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My True Center is an Enormous capacity for falling in Love with Everything around me and not being afraid to show it.
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Juggling What is Real
Juggling What Is Real
How do we determine what is real?
When we look around, our senses tell us
what is perceivable
by our physical body.
Science tells us what we perceive is only a small portion of the available information flowing all around us.
Then, when we turn inward, there is a cacophony of voices and urges flowing thru us. Thoughts, emotions, reactions, chemicals, hormones, alternate versions of ourselves that we allow to be fed with imagination.
Imagination...
So intangible, yet the source from which all tangible things are inspired.
Go deep, ask your heart, what is real. What has meaning, apart from the meaning we bestow?
What is Real?
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Today's Sacred Poetry Share explores these ideas...to inspire you, to imagine a new reality. Create the world you want to live in. Don't know how? Think you don't have the resources? All you need to do is envision yourself living in the world you want to live in. Feel the feeling of the you that lives there. Be that you, thru and thru, until your vibration is nothing but the pure you. You will shift from creating that future you to simply being that future you, in the moment. Then, in this world that is all vibrations, all molecules moving, where the universal law is like attracts like...then that you that is vibrating in the moment will draw to it that visionary world of your dreams, and you will notice all at once, you are immersed in it.
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One Who Is Real Is Humble
To be real on this path you must be humble —
If you look down at others you’ll get pushed down the stairs.
If your heart goes around on high, you fly far from this path.
There’s no use hiding it —
What’s inside always leaks outside.
Even the one with the long white beard, the one who looks so wise —
If he breaks a single heart, why bother going to Mecca?
If he has no compassion, what’s the point?
My heart is the throne of the Beloved,
the Beloved the heart’s destiny:
Whoever breaks another’s heart will find no homecoming
in this world or any other.
The ones who know say very little
while the beasts are always speaking volumes;
One word is enough for one who knows.
If there is any meaning in the holy books, it is this:
Whatever is good for you, grant it to others too —
Whoever comes to this earth migrates back;
Whoever drinks the wine of love
understands what I say —
Yunus, don’t look down at the world in scorn —
Keep your eyes fixed on your Beloved’s face,
then you will not see the bridge
on Judgment Day.
by Yunus Emre
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Waiting
You keep waiting for something to happen,
the thing that lifts you out of yourself,
catapults you into doing all the things you’ve put off
the great things you’re meant to do in your life,
but somehow never quite get to.
You keep waiting for the planets to shift
the new moon to bring news,
the universe to align, something to give.
Meanwhile, the pile of papers, the laundry, the dishes the job —
it all stacks up while you keep hoping
for some miracle to blast down upon you,
scattering the piles to the winds.
Sometimes you lie in bed, terrified of your life.
Sometimes you laugh at the privilege of waking.
But all the while, life goes on in its messy way.
And then you turn forty. Or fifty. Or sixty…
and some part of you realizes you are not alone
and you find signs of this in the animal kingdom —
when a snake sheds its skin its eyes glaze over,
it slinks under a rock, not wanting to be touched,
and when caterpillar turns to butterfly
if the pupa is brushed, it will die —
and when the bird taps its beak hungrily against the egg
it’s because the thing is too small, too small,
and it needs to break out.
And midlife walks you into that wisdom
that this is what transformation looks like —
the mess of it, the tapping at the walls of your life,
the yearning and writhing and pushing,
until one day, one day
you emerge from the wreck
embracing both the immense dawn
and the dusk of the body,
glistening, beautiful
just as you are.
By Leza Lowitz
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A Zero - Circle
Be helpless and dumbfounded,
unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come
from grace to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see the beauty
If we say Yes, We Can we'll be lying
If we say No, We Don't See It,
that No will behead us
and shut tight our window into spirit.
So let us not be sure of anything,
besides ourselves, and only that, so
miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero-circle, mute,
we will be saying finally,
with tremendous eloquence, Lead Us.
When we've totally surrendered to that beauty,
we'll become a mighty kindness.
by Rumi
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Be the Light
Be the Love
Be the Change
Be Yourself
You're Free
Just Be