at the beginning...

when you reach the end 

of what you should know -

you will be 

at the beginning 

of what 

you

should 

sense.

the least...

The least movement 

is of importance 

to all nature. 

The entire ocean 

is affected 

by a pebble.

your inner being...

 

Your 
emotions 

are not 
from 

your 

physical 

world. 

They 
come 
forth 

from 
the 

inner 

world 

and 

are 
directly 

communicated 

to 
you 

from 
your 

Inner Being.

the question of our heart...

Our heart glows,

and secret unrest 

gnaws at the 

root of our being. 

Dealing with 

the unconscious 

has become 

a question 

of life 

for us.

the ancients know...

As the ancient myth makers knew, 

we are children equally 

of the earth and the sky.

the forgotten corner...

Who are we? 

We find that we live 

on an insignificant planet 

of a humdrum star

lost in a galaxy 

tucked away 

in some 

forgotten corner 

of a universe 

in which there are 

far more 

galaxies 

than 

people.

incredible is waiting...

Somewhere,

something incredible

is waiting

to be known.

the new world...

Each friend represents a world in us,

a world not possibly born until they arrive, 

and it is only by this meeting that 

a new world is born."

the path with heart...

Look at every path closely and deliberately,

then ask ourselves this crucial question: 

Does this path have a heart? 

If it does, then the path is good. 

If it doesn't, it is of no use.

only through love...

For small 
creatures 

such as we 

the vastness is 

bearable only

through 
love.

which way do you choose?

There are two ways to live: 

you can live as if 

nothing is a miracle; 

you can live as if

everything is a miracle.

which way do YOU choose?

the connector...

Human beings are made of 

body, mind and spirit.
Of these, 
spirit is primary,
for it connects us 

to the source of everything,
the eternal field of 

consciousness.

awakening into past lives...

It is...possible
within this lifetime
to enhance the
power of the mind,
enabling one to
re-access memories
from previous lives...
Once one has accessed
memories of previous lives
in the dream state,
one gradually recalls them
in the waking state.

- please don't miss today's other post below -

the magnetic feeling...

You are continually offering a message,
or pure meaning, to the Universe.

Not through your words,
not through your thoughts,
but through the way you feel.
 

Of course, the way you feel
in any moment is as a result
of your choice of thought or word.
 

But it is the way that you feel
that is your true message to the Universe,
and it is the way that you feel
that is your point of magnetic attraction.
 

And that which is like unto itself is drawn.

the parallel living room...

there are probably 

other parallel universes

in our living room - 

this is modern physics - 

the modern interpretation 

of quantum theory - 

that many worlds 

represent reality -

the seed and the engine...

Within the seed of your desire 

is everything necessary for it 

to blossom to fulfillment, and  

Law of Attraction is the 

engine that does the work.

the engulfing infinity...

Man is equally incapable 

of seeing the 

nothingness from which 

he emerges 

and the 

infinity in which 

he is engulfed.

this is where i've been - and remain -

yesterday

storm's beginning

UPDATE - SNOW PLOW CAME THROUGH THIS AFTERNOON - ONE SWIFT SWOOP - AT LEAST ABLE TO LEAVE DRIVE - CAREFULLY - MAYBE TOMORROW ;)

just to let you all know i've not been away by choice at all - we are in the midst of a huge blizzard with more than 2-1/2 feet of snow out our front door - a lot of people are without power but ours has remained on for which i am so grateful - however, have had no cable or internet or land phones until about an hour ago [since friday] - entire state shut down basically - we have managed to clear the drive to the street but the street remains under all the snow as state and private plows all under emergency use for keeping main roads open - no private developments/neighborhoods have been plowed yet and no one knows when they will be - good news is that sun was out all day yesterday and is out today - beautiful - bad news is that another foot or more of snow expected to hit tomorrow into all day wednesday in this area all the way over to dc and into pennsylvania, etc - oh, and other bad news - now running out of basic necessity kinds of supplies -

please send saint bernards - chocolate, fresh fruit and wine appreciated!   

now off to your places to see what's new and exciting while i still can - see you there!

the buddha moment...

Do not dwell in the past, 

do not dream of the future, 

concentrate the mind 

on the present moment.

true life...

Our truest life

is when 

we are 

in our dreams 

awake.

CANTO XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu

Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.

Look at me from the depths of the earth,
tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,
groom of totemic guanacos,
mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,
iceman of Andean tears,
jeweler with crushed fingers,
farmer anxious among his seedlings,
potter wasted among his clays--
bring to the cup of this new life
your ancient buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow;
say to me: here I was scourged
because a gem was dull or because the earth
failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.
Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,
the wood they used to crucify your body.
Strike the old flints
to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips
glued to your wounds throughout the centuries
and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Throughout the earth
let dead lips congregate,
out of the depths spin this long night to me
as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.

Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.

Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.

Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

[trish, you know, i could not help but think of you when i posted this - the words and the image - perhaps we met there once, in another time] 

welcome home, trish...

glad you're back!

being loved and loving...

Being
deeply

loved
by someone 

gives you
strength, 

while
loving

someone
deeply 

gives
you
courage.

hope and focus...

i find hope

in the darkest

of days

and focus 

in the brightest -

i do not judge

the

universe -