Rumi and Thirsty Heart

Be thirsty heart,
seek forever without rest.
Let this soundless longing
hidden deep inside you
be the source
of every word you say.

The Religion of Love

I profess the religion of love,
Love is my religion and my faith.
My mother is love
My father is love
My prophet is love
My God is love
I am a child of love
I have come only to speak of love.



I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow
In that silence, I will hear the voice of spirit,
And freed from this world, I will see another world
Where the end is another beginning.


Course in Miracles Lesson

“A healed mind does not plan. It carries out the plans that it receives through listening to wisdom that is not its own. It waits until it has been taught what should be done, and then proceeds to do it. It does not depend upon itself for anything except its adequacy to fulfill the plans assigned to it. It is secure in certainty that obstacles can not impede its progress to accomplishment of any goal that serves the greater plan established for the good of everyone.”

Earth Prayers by Thich Nhat Hanh

from Earth Prayers, Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.
Look at me: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird whose wings are still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a 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 in the
surface of the river.
I am also the bird which, when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.
I am a frog swimming happily in the
clear water of a pond.
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.
I am also the merchant of arms, selling deadly
weapons to Uganda.
I am the 12-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after
being raped by a sea pirate.
I am also the pirate, my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with
plenty of power in my hand.
I am also the man who has to pay his
“debt of blood” to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
My joy is like spring, so warm it makes
flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it
fills up all the four oceans.
Please call me by my correct names,
so that I can hear all my cries and my laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are but one.
Please call me by my correct names,
so I can become awake,
and so that the door of my heart be left open,
the door of compassion.

Ram Dass on projections of your own mind

It’s like a moth being drawn to the Light. As you reach a certain point, you realize that you only see the projections of your own mind. Everything that’s happening to you is a teaching designed to burn out your “stuff”. Your humanity isn’t an error. All your desires are part of the journey.

– Ram Dass


Soul as Teacher

“None can teach you, none can make you spiritual.  There is no other teacher but your own soul.”  Swami Vivekananda.

I don’t know who this Swami is……and I don’t even know the definition of “soul”…….each one of us has a certain awareness of our higher qualities……..and to me, that seems to be our greatest teacher.  Others can point the way, emphasize certain points to consider……but ultimately, our own lives form the basis of our teachings.

How do our particular childhood environments, relationships, careers relate to our self-realization of who we truly are?   If our lives are a reflection of what goes on inside of us, then relationships with love and joy, honesty and integrity mirror our qualities to us.  If our relationships to events and people are resonating with energy that is clogged and blocked, then those are the signs that point us in the direction of what stands in our way of radiating our beautiful inner Selves.

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