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Peace In The Greatest Mind
Sometimes we feel discouraged When we see the ways of the blind But then we become encouraged Through peace in the greatest mind The winds of this world are strong And the waves of the sea do grind But we’ve found rest with sanctuary Through peace in the greatest mind The mystery of the unchartered future And the history we've left behind Makes us stand fast and strong Through peace in the greatest mind To whom greater can we turn to Or in whom wiser can we find Than the One now with us to lead us Through peace in the greatest mind
©2010 Copyright Lawrence E Tucker
Peace In The Greatest Mind
Sometimes we feel discouraged When we see the ways of the blind But then we become encouraged Through peace in the greatest mind The winds of this world are strong And the waves of the sea do grind But we’ve found rest with sanctuary Through peace in the greatest mind The mystery of the unchartered future And the history we've left behind Makes us stand fast and strong Through peace in the greatest mind To whom greater can we turn to Or in whom wiser can we find Than the One now with us to lead us Through peace in the greatest mind
©2010 Copyright Lawrence E Tucker
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Integrated Gospel Perceptions
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The Greatest Mind
The winds of this world are strong And the waves of the sea do grind But we are renewed with sanctuary Through peace in The Greatest Mind
The Greatest Mind
The winds of this world are strong And the waves of the sea do grind But we are renewed with sanctuary Through peace in The Greatest Mind
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No Ordinary Laugh
Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars. A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror. The devil dances in fields of corn. No ordinary laugh. She's chained to life like a prisoner, doubting her faith with a lack of hope. Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts. Feelings bounce from one to another. It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken. Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection. Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be. Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself. Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble. In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.
No Ordinary Laugh
Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars. A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror. The devil dances in fields of corn. No ordinary laugh. She's chained to life like a prisoner, doubting her faith with a lack of hope. Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts. Feelings bounce from one to another. It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken. Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection. Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be. Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself. Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble. In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.
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No Ordinary Laugh
Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars. A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror. The devil dances in fields of corn. No ordinary laugh. She's chained to life like a prisoner, doubting her faith with a lack of hope. Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts. Feelings bounce from one to another. It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken. Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection. Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be. Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself. Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble. In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.
No Ordinary Laugh
Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars. A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror. The devil dances in fields of corn. No ordinary laugh. She's chained to life like a prisoner, doubting her faith with a lack of hope. Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts. Feelings bounce from one to another. It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken. Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection. Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be. Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself. Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble. In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.
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A Brief History of Social Economy
Our needs are simple: food, shelter, security, comfort, leisure to create. But historically, there has never been enough to go around. The basics of life were available only to those who could command the labor of others on their behalf.
There has always been a struggle to determine who shall toil and who shall live in leisure. Comfort was linked inextricably to oppression. Because we were either slaves or masters, we have a long habit of distrust, and have learned to regard each other as competitors in a struggle for power and pursuit of scarce resources.
In the 21st Century, mankind for the first time has the potential for sufficiency. Machines substitute for labor. Technology has given us the horn of plenty, and no one’s comfort need depend any longer on the suffering of another.
Habits die slowly. The mental orientation toward scarcity is deeply ingrained, and the hunger for power will not die in a single generation. But reality will free us in time from resentments and struggle. As the basis for our fears dies away, so, too, will the fears, and with them our constrained habits of thought.
We shall be freed to regard one another as sacred souls all, reflections of ourselves and companions on our voyage into mystery.
A Brief History of Social Economy
Our needs are simple: food, shelter, security, comfort, leisure to create. But historically, there has never been enough to go around. The basics of life were available only to those who could command the labor of others on their behalf.
There has always been a struggle to determine who shall toil and who shall live in leisure. Comfort was linked inextricably to oppression. Because we were either slaves or masters, we have a long habit of distrust, and have learned to regard each other as competitors in a struggle for power and pursuit of scarce resources.
In the 21st Century, mankind for the first time has the potential for sufficiency. Machines substitute for labor. Technology has given us the horn of plenty, and no one’s comfort need depend any longer on the suffering of another.
Habits die slowly. The mental orientation toward scarcity is deeply ingrained, and the hunger for power will not die in a single generation. But reality will free us in time from resentments and struggle. As the basis for our fears dies away, so, too, will the fears, and with them our constrained habits of thought.
