Posts by paul

This Chapter….

This Chapter….

This Chapter is closed now Not one word more Until we meet some day and the voices rising to the window take wing and fly Open the old casement To the lands we have forgotten, Look to the mountains and ridgeways And the steep valleys Quilted by Green Here as the last words fall away· The great and silent rivers of life Are flowing into the oceans, And on a day like any other They will carry you...

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You are…you?

You are…you?

You are as much your body, your thoughts, or your feelings as you are a car, an apartment, or a pen! When we say, “my car” or “my apartment” or “my pen,” we don’t mistake ourselves for the object. “My” is a possessive pronoun that indicates possession of an object. Something is claiming to have or possess something else. Yet, when it comes to “my body” or “my thoughts,”...

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Love after Love

Love after Love

Breathe by Linaji The time will come When, With elation, You will greet yourself arriving At your own door, in your own mirror, And each will smile at the other’s welcome, And say, sit here, Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine, Give bread, Give back your heart To itself, to the stranger who has loved you All your life, whom you ignored for another Who knows you by...

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Deepening The Wonder

Deepening The Wonder

Death is a favor to us, But our scales have lost their balance. The impermanence of the body Should give us great clarity, Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes Of this mysterious existence we share And are surely just traveling through. If I were in the Tavern tonight, Hafiz would call for drinks And as the Master poured, I would be reminded That all I know of life and myself is...

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How to be a Poet

How to be a Poet

1. Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill-more of each than you have-inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity.  Any readers who like your poems, doubt their judgement. 2. Breathe with unconditional breath the unconditioned air. shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensional...

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If You Treat a Man…

If You Treat a Man…

Painful Thinking by Linaji If you treat a man as he appears to be, you make him worse than he is. But if you treat a man as if he already were what he potentially could be, you make him what he is destined to be. -Wolfgang von Goethe– ————————- I have come to a frightening conclusion, that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach...

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Understanding

Understanding

“Happiness never comes through answers.  it comes only when we’re so tired of answers, that we just decide to live questions fully” Gene Key 4 – Understanding “The Gift of Understanding occurs as we let go of our mind’s many tricks of trying to understand and control our life and the daily decisions we make. Our mind can’t give us the answers we’re...

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Stories and Feathers

Stories and Feathers

At one time Stories The clinging Painful, defining So real, Then A letting go A painful  memory Now ignored Their beauty shunned Denied Cowed from Their lightness mistaken For lead. Being made ready The master gathers them all Laying them out so carefully Given to your hand So lovingly You hold each one up to the light Their plumes bathed in Brilliance The exact length The exact spot, Unerring...

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The Perfect Conditions

The Perfect Conditions

“I believe that spiritual growth under the right conditions is as natural as breathing…and the conditions of our world are the perfect conditions for spiritual growth. The person you are right now, with all of your challenges and strengths, pain and joys, failures and victories, is exactly the perfect person for the journey ahead. And your life, exactly as it is, is offering you the exact...

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It chose me for a while

It chose me for a while

a honeyed tang arrives a consoling gusto a dreamy grace as if consigned to our care for a brief embrace not to be cradled or hoarded only redeemed for a glimpse of how much fun it is to be alive and then released so it might rejoin the shadows from which it sprung I’m not mad it can’t stay forever not sad it may have roosted in desolate welcome or marinated in wild grief on its way to...

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