Poetry đȘ·
there is a field. Iâll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase âeach otherâ
doesnât make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Donât go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Donât go b... See more
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Rumi
Poetry asks us to look beyond words.
Asks us to seek the kind of blur where clarity
is held in combining ideas.
This is important.
Vital even.
The process nuances perception.
And defies algorithms.
Gobbling up rigid definitions like
crispy salted snacks.
Nora Bateson âą Combining
The inexhaustible Depth of the Tao bubbles up from nowhere like a Spring.
It is always Empty, yet contains all within itself. It is Deep and Still. It dwells amongst the Myriad Things but is never subject to them. It is discovered through Self-Cultivation.
Smooth the Harsh Edges
Of Breath-Energy,
Loosen the Tangles
Of Worldly Emotion,
Glow with a Soft
Har
... See moreLao Tzu âą Tao Te Ching | The Essential Translation
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In the dance of chaos and order,
Trickster moves like water;
Not against the rocks, but around them.
Look deeply, and you will see
How the mythological Loki, Coyote, ĂáčŁĂč and Hermes
Are not separate from you.
Systems need to ritualise
Their own disruption and renewal,
Otherwise, they'll rot from within.
When the bamboo bec... See more
Just a moment...
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Life has left her footprints on my forehead.
But I have become a child again this morning.
The smile, seen through leaves and flowers,
is back to smooth away the wrinkles,
as the rains wipe away footprints on the beach.
Again a cycle of birth and death begins.
I walk on thorns, but firmly, as among flowers.
I keep my head high.
Rhymes bloom among
... See moreThich Nhat Hanh âą Call Me by My True Names
my life to look like," I whispered
under my breath as I walked to my car
"tell me about it,"
an eavesdropping cloud
replied to me from above
I looked up and watched
the cloud billow between looking
like a dove and an open hand
the cloud continued:
"I used to be a snowfield in Montana.
I used to be a dewdrop kiss on a lily.
I used... See more
John Roedel âą Tweet
Heart is sea,
language is shore.
Whatever sea includes,
will hit the shore.
â RUMI
Brené Brown ⹠Atlas of the Heart
He who binds to himself a Joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
He who kisses the Joy as it flies,
Lives in Eternityâs sunrise. 7