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Make Us One

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:20 pm

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Dear beloved,

Once again I found something that is somewhat different but my heart leads me to send it out.
This piece really touched me and I feel like I am compelled to share it with you.
Perhaps for me, it was a call to unity, or perhaps it is a call to Love.
Either way, I will leave that for you to decide, but I surely hope that you like it.

( I only send out the video so that you can listen while you read the lyrics.
You will likely find it to be a much greater experience to not watch the video).

Enjoy…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ6rjUCofbY

Make Us One

Children below
Fresh from the foe
Hands ‘neath the moonlight
Lord please make us one

We hear the tide
Roll through the night
Come lead the weary
Lord please make us one

Children rejoice
Come to the voice
Song of the angels
Healing the broken ones

Seasons of rain
Battles unwon
Lead to the fountain
Wash and make us one

All hearts rejoice
With mighty voice
Make us a rainbow
Lord please make us one

Light in the sky
Breath of our life
Unite the rainbow
Lord please make us one

Make us a rainbow
Lord please make us one

~ Cindy Morgan ~

Love

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:19 pm

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So Simple
But A Classic to be sure

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QY8P9AsyQZI

Love

Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved
Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved

John Lennon

House Of Belonging

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:18 pm
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The House of Belonging

I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that
thinking for
a moment
it was one
day
like any other.
But
the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
and I thought
it must have been the quiet
candlelight
that filled my room,
it must have been
the first easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,
it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.
And
I thought
this is the good day
you could meet your love,
this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.
This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next
and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,
the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like a fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.
This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.
This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.
There is no house
like the house of belonging.


~ David Whyte ~

Letting Go Of Doing

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:17 pm

Letting Go of Doing

Letting Go of Doing is not about not doing things.
It is about letting go of the doing mode of consciousness – the attitude we bring to our doing.

The “doing mode” tells us we have to make a phone call, run an errand, respond to an email, do the laundry, complete the budget, prepare for the meeting. These may well be things that we have to do. But when we are stuck in the “doing mode” our attention is caught in the “having to do them, drive to get them done.

When I am stuck in the doing mode, I move from one task to another, without pausing to savor the moment. I finish one task, and immediately am deciding what to do next. Which of the many items on my “to do” list shall I focus on next?

When I am caught in this mode my mind feels tight. My body adopts a background tension. My attention becomes tunnel vision; I see only what I am doing, and filter out other aspects of the present moment. I miss the beauty that surrounds me. I become a human doing rather than a human being.

When I am caught in this state I am not usually aware of it. I am so caught in the doing, there is not even space in my awareness to appreciate the fact I am caught in it. Only when for one reason or other I step out of the mode do I appreciate how stuck I have been. Then it seems as if I have been in some kind of trance. Yet while I am in the doing trance, I am under the illusion that I am fully conscious.

So how can we wake up, recognize we are caught in the doing mode, and step outside the trance?

Some things I have found helpful are:

Pause between before taking on a new task, and take a moment to savor the present moment, become aware of your surroundings and how your body feels, take a few deep breaths, and smell the roses,

Pause to notice how your mind feels when it is in the doing mode. Is there a faint state of tension? A sense of pressure? A feeling of focussedness? A mental intensity? Whatever there is, just notice it. Don’t try to get rid of it – that will probably only become another “doing” and keep you stuck. Get to know the feeling of the “doing mode” as fully as you can. Accept it. Let it be.
And as you do, you’ll probably notice it slowly dissolving.

Peter Russell

Behind The Beyond

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:16 pm
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The wind shifted suddenly, and the blue patches above had all but disappeared. The great mirror of the lake, reflecting the wind and sky, changed too, its previously glasslike surface broken up into billions of shards of silvery scales moving together like the pliant skin of a huge undulating fish. The fish swam on and on without destination, through an ocean of sky that somehow fallen to earth. A soft click, and then another, almost imperceptible, and yet somehow as fully loud as the sharp crack and rumble of the shifting ice high up on the wall. Snow began to fall into the bowl of ice and water and trees. Each flake fell directly, without pause, to its place of destiny . Click!Each flake fell with a distinct sound that was painted on the white canvas of silence, a silence that was not a mere blankness, but that softly held and assimilated the roar of the descending wind over the wall and the lower growl of the surging creek, which poured over polished round boulders into the silvery lake.

Learn to hold everything softly,
like the silence
and the way and infant holds onto a finger.

Learn to hold so softly
that you are not quite sure what is within your grasp.

When you can hold everything this way,
things, feelings, and people –
so softly you forget their names,
that you even forget what those things are,
then the silence that is the canvas,
and the interval on which all things are painted and composed,
will hold you softly,
embrace you,
permeate you
until your very limbs become indistinct
from all the other paintings and compositions.

G. Bluestone

The Great Work

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:15 pm
THE GREAT WORK

Love
Is the great work
Though every heart
Is first an Apprentice

That slaves beneath the city of Light.

This wondrous trade,
This magnificent throne your soul
Is destined for-

You should not have to think
Much about it,
Is it not clear.

An apprentice needs a teacher
Who himself
Has charmed the universe
To reveal its wonders inside his cup.

Happiness is the great work,
Though every heart
Must first become
A student

To one
Who really knows
About Love.

~ Hafiz ~

If Everyone Cared

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:14 pm
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Hello My friend,

After, reading the words, you may find the video of interest as well…
Enjoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-QfLJbEN3k

If Everyone Cared

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars or satellites
I never dreamed that you’d be mine
But here we are, we’re here tonight

Singing Amen, I’m I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing Amen, I’m alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died

And I’m singing

Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
Amen I,Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive

And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We’ll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along

Singing Amen I, I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing Amen I, I’m alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died

And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died

We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died
We’d see the day when nobody died

~ Nickelback ~

Non-Effort

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:13 pm
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Non-Effort

The wind in the pines plays a subtle
Song, of which I have become
Effortlessly aware.
I did not compose it, I did not perform it;
Yet it simply is as it is.

Nor do I strain myself to be aware of it.
It just is as it has always been.

The music, strangely, is as bright as
My Self-lit interior.
And if I tried to compose it or
Perform it I could not do so.
And if I strained to become aware of it,
It would surely die and fade away.

G. Bluestone

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:13 pm

John Denver – Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream (1971)

Please remember that any video I send is usually only so that you can Listen while
you read the lyrics. They are often not even the artist version of the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBcwAJZGXsk

Enjoy…

Last Night I Had The
Strangest Dream
words and music by Ed McCurdy

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

I dreamed I saw a mighty room
Filled with women and men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed

And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.

The Peace Poem

  • Posted on August 28, 2012 at 6:12 pm

Hello My Beloved,

PLEASE do NOT take this email as a political statement on the war in Iraq.
(By the way, This was recorded during the Vietnam era). The intent here is to
make a statement on PEACE.

That is surely something that we can all agree on.


The Peace Poem

There’s a name for war and killing
there’s a name for giving in
when you know another answer
for me the name is sin
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we could call it peace

And peace would be the road we walk
each step along the way
and peace would be the way we work
and peace the way we play

And in all we see that’s different
and in all the things we know
peace would be the way we look
and peace the way we grow

There’s a name for separation
there’s a name for first and last
when it’s all for us or nothing
for me the name is past
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give a name to all the future
and we could call it peace

And if peace is what we pray for
and peace is what we give
then peace will be the way we are
and peace the way we live

Yes there still is the time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we can call it peace

By John Denver 1982

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