We shall be freed to regard one another as sacred souls all, reflections of ourselves and companions on our voyage into mystery.
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Daily Inspiration
Josh Mitteldorf
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All the Time in the World
A billion years ago, when you implanted the first nuclear membrane in the first eukaryotic cell, laying the foundation for multicellular life, impatience was nowhere in your process.
So what if it takes another thousand years to establish utopian peace and universal human empathy?
All the Time in the World
A billion years ago, when you implanted the first nuclear membrane in the first eukaryotic cell, laying the foundation for multicellular life, impatience was nowhere in your process.
So what if it takes another thousand years to establish utopian peace and universal human empathy?
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Daily Inspiration
Josh Mitteldorf
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Contribution #3263
Seeing with clarity, a practice discipline
Learn to love the world.
Every life has a story, every story is important.
Don’t judge others, love them.
Don’t try to be profound, just be true.
Treat everyone with dignity and respect.
There are no ordinary people, there are only extraordinary ones.
Remember to laugh and to see humor in everyday things.
Be a servant.
Seeing with clarity, a practice discipline
Learn to love the world.
Every life has a story, every story is important.
Don’t judge others, love them.
Don’t try to be profound, just be true.
Treat everyone with dignity and respect.
There are no ordinary people, there are only extraordinary ones.
Remember to laugh and to see humor in everyday things.
Be a servant.
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I wrote and published it originally in 1999, adding the second line in 2008.
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Voices Education Project
The mission: Helping people understand the roots of war, violence, and conflict by hearing the voices of witnesses and helping communities to take compassionate action. This is what
Voices Education Project is all about. I was a founder of this project that provides resources to teachers and students who are exploring the subjects of war and violent conflict, peace and peace-making.
The vision: Acknowledging that conflict is inevitable, we envision a world in which nations, communities, and individuals move beyond polarization and destruction, instead viewing conflict as an opportunity to create understanding, empathy and positive change. Through education, the arts, and self-expression, Voices aims to transform how we respond to, engage in, and recover from conflict. By working directly with instructors and students we strive to model pedagogical methods and social processes that challenge and enrich the arts, humanities and social science curricula.
Voices Education Project
The mission: Helping people understand the roots of war, violence, and conflict by hearing the voices of witnesses and helping communities to take compassionate action. This is what
Voices Education Project is all about. I was a founder of this project that provides resources to teachers and students who are exploring the subjects of war and violent conflict, peace and peace-making.
The vision: Acknowledging that conflict is inevitable, we envision a world in which nations, communities, and individuals move beyond polarization and destruction, instead viewing conflict as an opportunity to create understanding, empathy and positive change. Through education, the arts, and self-expression, Voices aims to transform how we respond to, engage in, and recover from conflict. By working directly with instructors and students we strive to model pedagogical methods and social processes that challenge and enrich the arts, humanities and social science curricula.
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Birdwings
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.
Birdwings
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.
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The Essential Rumi
by Translated by Coleman Barks
Page p. 174
Published by Harper
, San Francisco, CA
, 1995
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The Essential Rumi
by Translated by Coleman Barks
Page p. 174
Published by Harper
, San Francisco, CA
, 1995
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Contribution #2817
Would We do as Well?
In a laboratory setting, macaques were fed if they were willing to pull a chain and electrically shock an unrelated macaque whose agony was in plain view through a one-way mirror. Otherwise, they starved. After learning the ropes, the monkeys frequently refused to pull the chain; in one experiment only 13% would do so - 87% preferred to go hungry. One macaque went without food for nearly two weeks rather than hurt its fellow. Macaques who had themselves been shocked in previous experiments were even less willing to pull the chain. The relative social status or gender of the macaques had little bearing on their reluctance to hurt others. If the circumstances were reversed, and captive humans were offered the same deal by macaque scientists, would we do as well?
Would We do as Well?
In a laboratory setting, macaques were fed if they were willing to pull a chain and electrically shock an unrelated macaque whose agony was in plain view through a one-way mirror. Otherwise, they starved. After learning the ropes, the monkeys frequently refused to pull the chain; in one experiment only 13% would do so - 87% preferred to go hungry. One macaque went without food for nearly two weeks rather than hurt its fellow. Macaques who had themselves been shocked in previous experiments were even less willing to pull the chain. The relative social status or gender of the macaques had little bearing on their reluctance to hurt others. If the circumstances were reversed, and captive humans were offered the same deal by macaque scientists, would we do as well?
