The open door

“A door opens. Maybe I’ve been standing here shuffling my weight from foot to foot for decades, or maybe I only knocked once. In truth, it doesn’t matter. A door opens and I walk through without a backward glance. This is it, then, one moment of truth in a lifetime of truth; a choice made, a path taken, the gravitational pull of Spirit too compelling to ignore any longer. I am received by something far too vast to see. It has roots in antiquity but speaks clearly in the present tense. “Be,” the vastness says. “Be without adverbs, descriptors, or qualities. Be so alive that awareness bares itself uncloaked and unadorned. Then go forth to give what you alone can give, awake to love and suffering, unburdened by the weight of expectations. Go forth to see and be seen, blossoming, always blossoming into your magnificence.”

~ Danna Faulds


Two kinds of intelligence

“There are two kinds of intelligence: One acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through the conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.”

~ Rumi


Keep it simple

“They mocked me when I was singing the songs
Trying to get back to something more simple than we have
They mocked me ‘cos I told it like it was

Wrote about disappointment and greed
Wrote about what we really didn’t need in our lives
Make us feel alive and whole

Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold
Saying something hard edged is off the wall
And it might seem too bold

Mocked me when it got out of hand
Nobody tried to understand
Now we got to keep it simple and that’s that

Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold
Saying something hard edged is off the wall
And it just might be too bold

Well I’m down here on the running board
Where I’ve been many times before
But we got to keep it simple to save ourselves

Mocked me when I tried to get back
Said the train was completely off the track
And we got to get back to something simple to save ourselves

Whoa we got to get back to something simple just to save yourselves
Well got to get back to something simple just to save yourselves
Well you got to keep it simple, keep it simple just to – and that’s that

Whoa you got to keep it simple nowadays and that’s just that
Whoa you got to keep it simple nowadays and that’s just the way it is
And you got to keep it simple these days ‘cos that’s the way it is

Well you got to keep it, keep it simple and that’s that . . .”

~ Van Morrison

simple life

The winter of listening

Shared with me by my close friend Hugh  . . .

“No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning red in the palms
while the night wind carries everything away outside.

All this petty worry,
while the great cloak of the sky grows dark
and intense round every living thing.

What is precious inside us does not
care to be known by the mind
in ways that diminish its presence.

What we strive for in perfection
is not what turns us into the lit angel we desire,
what disturbs and then nourishes
has everything we need.

What we hate in ourselves is what we cannot know
in ourselves, but what is true to the pattern
does not need to be explained.

Inside everyone is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.

Even with the summer so far off
I feel it grown in me now
and ready to arrive in the world.

All those years listening to those
who had nothing to say.

All those years forgetting
how everything has its own voice
to make itself heard.

All those years forgetting how easily
you can belong to everything
simply by listening.

And the slow difficulty of remembering
how everything is born from
an opposite and miraculous otherness.
Silence and winter has led me to that otherness.

So let this winter of listening
be enough for the new life I must call my own.”

~ David Whyte

Elderly man warms himself in front of a fire


“I know that we notice what we notice because of who we are.
We create ourselves by what we chose to notice.
Once this work of self-authorship has begun,
we inhabit the world we have created. We self-seal.
We don’t notice anything except those things that confirm what we already think about who we already are. When we succeed in moving outside of our normal processes of self-reference and can look upon ourselves with self-awareness, then we have a chance at changing.
We break the seal. We notice something new.”

~ Margaret Wheately


When I heard the learn’d astronomer

“When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured
with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.”

~  Walt Whitman