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Spring has returned
The earth is like a chld that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke
photo attribution: Jess Mann
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Spring has returned
The earth is like a chld that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke
photo attribution: Jess Mann
Night after night, darkness enters the face
of the lily which, lightly, closes its five walls around itself,
and its purse of honey, and its fragrance,
and is content to stand there
in the garden, not quite sleeping,
and, maybe, saying in lily language
some small words we can’t hear
even when there is no wind anywhere,
its lips are so secret, its tongue is so hidden –
or, maybe, it says nothing at all
but just stands there
with the patience
of vegetables and saints
until the whole earth has turned around
and the silver moon becomes the golden sun –
as the lily absolutely knew it would,
which is itself, isn’t it, the perfect prayer?
Mary Oliver, The Lily
photo magnus manske

I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.
Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else!
Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.
Kabir
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When you treat your time as though you are a machine;
a doing machine;
you are committing violence against the sacredness of life itself.
Philip Moffitt

Happy are those who know:
Behind all words, the Unsayable stands;
And from that source alone, the Infinite
crosses over to gladness,
and us — free of our bridges,
Built with the stone of distinctions;
So that always, within each delight,
We gaze at what is purely single and joined.
Rainer Maria Rilke

All things change when we do
The first word “Ah”
blossoms into others
All of them true.
Kukai, 774–835, Japanese monk, civil servant, scholar, poet.