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Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
Page 107
Published by Ballantine
, 1993
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Contribution #2815
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Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
Page 107
Published by Ballantine
, 1993
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Contribution #2815
Masses
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent; Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts. Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children--these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them. And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night--and all broken, humble ruins of nations.
Masses
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent; Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts. Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children--these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them. And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night--and all broken, humble ruins of nations.
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Chicago Poems
Published by Henry Holt
, New York
, 1916
http://carl-sandburg.com/masses.htm
Contribution #2564
They Will Say
Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun and the dew, And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky, And the reckless rain; you put them between walls To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages, To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.
They Will Say
Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun and the dew, And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky, And the reckless rain; you put them between walls To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages, To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.
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Chicago Poems
Page 9
Published by Henry Holt
, New York
, 1916
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1801.html
Contribution #2563
As Gandhi Said
Humanity’s resort to violence To settle ego’s conflicts makes no sense, For everything we claim to be humane Bids us to be compassionate and sane:
To love our neighbors as we love ourselves And stash our grievances on basement shelves Once we’ve resolved our conflicts peacefully With justice, honor, truth and equity.
That’s our ideal, proclaimed by saints and sages In wisdom texts and scriptures through the ages, And yet in all this time we’ve still not learned The arts of peace for which we’ve deeply yearned.
Only a peaceful Spirit saves the day: “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way."
As Gandhi Said
Humanity’s resort to violence To settle ego’s conflicts makes no sense, For everything we claim to be humane Bids us to be compassionate and sane:
To love our neighbors as we love ourselves And stash our grievances on basement shelves Once we’ve resolved our conflicts peacefully With justice, honor, truth and equity.
That’s our ideal, proclaimed by saints and sages In wisdom texts and scriptures through the ages, And yet in all this time we’ve still not learned The arts of peace for which we’ve deeply yearned.
Only a peaceful Spirit saves the day: “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way."
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Alan Nordstrom
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Alan Nordstrom
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Contribution #2553
On Migraines
Who would I be without my migraines, without bouts of intense helpless pain that began before I could tell people what was going on? I empathize with end of life decisions, because I have experienced a state in which death would be a mercy. I glimpse the anguish of a bombed child or a burn victim. I understand hell, viscerally. Would I be as compassionate as I am? Would I have chosen to be a healer? Would I still believe in the self-indulgent absurdity of a perfect loving god who slotted most of humanity for unending torture?
On Migraines
Who would I be without my migraines, without bouts of intense helpless pain that began before I could tell people what was going on? I empathize with end of life decisions, because I have experienced a state in which death would be a mercy. I glimpse the anguish of a bombed child or a burn victim. I understand hell, viscerally. Would I be as compassionate as I am? Would I have chosen to be a healer? Would I still believe in the self-indulgent absurdity of a perfect loving god who slotted most of humanity for unending torture?
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Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
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Francis of Assisi
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Francis of Assisi
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Contribution #2219
Please Call Me By My True Names, because I have so many names.
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive. Look deeply: I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arive, in oder to laugh and to cry, in order to fear and to hope, the rhythm of my heart is the birth and dealth of all that are alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river, and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time to eat the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond, and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silance, feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the 12 year old girl, refugee on a small boat, who thros herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate, and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands, and I am 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 the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of comapssion.
Please Call Me By My True Names, because I have so many names.
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive. Look deeply: I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arive, in oder to laugh and to cry, in order to fear and to hope, the rhythm of my heart is the birth and dealth of all that are alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river, and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time to eat the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond, and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silance, feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the 12 year old girl, refugee on a small boat, who thros herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate, and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands, and I am 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 the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of comapssion.
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Being Peace
Page 83-85
Published by Parallax Press
, Berkeley, CA
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Being Peace
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Contribution #1867
of Buying and Selling
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And he answered and said:
To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied.
Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.
When in the market place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices, -
Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst and sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value.
And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who would sell their words for your labour.
To such men you should say,
"Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net;
For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us."
