Find beauty and magic in all things….

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“Life is what you make it,” this is very true.
Find beauty and magic in all things,
and the Love that sees you through.
When you look at the world where you live,
seek not your gain, but what you can give.
When a man is poor, and hungers, and thirsts,
serve not yourself til you serve this man first.
When a man is down and seeks shelter from cold, give him shelter.
You’ll receive blessings untold.
Live by the Golden Rule:
Do unto others as you’d have done unto you.
And always remember:
When you destroy, you destroy a part of you, too.
Life is what you make of it!”

~ Unknown

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Gitanjali – Rabindranath Tagore

I had the pleasure of visiting Hay on Wye in Mid Wales last weekend. A charming place full of second hand book shops. Whilst taking in the poetry section of one of the characterful little book caves, I came across a copy of Gitanjali by Rabindarth Tagore, originally printed in 1921 by Macmillan and Co, St Martins Street, London. How could I resist?

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Thou art the sky and thou art the nest
as well.
O thou beautiful, there in the nest it
is thy love that encloses the soul with
colours and sounds and odours.
There comes the morning with the
golden basket in her right hand bearing
the wreath of beauty, silently to crown
the earth.
And there comes the evening over
the lonely meadows deserted by herds,
through trackless paths, carrying cool
draughts of peace in her golden pitcher
from the western ocean of rest.
But there, where spreads the infinite
sky for the soul to take her flight in,
reigns the stainless white radiance.
There is no day nor night, nor form nor
colour, and never, never a word.

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Perfectly Normal

We are connected

In a web of living colour

All shades of a gentle love;

Empty of meaning, far beyond belief,

Finding purpose in the

Harmony within,

Ever changing, we are…..

We are connected, we are related,

All energies interact

In the space in which we share;

The thoughts that rise,

The place where we hide,

A dusty mirror, the essence of all things.

We are linked and cannot deny

Our shared emotions,

The empathy that resides within us all,

No matter how muffled,

There is a voice that speaks truth

Deeply, from one heart,

A shared compassion,

The joy experienced in peace,

Our potential which cares

And forgives our numbness,

Our blindness within the light.

Divinity is perfectly normal.

In the energies we embody,

May we realise our innate power,

Realise our boundless nature,

Better to serve

By helping others and giving

Without recourse.

Always doing a little, for all;

A little more good, because we can

Be ever humble and simple.

Love reveals that darkness

Is filled with light.

May no one suffer in silence

And ever feel alone,

Separated from the freedom and instincts

Of an innocent child.

May we feel balance, here,

Conscious of our limitations,

Boundless between thought,

Aware of the dreamless states that come,

Awakened to the eternal.

Inside, outside,

Ever present.

Outside, inside,

All one.

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Freedom from fear – Nisargadatta Maharaj

Stop attributing names and shapes to the essentially nameless and formless, realize that every mode of perception is subjective, that what is seen or heard, touched or smelled, felt or thought,expected or imagined, is in the mind and not in reality, and you will experience peace and freedom from fear. ~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

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Dear Woman

Dear woman, fight not the tides of sadness that come
Just allow, listen, learn, discern.
This temporary storm, the waves that crash,
and tear and erode. This too will pass.

Come morning, the night sky gently dissolves
In hues of rose and peach.
You will also slip into pure release, deep down within.
Dear woman, it will come. It needs no instruction, no help, from you
then you will float into the arms of the mother and be renewed.
Such gifts are abundant as your blood flows.
Hush now woman, surrender to tranquility and peace.
Let me cover you in jasmine flowers, comb oil through your hair.

Tonight you will dream anew and you will awaken energised,
fresh inspired in spirit,
as a new song given birth to sound,
or a glimpse of green on a winter tree.
Then you can run, with the wild Spring breeze in your hair!

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Dear One, look, it is the rising sun!
The energy of the flames will infuse your heart with fire and sparks.
Live, love, express wildly the desires of your soul with passion and grace.
But remember dear woman
This too will pass.
The cycle will turn, your summer leaves will crinkle and fall.
Fear not to take refuge in the house of your heart
and know that the nature of life and death resides in your soul.

Written by Jane in tribute to Red Tent gatherings all over the world.
Original post on the Moon and the Womb blog.

 

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Love Never Fails – Corinthians

Irish Sea from Mount Snowdon

Irish Sea from Mount Snowdon

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13 New International Version (NIV) 13

Mount Snowdon from Nantlle Valley

Mount Snowdon from Nantlle Valley

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The Earth is Shaking

The earthquake in Nepal has devastated a part of the world that is close to my heart.  There are so many tragedies unfolding across the earth, it is easy to feel distant and detached.  But there is also so much to be hopeful and proud of, the way we react to difficulties, the way we come together.  I have heard of so many moving stories of kindness and compassion, bravery and beautiful humanity.  This poem was written for the people of Nepal and all beings suffering at this present time:

It started with a tremble, the earth is cracking!

Shaking,

 

Hell is risen, hope lies buried

And we are falling and weeping.

 

There seems no end to pain and night,

We are cold here, left out in the rain.

 

We pray in tears for relief but find only disillusion

And grief, our candles flicker without belief.

 

Death is all around, suffering is deeply woven

Into this human tale.

 

No pure water flows, our homes are rubble,

Raised to the ground.

 

There remains a light for us to share, the light

Of love and togetherness, of union beyond fear.

 

May we do our best, to kindle only love and

Deeper compassion for our fellow beings;

Do little things, for a greater good.

 

Find live information on the Red Cross and the FPMT websites.

 

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