Archive for May 11th, 2014

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The animating pure essence expressing through all things,

like breath which enters and nourishes the form,

then is released into open space.

Breeze of consciousness

weaves the living processes of the Earth,

I am humbled and bow in thanksgiving to This.




Inextricably entwined in all life, we are
a comic living organism,  within all relationship,

beyond all that can be defined.

The illusion of  separation dissolves and we know

pure essence  actively partakes in the creation, sustaining,

and dissolution of the Earth.

This vast embrace so unconditionally loving,

nothing is denied…




I breathe and give thanks for this love beyond all conditions.



Breathing, acting, thinking, expanding, contracting,

arises and falls with our shared world.

Our  heart in its whirl-push beats out the cosmic rhythm.

This morning we breathe in the expelled breath of plants

from it’s journey of  thousands of miles.

In our essence we are part of the part of the plant,the plant is part of us.

The rivers, the mountains, the trees, the herbs,

the morning mists, the gathering waters, the approaching storm,

we always have and always will be, This.

My dear kinship we are bonded by This; Love Supreme.

The strength and wisdom of all the earth flow through us.

This day may we be empty of the self that separates from this knowing.

May our hearts be open and filled  with the givens of love,

it’s empathy and creativity.

There is no true escape of our interconnectedness

May we live with reverence with all life.

We are the hunted whales, the palm trees, the vanishing tigers,

the homeless drug addicted, the Earth our self.

My prayer, this day and always;

May there be healing of our illusion of separation,
from all each other, from all life, from our Self.

May we seek to know the binding curve that joins us together.
May we be aware and open.
May our lives in consciousness awake and know we are One.



Breathe, I am open to receive…..




Please Call Me By My True Names

A Poem By Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope,
the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the
surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the
clear water of a pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who,
approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
weapons to Uganda











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