And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players, - buy of their gifts also.
For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.
And before you leave the marketplace, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands.
For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are satisfied.
of Buying and Selling
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And he answered and said:
To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied.
Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.
When in the market place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices, -
Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst and sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value.
And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who would sell their words for your labour.
To such men you should say,
"Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net;
For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us."
And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players, - buy of their gifts also.
For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.
And before you leave the marketplace, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands.
For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are satisfied.
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The Prophet
Page 37-38
Published by Alfred A. Knopf
, New York
, 1992
http://www-rcf.usc.edu/~pvk/literature/gibran/gibran11.html
Contribution #1828
Affection
To feel affectionate toward all things living, All creatures great and small, is my ideal; St. Francis is my model for such giving, Who proves this rational abstraction real. He shows me it is possible to feel Our kinship with all Nature and grow kind, To sympathize with others and to heal What’s broken in ourselves, both heart and mind. Without such fellow-feeling we grow cold, Cut off from the embrace of sympathy, Reduced to what is simply bought and sold, Transactions without passion, without glee. What’s tender, gentle, soft, confederate Is best, since what I give is what I get.
Affection
To feel affectionate toward all things living, All creatures great and small, is my ideal; St. Francis is my model for such giving, Who proves this rational abstraction real. He shows me it is possible to feel Our kinship with all Nature and grow kind, To sympathize with others and to heal What’s broken in ourselves, both heart and mind. Without such fellow-feeling we grow cold, Cut off from the embrace of sympathy, Reduced to what is simply bought and sold, Transactions without passion, without glee. What’s tender, gentle, soft, confederate Is best, since what I give is what I get.
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Alan Nordstrom
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Alan Nordstrom's Blog "
http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-10T04%3A29%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
Viewed on June 13, 2008
Contribution #1489
True Need
“True affluence is not needing anything.” What right have we to own more than we need So long as someone else is going without? This has to be the fundamental creed Of our humanity, I cannot doubt. True affluence, as Gary Snyder said, Is needing nothing—lacking only need: Shelter, clothing, rest, and daily bread, Good health, companionship, we’re all agreed, Are absolute human necessities, Yet we need more than that to be humane, For only justice with compassion frees Our souls from avarice and leaves us sane. We are a greedy breed who’ve still to learn To make the needs of others our concern.
True Need
“True affluence is not needing anything.” What right have we to own more than we need So long as someone else is going without? This has to be the fundamental creed Of our humanity, I cannot doubt. True affluence, as Gary Snyder said, Is needing nothing—lacking only need: Shelter, clothing, rest, and daily bread, Good health, companionship, we’re all agreed, Are absolute human necessities, Yet we need more than that to be humane, For only justice with compassion frees Our souls from avarice and leaves us sane. We are a greedy breed who’ve still to learn To make the needs of others our concern.
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Alan Nordstrom
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Alan Nordstrom's Blog "
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Viewed on June 13, 2008
Contribution #1488
Curing Evil
If we could pick the lock of every brain And know the hidden motives of our sins, We’d see that all offensiveness begins As recompense for some infernal pain. All evils are the deeds of the insane For malady and wickedness are twins; Salvation is the salve that heals our sins, Relieves our wound, and then removes its stain. That heal and health and holiness are one At root reveals there’s curing to be done.
Curing Evil
If we could pick the lock of every brain And know the hidden motives of our sins, We’d see that all offensiveness begins As recompense for some infernal pain. All evils are the deeds of the insane For malady and wickedness are twins; Salvation is the salve that heals our sins, Relieves our wound, and then removes its stain. That heal and health and holiness are one At root reveals there’s curing to be done.
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Alan Nordstrom
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Contribution #1477
Small Cactus
Your roots are set in barren land Your existence seems cold and bitter You stand alone and brave in a legendary graveyard Yet your body is green with life And the sight of you brings hope
Small Cactus
Your roots are set in barren land Your existence seems cold and bitter You stand alone and brave in a legendary graveyard Yet your body is green with life And the sight of you brings hope
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My Journals
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Contribution #1362
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dreams, For the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life's betrayals, Or have become shriveled and closed for fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life From God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me And not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone And if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments.
