Archive | January 2020

Accept Things And Move On

Mervyn Brady from “Smelling The Roses”

“One thing that I learned that day was that

you have to accept things and move on.

There were certain things that had to remain unexplained and unanswered.

I knew I was too young to understand what happened.

I also knew one day I would grow into the answer.

In great moments of sadness something enters into your blood

and changes you.

I didn’t know it then, but looking back, those were the moments when God,

the divine sculptor, shaped my inner world.”

A New Beginning

 

 

It’s a new cycle

A new beginning

 

Grounded

Aligned

Grateful

 

The sun is shining

Today

In my heart

In my soul

 

I leaf through the pages

Days, hours, minutes…

Seconds

 

I can scrape the sky

Now

Flying beyond the horizon

Expanding

In what has been

In What Is

 

It is a New Year

A new beginning

 

I write these words today. I expand in them… in Faith. They are mirroring my state. My prayer is that this blessed state in which I am now will be maintained… through new joy, through new suffering.

Yes, because this is Life.

It must be lived in each moment, in presence, without illusions of what it will be.

Its impermanence must be accepted.

It must be lived in Love, for ourselves and for others. Yes, because Love conquers the dark, conquers suffering, conquers the lack of something or someone. Afterwards Love is reborn strengthened, reinforced.

To love… beyond judgments and prejudices… beyond the ego.

To have Faith… beyond emotions and thoughts… beyond their own finite limits.

To Live…

Aligned in all the worlds that we contain and that contain us.

Perfect in our imperfection.

A new beginning

The Temple Of Love

The temple of love is not love itself;

True love is the treasure,

Not the walls about it.

Do not admire the decoration,

But involve yourself in the essence,

The perfume that invades and touches you-

The beginning and the end.

Discovered, this replace all else,

The apparent and the unknowable.

Time and space are slaves to this presence.

– Rumi