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A Monday meander

Small beauty.
Small beauty.

There is no less holiness at this time – as you are reading this – than there was on the day the Red Sea parted, or that day in the 30th year, in the 4th month, on the 5th day of the month as Ezekiel was a captive by the river Cheban, when the heavens opened and he saw visions of god. There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree at the end of your street than there was under Buddha’s bo tree. In any instant the sacred may wipe you with its finger. In any instant the bush may flare, your feet may rise, or you may see a bunch of souls in trees.

~ Annie Dillard, For the Time Being

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A Wednesday walk

Off in the distance.
Off in the distance.

You never hear people put it this way, and I don’t intend to start a trend, but when we consider the ever-evolving process of a person’s thinking, the way a person imagines and organizes the world, it could almost seem appropriate to ask each other from time to time, How’s your religion coming along? How’s it going? Born again, or the same old, same old? Did you successfully distinguish darkness from light in the course of your day? Is there a fever in your mind that won’t go away? Mind if I prescribe a poem?

~ David Dark

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A Monday meander

A pop of color to wake up the eyes.
A pop of color to wake up the eyes.

To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is itself to succumb to the violence of our times.

~Thomas Merton

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More meandering on Assateague Island

Perched on the dunes.
Perched on the dunes.

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 

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A Monday meander

Entering the darkness of the woods.
Entering the darkness on a sunny day.

Lost

Stand still.
The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you.

~ David Whyte, The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America

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A Monday meander

Entering the woods.
Entering the woods.

A Night Full of Talking

A night full of talking that hurts,
my worst held-back secrets. Everything
has to do with loving and not loving.
This night will pass.
Then we have work to do.

~ Rumi, From “A Year With Rumi: Daily Readings”

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