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dreams, For the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life's betrayals, Or have become shriveled and closed for fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life From God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me And not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone And if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments.
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True Justice
Enthroned upon the mighty truth,
Within the confines of the laws,
True Justice seeth not the man,
But only hears his cause.
Unconscious of his creed or race,
She cannot see, but only weighs;
For Justice with unbandaged eyes
Would be oppression in disguise.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
True Justice
Enthroned upon the mighty truth,
Within the confines of the laws,
True Justice seeth not the man,
But only hears his cause.
Unconscious of his creed or race,
She cannot see, but only weighs;
For Justice with unbandaged eyes
Would be oppression in disguise.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Three Passions
Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. In the union of love I have seen In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.
Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, But always pity brought me back to earth; Cries of pain reverberated in my heart Of children in famine, of victims tortured And of old people left helpless. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, And I too suffer.
This has been my life; I found it worth living.
Three Passions
Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. In the union of love I have seen In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.
Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, But always pity brought me back to earth; Cries of pain reverberated in my heart Of children in famine, of victims tortured And of old people left helpless. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, And I too suffer.
This has been my life; I found it worth living.
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Contribution #776
Please Call Me by My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow -- even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, 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, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am 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 all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.
Please Call Me by My True Names
Don't say that I will depart tomorrow -- even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, 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, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am 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 all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.
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Chief Tecumseh's words of wisdom
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Chief Tecumseh's words of wisdom
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
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Lakota Instructions for Living
Friend do it this way - that is, whatever you do in life, do the very best you can with both your heart and mind. And if you do it that way, the Power Of The Universe will come to your assistance, if your heart and mind are in Unity. When one sits in the Hoop Of The People, one must be responsible because All of Creation is related. And the hurt of one is the hurt of all. And the honor of one is the honor of all. And whatever we do effects everything in the universe. If you do it that way - that is, if you truly join your heart and mind as One - whatever you ask for, that's the Way It's Going To Be. passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman.
Lakota Instructions for Living
Friend do it this way - that is, whatever you do in life, do the very best you can with both your heart and mind. And if you do it that way, the Power Of The Universe will come to your assistance, if your heart and mind are in Unity. When one sits in the Hoop Of The People, one must be responsible because All of Creation is related. And the hurt of one is the hurt of all. And the honor of one is the honor of all. And whatever we do effects everything in the universe. If you do it that way - that is, if you truly join your heart and mind as One - whatever you ask for, that's the Way It's Going To Be. passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman.
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Contribution #661
The Child I Love
The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There's something different about him
He's not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he's not fully in ours
But only physically
Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise
This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his
That will never be
For it seems he can't be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he'll seek out this world
Maybe one day
He'll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me
Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him
Maybe one day
We can share each other's joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him
The Child I Love
The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There's something different about him
He's not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he's not fully in ours
But only physically
Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise
This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his
That will never be
For it seems he can't be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he'll seek out this world
Maybe one day
He'll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me
Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him
Maybe one day
We can share each other's joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him
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Contribution #616
May I be a Boat, a Raft, a Bridge
With folded hands,
I beseech the Buddhas of all directions
To shine the lamp of dharma
For all bewildered
In the gloom of misery.
I join my hands, beseeching the enlightened ones Who wish to pass beyond the bonds of sorrow; Do not leave us in our ignorance; Remain among us for unnumbered ages.
And through these actions now performed, By all the virtue i have just amassed, May all the pain of every living being Be wholly scattered and destroyed.
For all those ailing in the world, Until their every sickness has been healed, May I myself become for them The doctor, nurse and medicine itself.
My body, thus, and all my goods besides, And all my merits gained and to be gained, I give them all away withholding nothing To bring about the benefit of beings.
May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
A guide for those who journey on the road.
For those who wish to go across the water,
May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.
May I be a Boat, a Raft, a Bridge
With folded hands,
I beseech the Buddhas of all directions
To shine the lamp of dharma
For all bewildered
In the gloom of misery.
I join my hands, beseeching the enlightened ones Who wish to pass beyond the bonds of sorrow; Do not leave us in our ignorance; Remain among us for unnumbered ages.
And through these actions now performed, By all the virtue i have just amassed, May all the pain of every living being Be wholly scattered and destroyed.
