Sunday, 25 December 2011
Saturday, 17 December 2011
There is part of you that is perfect and pure. It is untouched by the less than perfect characteristics you've acquired by living in this world. It is filled with divine qualities, so is a constant state of resourcefulness and well-being. Its total absence of conflict and negativity of any sort makes this part of you a Still-Point; a deep, enriching experience of Silence. Make time to practise reaching this inner place of Silence. It will bring you untold benefit.
At the end of the day, on the wings of your thoughts, go beyond the cares and troubles of the world. Remove your mind from everything and everyone, and become blissfully detached, like a star.
Like a star, be free to radiate light, for your essence is light and peace. Enjoy the simplicity of the night sky, the peace. And then, when you want to, you can shoot down to earth.
Quality
change is the capacity to transform 'negative' situations, or
circumstances, into something beneficial for one's self and others.
'Quality transformers' are people who can turn walls of resistance into
bridges of understanding and keep crossing them, who can change any
obstacle into a stepping stone of success and can reverse the troubling,
paralyzing dragon of doubt and insecurity into radiant self-confidence,
dissolving the thought 'impossible' from the mind.
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Earth, Teach Me
Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.
Ute Prayer
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