Shaina Kasanoff

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Jealous of A Pond

When God said, “My hands are yours,” 

I saw that I could heal any creature in this world;

I saw that the divine beauty in each heart is the root of all time and space.

I was once a sleeping ocean and in a dream became jealous of a pond.

A penny can be eyed in the street and a war can break out over it amongst the poor.

Until we know that God lives in us and we can see Him there, a great poverty we suffer.

-Rabia of Basra

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Mindfullness Morning.

January 2016

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René Gruau

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A Russian Soldier Looking Over Istanbul. In 1878 Russian army had almost reached Istanbul

via reddit

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Georgia O’Keeffe

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Kouki Tsuritani

Labyrinth Mezzotint on Chine-colle, 2004 

http://web.mac.com/kouki4/Images/2008.html

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     “The door to the Divine Presence opens through your kindness and gentle acceptance of others as they are in this moment. It opens through your willingness to be with them whatever they are thinking and feeling, without judging them or trying to fix them. It opens through the attention and the blessings you freely extend toward others.

      If you want to find God, stop looking for Her in sacred books and religious practices. That is not where you will find Her. If you want to find Her, open your heart. Be gentle with yourself and others. See your judgments for what they are: the obstacle to peace.

     Stop resisting your experience. Stop withholding your love and pushing the love of others away. Stop playing the victim. Stop blaming others for your grief or your pain. Open to it all. Tell the truth about your pain. Let yourself feel the pain of others without trying to fix them. Be with it all and God will be with you.

    Be in the silence of your own heart. Let your thoughts come and go until the space between them opens. Let your feelings of anxiety, boredom, frustration come and go until a softness comes into your heart, a patience with yourself, a forgiveness that rides in and out on each breath. 

   Let peace come into your heart, all by itself. As you allow space to be there without needing to fill it, feel the presence that comes in. That is the Spirit of God, Grace, call it what you will. It abides in you and with you now, for you have left striving behind. You have left your judgements and wounds like empty shoes at the threshold of this sacred space. In your heart now, there is only love, only blessings. This is the divine embrace,”

Paul Ferrini

The Gospel According to Jesus

A New Testament for Our Time

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"The best way to show your gratitude is to accept everything with joy. A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love." Mother Teresa

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The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

This place is a dream.

Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,

and you wake up laughing

at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.

Everything cruel and unconscious

done in the illusion of the present world,

all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,

and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,

all the quick, sexual wanting,

those torn coats of Joseph,

they change into powerful wolves

that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,

the swift, payback hit,

is just a boy's game

to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.

It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,

this is what it's like:

A man goes to sleep in the town

where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living

in another town.

In the dream, he doesn't remember

the town he's sleeping in his bed in.  He believes

the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities

settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral.  

We emerged into plant life

and into the animal state, and then into being human,

and always we have forgotten our former states,

except in early spring when we slightly recall

being green again.

                              That's how a young person turns

toward a teacher.  That's how a baby leans

toward the breast, without knowing the secret

of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,

through this migration of intelligences,

and though we seem to be sleeping,

there is an inner wakefulness

that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are.

- Rumi

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“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

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