Trees are in love with the earth, the earth is in love with the trees. The birds are in love with the trees, the trees are in love with the birds. The earth is in love with the sky, the sky is in love with the earth. The whole existence exists in a great ocean of love. Let love be your worship, let love be your prayer. — Osho 

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'evening prayer'
“Trees are in love with the earth, the earth is in love with the trees. The birds are in love with the trees, the trees are in love with the birds. The earth is in love with the sky, the sky is in love with the earth. The whole existence exists in a great ocean of love. Let love be your worship, let love be your prayer.”  -Osho  

'evening prayer'

“Trees are in love with the earth, the earth is in love with the trees. The birds are in love with the trees, the trees are in love with the birds. The earth is in love with the sky, the sky is in love with the earth. The whole existence exists in a great ocean of love. Let love be your worship, let love be your prayer.”  -Osho  

At some point you will have put the words down.

Put the maps down.

Close the sacred books.

Look up.

Stop being enthralled by the journeys

of your spiritual heroes

At some point, you will have to get up,

open your door and walk out into the

sunlight of your Being and feel its light and

its warmth on your own skin.

Firsthand.

No longer satisfied by catching a glimpse of it

through the windows of another’s experience;

but stand in its full and glorious light,

naked and vulnerable and

in holy surrender with the story of your life

with all its twists and turns and tortured tales

lying pink and belly-up under the dome

of the disinterested sky:

— 'First hand' @ http://ashramof1.tumblr.com/post/76631025170
sunlight on frangipani
“At some point, you will have to get up, open your door and walk out into the sunlight of your Being and feel its light and its warmth on your own skin.”  excerpt from @ashramof1

sunlight on frangipani

At some point, you will have to get up, open your door and walk out into the sunlight of your Being and feel its light and its warmth on your own skin.”  excerpt from @ashramof1

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, ‘The Peace of Wild Things’
great blue heron
"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water.  And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."  -Wendell Berry, ‘The Peace of Wild Things’

great blue heron

"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water.  And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."  -Wendell Berry, ‘The Peace of Wild Things’

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. — Jean Giraudoux
"The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life."    ~Jean Giraudoux

"The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life."    ~Jean Giraudoux

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you. — Hafiz

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“Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.”   -Hafiz
Happy Birthday Joni!

“Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.”   -Hafiz

Happy Birthday Joni!