Monday, October 31, 2011

Sweet Darkness

While creating this page a favorite David Whyte poem kept circling my mind:

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

~ David Whyte ~

Woven In

This page speaks to my belonging - a feeling of being woven into my humanity and the nature of my soul branching out in an ethereal way.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Who is Looking?

This page came from the inquiry that asks, "Who is looking out from your eyes?"

There is a Presence seeing here.

Monday, October 24, 2011

The World is Too Full To Speak About

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language. Even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.


How Does Wetness Leave Water?

Shadow and Light Source Both
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water? Dont' try to

put out fire by throwing on more fire! Don't
wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast

you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's
in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes

your shadow. But that shadow has been serving 
you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is

your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this, but it will break the

glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that. You must have shadow and light

source both. Listen, and lay your head under
the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers

and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
a dove. Don't even open your mouth for even a coo.
From Soul of Rumi
by Coleman Barks

Midsummer's Night Dream

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Tree of Life

Old Growth




One Moment in Time





Into the Dark

...and finding Light within

In Orbit

You are no less than the trees and the stars

Rivers and Pebbles

Signs of Life

One Still Secret Spot

Where dreams may go...