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HEAVEN'S BREATH.....A SHORT POEM Floating in sight of heaven's breath dreaming reality encompasses earth's silence awakened to heart's fire, deep inside cosmic heartbeat power and strength births infinity's desire for resurrection TaiOctober 09
I did read this, jenni, and I have to say, I could relate. Life just sometimes feels this way, and I don't think we need to pretend and say that things are always wonderful. I... More »
having emerged virtually intact from a battle with ‘the darkness..’, herewith relating self-assuredly, journeys to nether regions: to find oneself lost, disoriented, without the least energy, moral and physical fibre depleted... More »
Dear Kundan how much I would love it if free hugs could fly or be put in the post as a first class package, which surely they must all be! that I could be on... More »
As far as I know , Tibetan Buddhist priests are also experts in this. Normally in Buddhism, they used to start with 'AAna Paana', which is concentrating on the breath. Some people suggest to concentrate... More »
Hi Is I don't have a regular practice these days, other than what you and Bruce mentioned, i.e. "I often also use “ordinary” routines or tasks as occasions for inquiry or practice, such as during... More »
Reading all of the responses has been truly enlightening! Thank you all for sharing your thoughts and opinions! I hope that all that I share can be just as helpful for you. Overall, I feel... More »
Hi Waterheart..I love your name.. I think of the flow of life pulsing through me, heart centered... feeling. I have visited the Ozark often. A place called Diana's Grove, outside of Bunker. ever heard of... More »
suziesoul
Without a second thought, I find it easy to stop and look at the beauty of nature and marvel at the artist's palette. Those colors in nature are always perfect and blend together as no... More »
winterfruit
I never plan to fall in love. I just plan to love. That is what I want. One can never count on receiving it, but, ‘giving it’ must be done. And, I for one do... More »
Ron
A monarch so orange the color is sacred. Burnt orange bellows, black panes. Fractals of breath that are wings. I try to breathe like that. But mine is hidden, unconscious. The monarch's, exposed, precious. Orange.... More »
beatrix
More years than I can count, I have been on a God Quest. Sometimes I shake my head in confusion, wondering why me! For years I was a comfortable soul, content with my life, my... More »
Sundari
I have studied only but a few forms of energy work. But it is often that I find myself straying away from the more harsh or invasive forms such as chiropractic work. And like a... More »
Desmond
Oh how sweet it is to accepy ourselves as all that we need to be , And accept every conscious deep breath as our center of gravity, Which feeds and supports us with itself in all... More »
flowerchildatheart
to not wish. to just be. cherishing every breath, relishing every feeling, savoring every moment, knowing it could be my last.
starlight
Sophia sees with eyes of love... Touched with a Golden Truth... Not nailed down; it wears no cross... It lives and breathes thru you... Sophia whispers gently... Yet takes action hard and fast... Her compassion... More »
Then God - may He be exalted! - said to me, "What are you?" I replied, "I am two things, according to two different relations. With respect to You, I am the Eternal, forever and ever. I am the necessary Being who epiphanizes himself. My necessity proceeds from the necessity of Your essence and my eternity from the eternity of Your knowledge and Your attributes. "With respect to me, I am pure non-being who has never breathed the perfume of existence, the adventitious being who remains nonexistent in his adventitiousness. I only possess being so long as I am present with You and for You. Left to myself and absent from You I am one who is not, even while he is (fa-ana mafqud mawjud)."
Let every lover of liberty, every well-wisher to his posterity, swear by the blood of the revolution never to violate, in the least particular, the laws of the country and never to tolerate their violation by others. As the patriots of '76 did to the support of the declaration of independence, so to the support of the constitution and laws, let every American pledge his life, his prosperity and his sacred honor. Let every man remember that to violate the laws is to trample on the blood of his fathers and to tear the charter of his own and his children's liberty. Let reverence for the laws be breathed by every American mother to the lisping babe that prattles on her lap. Let it be taught in schools, in seminaries, and in colleges. Let it be preached from the pulpit, proclaimed in the legislative halls, and enforced in courts of justice. In short, let it become the political religion of the nation.
Gentlemen, suppose all the property you were worth was in gold, and you had put it in the hands of Blondin to carry across the Niagara River on a rope, would you shake the cable, or keep shouting out to him - "Blondin, stand up a little straighter - Blondin, stoop a little more - go a little faster - lean a little more to the north - lean a little more to the south?" No, you would hold your breath as well as your tongue, and keep your hands off until he was safe over. The Government are carrying an immense weight. Untold treasures are in their hands. They are doing the very best they can. Don't badger them. Keep silence, and we'll get you safe across. -Francis B. Carpenter, "Anecdotes and Reminiscences of President Lincoln" in Henry Jarvis Raymond, The Life and Public Services of Abraham Lincoln..., p. 752 (1865). Carpenter, a portrait artist, lived in the White House for six months beginning February 1864, to paint the president and the entire Cabinet. His relations with the president became of an "intimate character," and he was permitted "the freedom of his private office at almost all hours,...privileged to see and know more of his daily life" than most people. He states that he "endeavored to embrace only those [anecdotes] which bear the marks of authenticity. Many....I myself heard the President relate; others were communicated to me by persons who either heard or took part in them" (p. 725). Blondin (real name Jean Francois Gravelet) was a French tightrope walker who crossed Niagara Falls on a tightrope in 1855, 1859, and 1860.
Our strength lies, not alone in our proving grounds and our stockpiles, but in our ideals, our goals, and their universal appeal to all men who are struggling to breathe free.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.
I will have nought to do with a man who can blow hot and cold with the same breath.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.
Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breathed in sighs, still ushered with a tear.
Love THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes, Down to the central fires, Exist alike in Love. Love is a sea Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally Suns and their bright broods swim. This mighty sea of Love, with wondrous tides, Is sternly just to sun and grain; 'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, 'Tis in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use; There is a scent upon the brier, A tremulous splendour in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire. The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breath'd flowers; In music dies poor human speech, And into beauty blow those hearts of ours When Love is born in each. Daisies are white upon the churchyard sod, Sweet tears the clouds lean down and give. The world is very lovely. O my God, I thank Thee that I live!
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