Blessed are You

 

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Blessed are You, O lord our God, King of the universe! At your word night falls. In your wisdom You open heaven’s gates, You control the elements and rotate the seasons. You set the stars in the vault of heaven. You created night and day. You cause the light to fade when darkness comes and the darkness to melt away in the light of day. O ever living and eternal God, You will always watch over us, Your creatures. Blessed are you, O Lord, at whose word night falls.   ~ From the Talmud

 

Native American Wisdom

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Treat the Earth and all who dwell there with respect.

Remain close to the Great Spirit.

Show great respect to your fellow beings.

Work together for the benefit of all mankind.

Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.

Do what you know to be right.

Look after the well being of mind and body.

Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.

Be truthful and honest at all times.

Take full responsibility for your actions

Spring

Spring – Christina Rossetti  

tumblr_o74l1r22aV1rsmd6ho1_1280Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

 

 

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, –
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,

Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.

From the Soul

IMG_3620“The wind smelled like the moon. I went up there so many times in the weeks that followed that I no longer remember which night it was that God finally answered my prayer. I do not think it was right at the beginning, when I was still saying my prayers in words. I think it came later, when I had graduated to inchoate sounds. Up on that fire escape, I learned to pray the way a wolf howls. I learned to pray the way that Ella Fitzgerald sang scat.”

Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

Live in Silence

 

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“This silence, this moment, every moment, if it’s genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There’s nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty.
Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, ‘Be more silent.’ Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.  Live in silence.”

Rumi

Ode of Solomon

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My heart was split and did a flower appear;

and grace sprang up; and it bore fruit for my God.

You split me, tore my heart open,

filled me with love.

You poured your spirit into me.

I knew you as I knew myself.

My eyes are radiant with your spirit;

my nostrils filled with your fragrance.

My ears delight in your music,

and my face is covered with your dew.

Blessed are the men and women

who are planted on you earth in your garden,

who grow as your trees and flowers grow,

who transform their darkness to light.

Their roots plunge into darkness;

their faces run towards the light.

There is infinite space in your garden;

all men, all women are welcome here;

all they need to do is enter.

Translation (unknown) of Ode 11