For all those ailing in the world, Until their every sickness has been healed, May I myself become for them The doctor, nurse and medicine itself.
My body, thus, and all my goods besides, And all my merits gained and to be gained, I give them all away withholding nothing To bring about the benefit of beings.
May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
A guide for those who journey on the road.
For those who wish to go across the water,
May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.
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Prayer
May I become at all times, both now and forever
A protector for those without protection
A guide for those who have lost their way
A ship for those with oceans to cross
A sanctuary for those in danger
A lamp for those without light
A place of refuge for those who lack shelter
And a servant to all in need.
Prayer
May I become at all times, both now and forever
A protector for those without protection
A guide for those who have lost their way
A ship for those with oceans to cross
A sanctuary for those in danger
A lamp for those without light
A place of refuge for those who lack shelter
And a servant to all in need.
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Ethics for the New Millennium
by His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Page Ch. 16, p. 237
Published by Riverhead Books
, New York
, 1999
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Page Ch. 16, p. 237
Published by Riverhead Books
, New York
, 1999
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Contribution #535
Compassion
For you my child, born to besieged city bathed in blood, I bow my head.
Breathe deep, oh, child of war, my gift to you this day, the breath of life.
Draw hope, from freedom's gasp inhale, for I mere mortal man, exhale humanity.
I bear no arms against the beauty at my breast; bask in my benevolence. I cradle you, treasured infant. I, a surrogate, mother, you rest, that I might bring you shelter.
Bring back my youth, the child beneath these battered walls, and not the prodigy of battle.
For bonded by a blanket, soaked and stained, you and I, our souls are still the same.
Courage or cowardice, truth or lies, wisdom or folly, life or death; war distorts.
God speed, my little one. I protect you; glory, grace and virtue, personified through child and man.
Today, my precious ragged urchin, you will live. Compassion for the child has conquered all. The tragedy of life that brought us here, Pales beneath the guiding hand of God.
And this my innocent of war is victory.
You live, life lasts, war ends, time moves on.
Compassion
For you my child, born to besieged city bathed in blood, I bow my head.
Breathe deep, oh, child of war, my gift to you this day, the breath of life.
Draw hope, from freedom's gasp inhale, for I mere mortal man, exhale humanity.
I bear no arms against the beauty at my breast; bask in my benevolence. I cradle you, treasured infant. I, a surrogate, mother, you rest, that I might bring you shelter.
Bring back my youth, the child beneath these battered walls, and not the prodigy of battle.
For bonded by a blanket, soaked and stained, you and I, our souls are still the same.
Courage or cowardice, truth or lies, wisdom or folly, life or death; war distorts.
God speed, my little one. I protect you; glory, grace and virtue, personified through child and man.
Today, my precious ragged urchin, you will live. Compassion for the child has conquered all. The tragedy of life that brought us here, Pales beneath the guiding hand of God.
And this my innocent of war is victory.
You live, life lasts, war ends, time moves on.
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Contribution #508
Say a few mantras of compassion:
"My thoughts of concern are with everyone." "I care about my world brothers and sisters." "I let my compassion turn into action."
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Contribution #501
Forgiveness loosens the knot of hurt It lightens your body-mind burden. Feeling guilty for holding negative thoughts? Forgive yourself and let that go too. Enjoy the harmonious feelings that follow.
Forgiveness loosens the knot of hurt It lightens your body-mind burden. Feeling guilty for holding negative thoughts? Forgive yourself and let that go too. Enjoy the harmonious feelings that follow.
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The Practice
The Dalai Lama shared the following simple practice that will increase loving and compassion in the world. The Practice:
1. Spend 5 minutes at the beginning of each day remembering we all want the same things (to be happy and be loved) and we are all connected to one another. 2. Spend 5 minutes -- breathing in - cherishing yourself; and, breathing out - cherishing others. If you think about people you have difficulty cherishing, extend your cherishing to them anyway. 3. During the day extend that attitude to everyone you meet. Practice cherishing the simplest person (clerks, attendants, etc., as well as the "important" people in your life; cherish the people you love and the people you dislike). 4. Continue this practice no matter what happens or what anyone does to you.
These thoughts are very simple, inspiring and helpful. The practice of cherishing can be taken very deep if done wordlessly; allowing yourself to feel the love and appreciation that already exists in your heart.
