Rising high on the sunset sky
The reddish moon of tonight
I quiet my mind and it moves closer
That’s a beautiful sight.
My conscious world grows smaller and smaller
Thoughts come to close with ease
They drop away one by one
I feel nothing but Peace.
She is almost blind. Lives in her little apartment at the sanctuary. She is safe, and well cared for. Now that she cannot manage on her own.
There is some sadness in her. Maybe a fleeting memory of her youth. Soaring high up in the bright blue skies. Carried by the winds over green forests and sparkling seas.
But most of all there is contentment. Quiet enjoyment of life. And appreciation. The light breeze moving her feathers. The sun warming her old bones. And the love of a human, who takes her out on walks, touching her heart. Precious moments to treasure. To just be.
Birds and children can fly. Yet they are grounded in the present moment. They don’t live in the past that is no longer here. Or in the future that has not yet arrived. They soak in the experience of now. And dance to the natural rhythm of life. They inspire me.
And so does everything in nature. When the earth gently rolls on its side, night becomes dawn. Light peeks over the horizon. Inviting me to a new day with all new possibilities.
The sunrise colors are vivid. Soft pastels of Grace, and bright colorful streaks of Hope in what otherwise could appear dark. It’s an inspiring moment to take in. To be alive.
And so the day beings. With colors I choose to see. Thoughts and reflections I allow to touch me. And open my heart beyond my limited mind. Inspire.
“The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars, with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart” – Rumi
And when the earth gently rolls onto its other side, I marvel on the softness of the evening. And the golden colors of the sunset. Yet again, I inhale inspiration.
Then it’s time to exhale. It’s time to rest. Time to dream. And feel the peace.
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Fresh air tingles on my skin. I smell the rain drops still lingering on the grass. Vibrant green. Perky. Reaching up and up. Stretching toward the little bubbles of white in the blue. Respectfully. In silence.
Waking up. Living fully. Present here. Growing with every ray of sun. I breathe. I feel the trees inhale and exhale. I hear the birds sing. I see the face of the wind. And I touch Life. Briefly. Quietly. Between the storms.
Go to the Center
Of your infinite Being
Let Stillness soothe you
Rest in the shine of pure Love
Allow Life to flow freely.
When I met this graceful Snowy Egret just around dawn yesterday, I felt my heart was smiling. And I remembered a beautiful poem I had found some time ago. It spoke to me about reaching out, supporting one another, and brightening someone’s day. This is how it goes.
Let my soul smile through my heart
And my heart smile through my eyes,
That I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
– Paramahansa Yogananda
I thought about it and realized there are sad hearts, for various reasons, all around me. Both physically and virtually. Known and unknown to me. I was walking and contemplating this when I saw a beautiful cloud on the sunrise sky. Whether synchronicity or not, it delivered the message.
If I could help rekindle even one smile in a sad heart this week, I would be happy. Just one smile.
Have a wonderful week. May your heart smile.
“Let silence take you to the core of life.”
“The quieter you become the more able you are to hear.”
“Are you listening?
Be aware of the silence.
Hear life’s depths revealed.
Watch sources of strength be born.
Be still – be present.”
When the night is born
Out of the last light
The day’s comings and goings
Are recycled by the mind
The words used and the silences
The doings and the neglects
All scrutinized by the heart
But abandon the judgment
Let go of the unforgiving criticism
Set your mind on a path to learning
Kindle the light of forgiveness in your heart
And let your soul dwell in the peace
Of the night just born.
I have no thoughts. All dissolved into the loud silence of this winter afternoon. Previously important to-dos and to-haves gone. Wafted into these woods. Soundlessly. Graciously.
But I am. Conscious of being part of this resplendent nature. Privileged to breathe in the clean air. Feeling its refreshing energy. And to breathe out. Gently. Replenished.
I have no thoughts. But I am. Sensing love emanating from the earth. And grace from the heavens. Purpose reflected in every last ray of light. Passion for life. And hope.
Everyone and everything that shows up in our life is a reflection of something that is happening inside of us. – Alan Cohen
This quote expresses something I’ve been pondering quite a bit. We may want to understand why something unwanted shows up in our lives. Instead of always looking at something or someone external to blame, it might also be useful to look inside – into our mind, heart and soul. Although we may not understand the reasons behind everything that happens to us in life, we might find some useful answers there. It’s worth some contemplation.
Have a wonderful week, Tiny
Footnote: The picture above shows a part of the outer wall of the Dali Museum. The building itself (more on that in a later post), and the reflections in the windows are almost as surreal as the paintings inside 🙂