Pentecost
The Holy spirit comes down
Category: Spiritual seeking
Natural Mystic
In, ‘A religion of ones own’, Thomas Moore says, Many people use the word “mystic” pejoratively, to indicate someone who is seriously and deliriously out of touch with reality. I say the opposite: Mystics are the ones who have actually gotten in touch with what is real. They have powers of receptivity and sympathy that Read more about Natural Mystic[…]
Waning into the dark moon
May, and the puffins are back. To land, the furious beating of their wings stops and they drop, plop sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat. I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]
Foxglove foliage and harts tongue ferns unfurling
Planting gifts of Angelica and Lovage Flower seeds and currant bushes Dandelion clocks scattering seeds I send mine too dreams sailing off into the cosmos Climbing crimson roses winding their glorious way to us
The Song
I wish I knew howIt would feel to be freeI wish I could breakAll the chains holdin’ meI wish I could sayAll the things that I should saySay ’em loud, say ’em clearFor the whole round world to hearI wish I could shareAll the love that’s in my heartRemove all the barsThat keep us apartI Read more about The Song[…]
Dance, My Heart!
DANCE, my heart! dance today with joy.The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies:Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music. The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man dances in laughter and Read more about Dance, My Heart![…]
The Pulse of God
The limbs of a tree reached down and lifted me, thinking I was it’s child. And in themeadows my spirit became so quietthat if I put my cheek against the earth’s body I feel the pulse of God. “Tell me the way you do that, birds – enter the private chambers of my Lord.” And Read more about The Pulse of God[…]
Dropping Keys
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows while the Sage, who has to duck his head when the Moon is low keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners. By Sufi Mystic Hafiz From: “The Gift” Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
A GOLDEN COMPASS
Forget every idea of right and wrong any classroom ever taught youBecause an empty heart, a tormented mind, unkindness, jealousy and fearAre always the testimony you have been completely fooled!Turn your back on those who would imprison your wondrous spiritWith deceit and lies.Come, join the honest company of the King’s beggars –Those gamblers, scoundrels and Read more about A GOLDEN COMPASS[…]