Posts Tagged ‘emotions’

sunset
 

My joy is like spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

– from ‘Please call me by my true names’ by Thich Nhat Hanh

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It is challenging turning towards my fears, bad feeling and discomfort and not trying to avoid them. I just wonder how important it is to embrace those feelings, wanting to know more about them.

I want to acknowledge these unpleasant feelings and inquiring into them, so I can open the door to deeper understanding, compassion and peace within myself. When I open myself to the painful reality of the moment, I actually suffer less. I’m not stuck in avoidance any more, I’m accepting the present moment…

alone (more…)

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I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet (more…)

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I believe these inspirational paintings of Rassouli connect perfectly with beautiful poem ‘Imagine A Woman’, by Patricia Lynn Reilly. Their interrelation give me a vision of my inner world and kindly reminds me who I am.

Imagine A Woman

Joy Vibrations

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.

A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.

Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Pilars of Life

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.

A woman who listens to her needs and desires.

Who meets them with tenderness and grace. (more…)

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The Mind of Love


Today I love the world.

Last week it was a vile place,

broken, beyond repair. (more…)

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Way

The Journey

I was contemplating this poem for a while now – a kind of internal meditation for me – how strongly it expresses courage and self love as right things in life…

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The Journey

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One day I finally knew what I had to do, and began,

though the voices around me kept shouting their bad advice,

though the whole house began to tremble

and I felt the old tug at my ankles.

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“Mend my life!” each voice cried. But I didn’t stop.

I knew what I had to do, though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers at the very foundations,

though their melancholy was terrible.

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It was already late enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, as I left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which I slowly recognized as my own,

that kept me company as I strode deeper and deeper into the world,

determined to do the only thing I could do,

determined to save the only life I could save.

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–  adapted from Mary Oliver

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my boat

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I have a feeling that my boat

 has struck, down there in the depths,

 against a great thing. And nothing happens!

 Nothing . . . Silence . . . Waves . . .

– Nothing happens?  Or has everything happened,

 and am now standing quietly, in my new life?

– J.R.Jimenez

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