrop we came from, the clouds gathered with our friends.

Together we fall, claiming our window is the only one.

Fear of uncertain shadows the light of hope.

We hit the leaf, rolling uncontrollably to the tip.

A breath

Stillness

A light

The light

Begins to shine through the breath.

Fear has been cut, wounded in defeat, for now.

on the light, something, someone.

Too small to see and too large to comprehend.

We accept the Mystery for what it is.

Upon acceptance, A Gift.

The gift of the light

penetrating the outer layer of the water drop.

Past our friends

Past our presence

Into our hearts

Again Breathe

And with that breath, a whisper is heard

A single syllable

And with that symbol

The mystery explained.

Lavender

We have love in common,

We don't know what it is,

But we want to teach,

and share,

and learn about it.

We don't know how, but we will try.

I love you.

From Others:

Rumi: In response to one who said  his prayers were never answered, he never heard anything back.

"The longing you express 

is the return message.

The grief you cry out from 

draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness that wants help

is the secret cup."

WHAT IS GRACE - St John of the Cross

‘What is grace’ I asked God.

And He said,

‘All that happens.’

Then He added, when I looked perplexed,

‘Could not lovers

say that every moment in their Beloved’s arms

was grace?

Existence is my arms,

though I well understand how one can turn

away from

me

until the heart has 

wisdom.’

Know the nature of your Beloved.

In His loving eyes

your every thought, word and movement 

is always, always 

beautiful. 

-Hafiz

Grief is the garden of compassion - rumi

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