Archive for February, 2015

Be for others

The more I am hollowed

by the fire,

the more my ribs

spread like the tree of life.

The more I am washed

by the tears of others, the more

my heart rounds like an ocean shell.

The more stories I tell

of how one picks up another,

the more my hands open

like scoops for grain.

To be what others drink,

to be what others stand on

to reach what they love —

we should be so lucky

to be worn to this.

— Mark Nepo, Reduced to Joy, p. 139


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Listen for guides, but use their wisdom as you

would a lamp to read your own heart. If someone

dissuades you from your heart, they are not

a guide. A guide, like a ferryman, brings you

close to the water, will even help you cross,

but it’s your own thirst that makes you cry

stop, wait — so you can drink.

— Mark Nepo, Reduced to Joy, p. 121

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Filling you

Life can sap your heart and soul.

In the midst of your hectic schedule,

I am your hiding place.

Take time to be still

and know that I am God.

Come to Me when you’re worn out

and stressed out.

I’ll refresh you and show you how

to live freely and lightly.

In My presence,

you’ll find satisfying joy.

Filling you,

Your God of Hope.

— Stephanie Howard, Hugs for Women on the Go, p. 54-55, from Psalms 32:7, 46:10, 16:11, and Matthew 11:28-30

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A matter of practice

Our true home is in the present moment.

To live in the present moment

is a miracle.

The miracle is not to walk on water.

The miracle is to walk on the green

earth in the present moment,

to appreciate the peace and

beauty that are available now.

Peace is all around us — in the

world and nature — and within

us — in our bodies and our spirits.

Once we learn to touch this

peace, we will be healed

and transformed.

It is not a matter of faith;

it is a matter of practice.

— Thich Nhat Hanh

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Waiting on God

What a blessing when we wait on God

who knows our heart’s desires,

and wants what is best for us

and for those we love!

— Nancy Corbett Cole

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God, the Last

Gray mist between trees:

Portal we pass through en route

To new adventures

— Judith Valente, in The Art of Pausing, p. 210

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Made from bone

When I can be the truth,

it grows more and more clear

when it is necessary to tell the truth.

That is, when I have access to the place

within me that is lighted, I don’t have

to speak heatedly. I can just give away

warmth. When I am still enough to brush

quietly with eternity, I don’t have to

speak of God. I can just offer peace

to those around me.

A tree grows so it can convey wind.

It is not the wind. And a person grows

in order to convey spirit.

They say that animals recharge

their innocence each time they hoof

the earth. And we are reborn

each time we touch what matters.

— Mark Nepo, Reduced to Joy, p. 44-45

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