The Practice
The Dalai Lama shared the following simple practice that will increase loving and compassion in the world. The Practice:
1. Spend 5 minutes at the beginning of each day remembering we all want the same things (to be happy and be loved) and we are all connected to one another. 2. Spend 5 minutes -- breathing in - cherishing yourself; and, breathing out - cherishing others. If you think about people you have difficulty cherishing, extend your cherishing to them anyway. 3. During the day extend that attitude to everyone you meet. Practice cherishing the simplest person (clerks, attendants, etc., as well as the "important" people in your life; cherish the people you love and the people you dislike). 4. Continue this practice no matter what happens or what anyone does to you.
These thoughts are very simple, inspiring and helpful. The practice of cherishing can be taken very deep if done wordlessly; allowing yourself to feel the love and appreciation that already exists in your heart.
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Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
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Meditation on Acceptance
Please put your attention on the breath for a few moments. Find patience and acceptance in your heart for your own difficulties, your own mistakes, for all the things that you think about yourself which you might not like. Find the acceptance and the patience to endure that in your heart. Let the patience and acceptance grow so that they fill you from head to toe, a feeling of ease. And with that love arises and you can surround yourself and embrace yourself with love. Pick out one person and accept that person fully. And with the acceptance have patience for that person. No demand. No pressure. No wanting. Just acceptance. Fill that person with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience , and then surround him or her with love. Now think of your parents. Fill them with your acceptance. Non demanding patience. Surround them with your love. Now think of those people who are closest to you. Those you might live with. Patience and acceptance. Lovingness. Embrace them with those. Fill them with those. Nothing else works. Now think of your good friends. Accept them exactly the way they are. Do not wish them to become other. Let patience with them arise, which is non demanding, and non judgmental. Fill them with that and then embrace them with your love. Now think of neighbors, acquaintances, relatives, people at work. Accept them exactly as you know them. Fill them with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience and non judgmental attitude, and then embrace them with your love . Now think of anyone whom you find difficult. Accept that person exactly the way he or she is. With non demanding patience. Fill him or her with that acceptance and patience. Then embrace him or her with love. Now have a look inside to see if there is anyone or anything that you dislike, whatever it maybe, whoever is may be, small or large, and then accept that the way it just is, or accept the person or the ideas or the situation. Just accept it and have patience with whatever it is. Reach out with that acceptance and patience to the person or situation involved. And now imagine that your acceptance and your patience is like a rose colored cloud coming from your heart and going far and wide, giving people joy and peace by seeing this lovely patience and acceptance that comes to them on this rose colored cloud which can reach very far. First to people around here and then further and further afield. Bringing patience and acceptance and love onto this planet, into this universe. Now put your attention back on yourself and feel yourself filled with patience, acceptance, and love. Let that be your inner being. The warmth of the love. The peacefulness of the patience and acceptance with yourself. May all beings have patience with each other.
Meditation on Acceptance
Please put your attention on the breath for a few moments. Find patience and acceptance in your heart for your own difficulties, your own mistakes, for all the things that you think about yourself which you might not like. Find the acceptance and the patience to endure that in your heart. Let the patience and acceptance grow so that they fill you from head to toe, a feeling of ease. And with that love arises and you can surround yourself and embrace yourself with love. Pick out one person and accept that person fully. And with the acceptance have patience for that person. No demand. No pressure. No wanting. Just acceptance. Fill that person with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience , and then surround him or her with love. Now think of your parents. Fill them with your acceptance. Non demanding patience. Surround them with your love. Now think of those people who are closest to you. Those you might live with. Patience and acceptance. Lovingness. Embrace them with those. Fill them with those. Nothing else works. Now think of your good friends. Accept them exactly the way they are. Do not wish them to become other. Let patience with them arise, which is non demanding, and non judgmental. Fill them with that and then embrace them with your love. Now think of neighbors, acquaintances, relatives, people at work. Accept them exactly as you know them. Fill them with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience and non judgmental attitude, and then embrace them with your love . Now think of anyone whom you find difficult. Accept that person exactly the way he or she is. With non demanding patience. Fill him or her with that acceptance and patience. Then embrace him or her with love. Now have a look inside to see if there is anyone or anything that you dislike, whatever it maybe, whoever is may be, small or large, and then accept that the way it just is, or accept the person or the ideas or the situation. Just accept it and have patience with whatever it is. Reach out with that acceptance and patience to the person or situation involved. And now imagine that your acceptance and your patience is like a rose colored cloud coming from your heart and going far and wide, giving people joy and peace by seeing this lovely patience and acceptance that comes to them on this rose colored cloud which can reach very far. First to people around here and then further and further afield. Bringing patience and acceptance and love onto this planet, into this universe. Now put your attention back on yourself and feel yourself filled with patience, acceptance, and love. Let that be your inner being. The warmth of the love. The peacefulness of the patience and acceptance with yourself. May all beings have patience with each other.
