Let No One Enter Unless

On Balance

Give

yet be aware of being used,

Love

without harming your heart,

Trust 

yet do not be disingenious,

 Listen

yet never lose your own voice...

Artwork by the great

M. C. Escher

On Possibilities

In the instant of our first breath, we are infused with the single greatest force in the universe, the power to translate the possibilities of our minds into the reality of our world. To fully awaken to our power, however, requires a subtle change in the way we think of ourselves in life, a shift in belief.

Just the way sound creates visible waves as it travels through a droplet of water, our "belief waves" ripple through the quantum fabric of the universe to become our bodies and the healing, abundance, and peace - or disease, lack, and suffering - that we experience in life. And just the way we can tune a sound to change its patterns, we can tune our beliefs to preserve or destroy all that we cherish, including life itself.

In a malleable world where everything from atoms to cells is changing to match our beliefs, we're limited only by the way we think of ourselves in that world...dedicated to our acceptance of such an awesome power and our knowing that we are never more than a belief away from our greatest love, deepest healing, and most profound miracles.


Gregg Braden 

Compassion

Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded.  It’s a relationship between equals.  Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.

Pema Chödrön

On Meditation

I do not know if you have ever noticed that when 

you give total attention there is complete silence. 

And in that attention there is no frontier, 

there is no centre as the "me" who is aware or attentive. 

That attention, that silence, is a state of meditation.
J Krishnamurti

Lucky

 

How lucky I am to have something
that makes saying goodbye so hard.

WINNIE THE POOH, A.A. Milne

Comet McNaught 2007

Photographer Miloslav Druckmuller 

When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret,
that which was never born,

You are that freshness,
and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings, or the comings. 

You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

Rumi