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What I know makes me proud and small.
The Unknown humbles me and makes me vast.
Through the practice of Unknowing, I am human.
I am a speck of dust, vibrating with the music
of stars. O Lord, hear my prayer.
~ Fred LaMotte
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Many people breathe in without knowing they are breathing in. 
Many people live without knowing they are alive. Life is a miracle. 
When you breathe in mindfully, knowing that you are breathing in, 
you touch the miracle of life."
~Thich Nhat Hanh

A pianist plays 'Imagine' on the anniversary of John Lennon's death
in front of Ukranian riot police on Sunday.
Photo: Nastya Stanko

In a stunning turn of events today in Thailand, riot police yielded to the 
peaceful protesters they were ordered to harass and block. The police 
removed barricades and their helmets as a sign of solidarity.
Some cry tears of joy as a truce is called between Thai protestors and police. 
CNN's Paula Hancocks reports.

You should be out of both these traps... neither bondage nor freedom... because 
this is a concept. Bondage was a concept, now concept of freedom. Get rid of 
both these concepts and now where are you? Here... here is neither a trap of 
bondage nor of freedom. Here is here.
~ Papaji

on “spiritual inquiry” – be warned
if you endlessly ponder
your seeming lack of enlightenment
(the proof of;  the reasons for;  the need to overcome)
your life appears to be unenlightened
and is experienced accordingly
if, for one instant, you stop your pondering
the Real is found to be already and always there
(luminous;  changeless;  already perfect)
and your life, in that instant, IS enlightenment
and is experienced accordingly
you don’t need to seek or strive or supplicate
you don’t even need to understand or accept or believe
you just need to slow down
get really quiet
and stop
how cool is that?

by miriam louisa

They have come to make love with you...
There is so much intelligence in your hopelessness if you will turn toward it and 
mine the wisdom it offers. You have been taught that hope is required and that it 
is a true “spiritual” quality which is necessary to open your heart to this world. 
But the wild reality of love will never conform to your hopes and fears.
There is a line between sanity and confusion which is not nearly as solid or 
continuous as it may appear. We could say that love is the bridge between the 
two, though it is not the love that the mind knows. This bridge is translucent, and 
is crafted of your self-kindness and luminous creativity, emerging out of the 
unknown to reveal the wisdom within your neurosis.
Your hopelessness is path, and is a pure reflection of untainted original 
awareness, revealing the most radical truth that there is no ultimate reference 
point in which you can rest any longer. Groundlessness is becoming your home 
now, for it is within this raging crucible of hopelessness that the conceptual 
world falls away. In its place is wide empty space, but it is so warm there, and 
so pregnant with the qualities of love. It is this warmth which enables you to 
share yourself with others and with this precious world. You are no longer 
ashamed to be what you are.
Your sadness, your vulnerability, and your hopelessness – these guests have not 
come into your experience so that they can be healed, transformed, changed, or 
transcended. They are not problems which need fixing or more evidence of your 
failure. They have come to make love with you, and to reveal their nature as 
path, weaving and interpenetrating your tenderness with everything around you.
~ Michael Chilcoat
A Healing Space blog - 


That day I saw beneath dark clouds,
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before,
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing,
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.

The Opening of Eyes
From River Flow
New and Selected Poems
David Whyte

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