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beeThere are days that I feel this way:

I don’t want to read books about you, or hear sermons about you, or talk about you with my peers.

I don’t want to look for you in buildings, or in sacred rivers, or in holy people, or in devotional works of art.

I can’t be bothered with philosophy or reason. I don’t care for poetry or song. You couldn’t force me to sit for prayer or meditation, to chant or count on beads.

Take your scriptures and your saints, your icons and your religious garb, your holiday festivals and your rites of passage — take them all in a great procession and drown them in your holy river. Let them sink out of sight and be gone forever,

because I love you too much to waste another moment not lost in the bliss of loving you.

because I want you, wholly and fully, in every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought.

because I am on fire with the madness of desire, the disease of clinging, the wounds of ignorance, and only your constant presence can extinguish the flame.

So make me to read the scriptures and hear the sermons, bathe in the rivers and offer the incense, wear the robes and worship in your houses,

but first fill me to bursting with love for you, and the endless sense of your presence,

for there is no holiness in all the holy things of world without your lending holiness to them.

Peace, peace, peace be unto.

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Gratitude

The grass is covered in frost. The sky is gray and threatening. Naked trees and birds searching for bits of food and somewhere, almost everywhere, someone is hungry and cold and shivering, maybe dying.

My house is warm and comfortable. My family loves me. I have too much food in my pantry. I have time to sit and contemplate and pray and not want or need anything.

I want to stand outside and shout my gratitude to the sky, to the world. I want to go door to door and tell my neighbors how blessed we are. I want to grab people by the shoulders and shake them and say, “Can’t you see? Wake up!”

Someone should do that to me, should wake me, because I live in the dream of comfort and ease, and how often do I feel grateful for it?

May I pour my gratitude upon the world. May I display it for all to see. May I give thanks constantly by giving to those who do not have, helping those I can. May I worship those who receive my little help, for they remind me of my innumerable blessings, and they allow me to give thanks through them.

What awesome mystery! What gracious life!

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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