Good morning, Grandfather.
I entered this life a ways back
and put skin on to walk two-legged on this Creation —
and what a glorious time it was.
It taught me about breath
and about sensing and feeling and caring through my heart.
And I walked on around that Red Road,
looking and trying to understand more
about the mystery and the secrets She holds.
And You spoke to me through the wind,
and You sang to me through the birds.
And You brought challenges forth so that
I might listen to the message You bring me more sincerely.
And I kept walking down this road.
And I came ’round the bend
at the middle of that curve in the road
and I began to find a secret in the Spirit of my Self…

And still I walked on, sometimes blind and deaf,
and sometimes with pain.
But I fought with my fears and I embraced my unknowingness—
and still I walked on.
And my children and my family stood with me
and we came to know each other in those later years more than we
had before—for some of our falseness had fallen away—
and still I walked on.
And I kept walking on this road towards You,
towards that other world that grew closer to me with each step.
And as the door of the Great Spirit world came closer
my fear loomed up inside sometimes. . . .
But something called me forth—
the Morning Star rose with each day—
and my prayer became a centering—and still I walked on,
until I began to hear the Song of the Mother,
and Her arms embraced me so,
that instead of walking She carried me right to the door.
And as the door opened, I heard Her Song,
And Her Song lifted me up, so I could soar.

Jyoti

It is now.

Right now.

You and I are facing each other – you are reading these words, I within the page.

May I be so bold to offer you a gift? If I may, read on.

I gift you with the courage to be, to know deeply the divine design of your life.

I gift you with passion for the possible and the willingness to bring this possibility into time. You are more than you think you are, and something in you knows it.

All the hurts and failures, all the wanderings, losings, dyings, and forgettings were but a part of gaining of the rich material of your life. By being wounded, you became vulnerable and available; by being lost, you were able to be found; by dying, you learned the power of new birth; by forgetting, you gained the joy of remembering. Now I call all parts of you back, a mighty crew, seaworthy and well stocked, to set sail for new continents of spirit, shores of incredible lands where the fractal waves of many people and many times arrive at last, and you know that you have gained your birthright. Welcome home, god and goddess, no longer in hiding.

Anonymous

Hand in hand with angels,
through the world we go;
Brighter eyes are on us
than we blind ones know.
Tender voices cheer us
than we deaf will own;
Never, walking heavenward,
can we walk alone.
Hand in hand with angels,
some are out of sight,
leaving us, unknowing,
into paths of light.

Lucy Laroom

Use all your faculties to appreciate God’s love. Use your soul to understand other souls. Use your body to sympathize with other people’s bodily experiences. Use your emotions of anger and revenge to understand war. Appreciate goodness by distinguishing it from evil. Enjoy every moment of life by constantly reminding yourself imminence of death.

Hildegard von Bingen, (1108-1179)

People take different
roads seeking fulfilment
and happiness.
Just because they’re not
on your road doesn’t
mean they’ve gotten lost.

Dalai Lama

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

In the point of rest at the centre of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Dag Hammarskjold

Each of us is unique, valuable, worthy, and irreplaceable. Each of us is kind, wise, knowing, and gifted. Each of us is filled with dignity, gifted with humor, funded with strength. We are met as equals. We bear gifts for each other. Our hearts are true friends, true colleagues. We have a place with each other. We have a need for each other. All of us seek the same answers, although we find them by different routes. All of us hold the same questions although we express them in different ways. Our loving hearts hold the solutions all of us seek. This is a great blessing and indisputable fact. In loving each other, we love the world. In loving each other, we find the world. The world we find is healed by our loving hearts.

Julia Cameron

Open the storage units
Unlock every second home
Distribute every safebox jewel
Take down the fences so any may pass
Burn the titles of your past
Invite the wild to backyards
and mark the dead with trees
Throw away your watches,
take the time you need
Scatter the riches written in
the ledgers of far-away banks
Wash your eyes with water and
look again
Plant the seed of your dream,
your heart, your care.
May your backyard be a garden for you,
for me, for all beings.

Gigi Coyle

Look to this day…
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision
But today well-lived
Makes every yesterday
A dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Sanskrit