LOVE POEMS: “ST. VALENTINE’S DAY” by Edgar Albert Guest

“ST. VALENTINE’S DAY” Let loose the sails of love and let them fill  With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day;  Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say; Romance is old, but it is lovely still.  Not he who shows his love deserves the jeer,  But he who speaks not what she longs to hear. There is…

QUOTE: “TO LOVE” by Anamaría Rabatté and Cervi,

To love… “If you really do not learn to LOVE, you will never reach mastery, to apologize, to ACCEPT WITH PEACE, to enjoy the moon and the sea, family and friends, to give tenderness, to give LOVE, whoever tried it  KNOWS. “ Anamaría Rabatté and Cervi,   Amar… “Si de verdad a AMAR no aprendes,…

POEMS: “where everything is music” by Rumi

Where everything is music   Do not worry about saving these songs. And if one of our instruments breaks, it does not matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will…

MYSTIC POEMS: Vigil of “The Eternal Presence”… by Mystic Meandering

Vigil of “The Eternal Presence”…   Beholding the Beauty of the Placeless Place, the Invisible Space of “The Eternal Presence”, prior to the world of form, where You exist before your “self”, before the “you” was born… Enfolded in the Embrace of Existence… Surrendered to The Silence… Immersed in the deep internal River of Stillness……

ZEN STORIES: “Mokusen’s hand”(about generosity, giving & receiving)

MOKUSEN’S HAND Mokusen Hiki was living in a temple in the province of Tamba. One of his adherents complained of the stinginess of his wife. Mokusen visited the adherent’s wife and showed her his clenched fist before her face. “What do you mean by that?” asked the surprised woman. “Suppose my fist were always like…

POEMS: “Be foolishly in love” by Rumi

“Be foolishly in love” A spirit that lives in this world and does not wear the shirt of love, such an existence is a deep disgrace. Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is. There is no way into presence except through a love exchange. If someone asks, But what is love? answer,…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch about “our mistakes”

You are a pure child of God, beautiful in your innocence — and that this is true no matter what you may have done.   There is no offense you could ever commit that can rob you of your magnificence, or of the wonder of who you are. Who among us hasn’t fallen from the path, betrayed…