HEARTH
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MIST
What Is the Root of all these Words? One thing: love. But a love so deep and sweet It needed to express itself With scents, sounds, colors That never before Existed. Hafiz Trans. by Daniel Landinsky The morning sky has been grey and misty this past week. People...
FALL LIGHT – elemental meeting
I went everywhere with longing in my eyes, until here in my own house I felt truth filling my sight. Lalla Translated by Coleman Barks As I stepped outside the front door this morning, I was immediately reminded of the elemental liveliness of the fall...
WEB – glimmers of self
What has risen from the tangled web of thought and sinew now shines with jubilation through the eyes of angels and shouts of Infinite existence itself. Hafiz Translated by Daniel Ladinsky It seems that everywhere there are signs of being in the heart of the fall...
MOUSE – unshakable humility
A reminder to humbly notice the subtle, the spurned and the small.
LAMB’S EAR – gentle presence
Touched by all that love is I draw closer toward you Saddened by all that love is I run from you. Surprised by all that love is I remain alert in stillness. František Halas There, in the dirt, was an empty hole. Just the day before, there had been a thriving...
PRE-DAWN ~ loving transition
Pre-dawn offers a subtle invitation to slow down and prayerfully notice the ever-present grace of life’s transitions.
LEAVES – endless community
Remember the landscape in your heart.
Trees – living essence
Remember the landscape in your heart.
VINES – voices of interconnectivity
Sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes of separation: You and I, so fond of the notion of a you and an I, should live as though we ’d never heard those pronouns. Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks On first glimpse, the weather seems normal in our neighborhood. ...
OAKS – mighty beings
There’s a tree that existed before the woods, in age twice as old. Its roots suffered as the valley changed, its leaves deformed by wind and frost. People all laugh at its withered aspect, caring nothing about the core’s beauty. When the bark is all stripped off, only...
Dappled Light
You’re in my eyes. How else could I see light? You’re in my brain. This wild joy. If love did not live in matter, how would any place have any hold on anyone? Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks A delicate pattern of lacy forms covered the pathway. Wavy lines of...
GROUND
The ground invites me to steadily listen to and surrender into the messages of loving comfort and peacefulness.
