There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
You feel the separation
from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love
comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school.
It may be a good thing to copy reality, but to invent reality is much, much better, ~ Verde
A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be. ~ Bruce Springsteen
The skilful masters (of the Tao) in old times, with a subtle
and exquisite penetration, comprehended its mysteries, and were deep
(also) so as to elude men’s knowledge. As they were thus beyond men’s
knowledge, I will make an effort to describe of what sort they
appeared to be.
Shrinking looked they like those who wade through a stream in
winter; irresolute like those who are afraid of all around them; grave
like a guest (in awe of his host); evanescent like ice that is melting
away; unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into
anything; vacant like a valley, and dull like muddy water.
Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)? Let it be still, and it
will gradually become clear. Who can secure the condition of rest?
Let movement go on, and the condition of rest will gradually arise.
They who preserve this method of the Tao do not wish to be full (of
themselves). It is through their not being full of themselves that
they can afford to seem worn and not appear new and complete.
If I cannot forgive myself
For all the blunders
That I have made
Over the years,
Then how can I proceed?
How can I ever
Dream perfection-dreams?
Move, I must, forward.
Fly, I must, upward.
Dive, I must, inward,
To be once more
What I truly am
And shall forever remain.
You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice. ~ Bob Marley
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. – Mark Twain
Remember
by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
There are stories in everything. I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lampposts, and newspaper stands.” O. Henry (William Sidney Porter)
In Silence
by Thomas Merton
Be still.
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
to speak yourname.
Listen
to the living walls.Who are you?
Who
are you? Whose
silence are you?Who (be quiet)
are you (as these stones
are quiet). Do not
think of what you are
still less of
what you may one day be.Rather
be what you are (but who?)
be the unthinkable one
you do not know.O be still, while
you are still alive,
and all things live around youspeaking (I do not hear)
to your own being,
speaking by the unknown
that is in you and in themselves.“I will try, like them
to be my own silence:
and this is difficult. The whole
world is secretly on fire. The stones
burn, even the stones they burn me.
How can a man be still or
listen to all things burning?
How can he dare to sit with them
when all their silence is on fire?”
