Good news

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The good news they do not print.
The good news  we do print.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
that the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available: hugging is possible.

They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile, singing the song of eternity.
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head. Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow, of preoccupation,
and get free.

The latest good news
is that you can do it

Thich Nhat Hanh

photo Paul Davidson

Each moment is complete in itself

MilkThistle

Nothing we see or hear is perfect.

But right there in the imperfection

is perfect reality

Shunryu Suzuki-roshi

We will never be here again

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The gods envy us.

They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last.

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.

You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again.

Homer, The Iliad

photo huykhanhthai

Sunday Quote: Your Comment

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That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning.

“Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?”

Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings

photo of Bantry bay, philip Halling

Learning from water

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the water sees without eyes,
hears without ears,
shivers without will or fear
at the gentlest touch.
 
I want the way it
accepts the cold moonlight
and lets it pass,
the way it lets
all of it pass
without judgment or comment.
 
There is a lake,
Lalla Ded sang, no larger
than one seed of mustard,
that all things return to.
O heart, if you
will not, cannot, give me the lake,
then give me the song.

from Jane Hirshfield, Lake and Maple

The smallest thing

 

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To study a single speck of dust is to study the whole universe

Dogen, 1200 –  1253

And he also showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, lying in the palm of my hand. It seemed to me as round as a ball. I gazed at it and thought, ‘What can this be?’ The answer came thus, ‘It is everything that is made.’ I marveled how this could be, for it was so small it seemed it might fall suddenly into nothingness. Then I heard the answer, ‘It lasts, and ever shall last, because God loves it. All things have their being in this way.’

Julian of Norwich, 1342 – 1416,  Revelations of Divine Love

photo US National Archives and Records Administration: Records of the Environmental Protection Agency