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FEBRUARY/MARCH 2010
©Teresa Castaldi |
THE SNOWBANK
Shimmering snowbank,
Reminds me to put my collar up
before I begin my walk
On this sun-splashed Sunday morning...
Glimmering snowbank,
Standing right in front of me;
A bank full of hope,
Of glittering promises;
Pure, and trusting.
I should be so trusting of others...
Silent, shivering snowbank,
Reminds me that when the faith is gone,
The tears must fall;
The hopes can quickly melt away...
Shining, glistening snowbank,
Standing firm and facing me;
Made beautifully by God who loves
ALL HIS CREATION.
And I love this world with all my heart,
with all my mind, with all my strength.
~ Tim Piroff |
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Thou
Thou my mother, and my father thou
Thou my friend, and my teacher thou
Thou my wisdom, and my riches thou
Thou art all to me, O God of all Gods
~ Ramanuja Indian Prayer
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E-mergence (Energy Merging)
If you are not within, you are without.
It is within,
This moment,
All is a reflection of within.
Circulating colors,
Vibrating sounds,
The harbingers
And the oracles,
The protectors and the enemies,
Friends hiding in the lost and found,
And love by daylight and starlight.
Many revolving worlds:
Worlds of the flowering Earth,
And celestial spiral galaxies,
And what arises and falls within them.
Love yourself,
Be true to your many selves:
One self, all selves, no self.
These multitudinal dimensions:
All resolving into one,
One dissolving into all,
The one being with the all.
Not nothing, but everything.
~ Bill Sloane |
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Presence
When It approaches It comes
Like a flash of lightning without thunder,
Like the sudden appearance
Of an old friend whom you love,
Like the innocent face of a child
Who suddenly turns her eyes upon you,
Like your sweet mother
Who approaches and embraces you,
Like a cool breeze
That surrounds and fills the body.
But it is none of these.
It is not words;
It is not an idea
It does not exist in the past or future,
But in the silence that is sacred,
The emptiness that is fullness,
The wholeness that is death.
~ Donald Koozer
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Sunset
Watching eagerly in sweet repose,
heart beating as the sunset rose,
Offering a canvas of artistic design,
brushed with the hand of the Divine.
Eyes transfixed, heart afire,
oneness of Being, its grandeur inspires.
A mind outstretched to infinity,
this moment lasting for eternity.
~ Robert J. Schout
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