Fishermen's warf
The city
Be raw and tender
Be not afraid to feel
This tenderness you think you cannot stand
Walking around half broken
The fertile ground
For true love to spring from
Look how the bitter days of winter
Give rise in spring to flowers
Truth is a patchwork, not a single strand. Our work is to figure out how to allow the different patches of our life to blend together and create one beautiful story in the end- our own unique story.
Living in the truth means accepting our story for what it is right now, even when the different pieces seem incoherent or contradictory, and learning to live it without shutting down, with an open heart and open mind.
Look how nature holds together all of its parts in one beautiful whole, including those that may seem contradictory to us.
Peace
Clumsy on this edgy new path
The frenzy of fear, at times,
Enough to strike you down
Frozen, immobilized.
At other times,
The openness of the unknown
The little faith you have
That flicker in your heart
Still beckon;
You take another step.
The earth gives us everything we need. May we walk with gratitude and may we walk in beauty today and every day.
Happy Earth Day!
Peace
"Like a wild animal, the soul is tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, and self-sufficient: it knows how to survive in hard places. I learned about these qualities during my bouts with depression. In that deadly darkness, the faculties I had always depended on collapsed. My intellect was useless; my emotions were dead; my will was impotent; my ego was shattered. But from time to time, deep in the thickets of my inner wilderness, I could sense the presence of something that knew how to stay alive even when the rest of me wanted to die. That something was my tough and tenacious soul."
People make you feel that there's something wrong with you because you're walking around with a broken heart. I personally feel there's something wrong if you aren't. I don't trust anyone who's out there to show that they got it together.
With you, my friend
I have no expectation
of you,
or of myself.
Only this openness,
This love,
And this need to be real.
We feel what we feel
Then we rationalize what we feel
The heart knows first
The brain is the censor
The more we can open our heart
The more in tune we can be with what is real
And the brain,
Let it not censor too much
But let it be the faithful servant of the heart
Peace
I trust this pain,
This brokenness,
This fear and not knowing
I trust my dreams
Not any institutions, religions,
Politics, economies, technologies
Any readymade answers
I trust the birds and whales,
The fungi and bacteria
I trust the elements:
earth, air, water, fire
I trust this moment,
And this life
I trust in you, and me,
My friend
Despite what separates
I trust the goodness of the heart,
That which binds us together.
Red splotch is actually a cardinal in the branches of the catalpa tree this morning. And there's a robin on the left too.
Peace