Wednesday, March 1, 2017

It is in the Quality...


It is in the quality of being truly open 
to find what was there all along, 
in the Miraculous of everyday life. 
~J

Monday, February 27, 2017

I've Been "Seeing" Aspects of Myself...



Pablo Picasso

I've been "seeing" aspects of myself, 
my ordinary self that have been difficult to see, to bear. 
Yet this is necessary, 
for the old ways/aspects to drop off 
so something new can enter. 
All one can do is ask for help, 
guidance, and that's actually a lot...
for to see these things in my self, 
in a part of my self, is a big thing and to ask for help in a real place, 
in a sincere part of me. 
It has been humbling, good, 
and something that is difficult at the same time.
~M

Friday, February 17, 2017

Ready Am I to Go...




Ready am I to go, 
and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, 
only another loving look cast backward,
And then I shall stand among you, 

a seafarer among seafarers.

And you, vast sea, sleeping mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, 

only another murmur in this glade, 
And then I shall come to you, 
a boundless drop to a boundless ocean. 
~Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

A Drop in a River Begins Small...


A drop in a river begins small, 
somewhere in the forest, 
and gathers more water and life to itself 
upon its journey from the mountains back to the ocean. 
Eventually, as it perseveres, 
it joins with trillions and trillions of water molecules — 
all moving in a massive rhythm of oneness. 
One by one, the droplets evaporate as mist into the sky 
and eventually begin their journey again.
Not so unlike our lives, and lifetimes. 
We feel separate but with hydrogens in a higher state, 
we are part of the oneness. 
Eventually, we will learn fully that we are eternal as we change forms. 
What a gift this life is!
~E

Monday, February 13, 2017

Mervyn Spent Time Writing...



Mervyn spent time writing with such detail  
about the moments of his life in which REAL memories had formed, 
those moments of higher understanding 
which he strung together like a beautiful row of pearls. 
Not just in his own heart, 
but so very clearly and poetically for us, his students. 
And he left us moments of beauty 
which would unfold later, 
as we evolved, and blossom in our hearts, 
creating moments of higher understanding; 
that string of pearls is still unfolding.
~J