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Ayya Khema
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Contribution #411
Meditation on Acceptance
If you are feeling restless, confused not knowing where to turn, try to slow down Sit in a chair, straighten the back, keep the eyes open and develop a practice of settling into the moment. If you are feeling too restless to sit in a chair, then walk up and down, indoors or outdoors or let the body gently sway with both feet firmly on the ground. May I breathe in and out mindfully three times to settle down May I breathe in and out deeply to let the waves of agitation get less and less May I accept that things do not always go as I would wish May I accept that I am going through a hard time May I accept that various impulses are arising from within May I accept that they are arising to pass May I accept that there are these difficulties May I respond to the resources available at this time May I find peace of mind soon May I find the clarity that lies beneath these waves of unrest May this meditation and my heart's wish contribute to the wisdom of acceptance.
Meditation on Acceptance
If you are feeling restless, confused not knowing where to turn, try to slow down Sit in a chair, straighten the back, keep the eyes open and develop a practice of settling into the moment. If you are feeling too restless to sit in a chair, then walk up and down, indoors or outdoors or let the body gently sway with both feet firmly on the ground. May I breathe in and out mindfully three times to settle down May I breathe in and out deeply to let the waves of agitation get less and less May I accept that things do not always go as I would wish May I accept that I am going through a hard time May I accept that various impulses are arising from within May I accept that they are arising to pass May I accept that there are these difficulties May I respond to the resources available at this time May I find peace of mind soon May I find the clarity that lies beneath these waves of unrest May this meditation and my heart's wish contribute to the wisdom of acceptance.
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http://www.insightmeditation.org/meditation.htm#ACCEPTANCE
Viewed on March 1, 2008
Contribution #410
Tears of a Yogi
I sat opposite her when her tears joined the cheeks like long, slow raindrops on a summer's night. looking intently across, I witnessed her innocence as she gently brought her knees to her chin to comfort a forlorn heart No sound emerged in the intimacy of those tears she confided only in the quiet evening air I could feel the pounding of her heart with the swell of her being filling a single moment. Her breast heaved with a quiet power to break the dams of restraints and hardened walls letting the tears again create downward rivulets. I said nothing. I had nothing to offer. Except presence. She said later that was more than enough.
Tears of a Yogi
I sat opposite her when her tears joined the cheeks like long, slow raindrops on a summer's night. looking intently across, I witnessed her innocence as she gently brought her knees to her chin to comfort a forlorn heart No sound emerged in the intimacy of those tears she confided only in the quiet evening air I could feel the pounding of her heart with the swell of her being filling a single moment. Her breast heaved with a quiet power to break the dams of restraints and hardened walls letting the tears again create downward rivulets. I said nothing. I had nothing to offer. Except presence. She said later that was more than enough.
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Christopher Titmuss
Viewed on March 1, 2008
Contribution #392
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Christopher Titmuss
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Contribution #392
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.
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Prayer
Make us worthy, Lord, To serve our fellow men Throughout the world who live and die In poverty and hunger.
Give them, through our hands this day their daily bread, And by our understanding love, Give peace and joy.
Prayer
Make us worthy, Lord, To serve our fellow men Throughout the world who live and die In poverty and hunger.
Give them, through our hands this day their daily bread, And by our understanding love, Give peace and joy.
Source
Source type: Book
Mother Teresa: A Complete Authorized Biography
by Kathryn Spink
Page p. 130
Published by Harper Collins
, 1997
http://books.google.com/books?id=cTIiakYrwWcC
Contribution #144