SPIRITUAL POEMS: “Prayer” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Prayer”  Lord, let us pray. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The mind that can conceive Large visions of a wider way Than circumscribes our world to-day. May tolerance temper our own faith, However great our zeal; When others speak of life…

“Subtle Truth” – by Lao Tzu

Why scurry about looking for the truth?
It vibrates in every thing and every not-thing,
right off the tip of your nose. Can you be still and see it
in the mountain? the pine tree? yourself?

POEMS: “Gitanjali 35” By Rabindranath Tagore

Gitanjali 35   Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;    Where knowledge is free;    Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;    Where words come out from the depth of truth;    Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;    Where the clear stream of…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “The message” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

“The message” I have not the gift of vision, I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called Elysian I neither see nor hear; Yet oft when the shadows darken And the daylight hides its face, The soul of me seems to hearken For the truths that speak through space. They speak…

On “Self-Knowledge” by Kahlil Gibran

“Self-Knowledge”   And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge. And he answered saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch…

POEMS: “Rest and Be Taken” by Adyashanti

Rest and Be Taken When there is deep abundance there is nowhere to abide. There is nowhere to rest or grasp onto and yet there is rest The sky abides yet it never rests. Neither can we say that the sky is not always at rest. We talk about the sky as if it were…

POEMS: “Follow Truth”

Follow Truth The Buddha didn’t know that his choice to be himself would roll through the pages of history like a rogue wave.  All he did was sit beneath the bodhi tree, intention fixed on awakening, and when the light flowed in, he offered it back as the fruit of all his practice.  We each…