About me

My Photo
In your mind and heart, wherever you are any day or night, United States
How can I stay away seeing you are my need? ~Rumi

Total Pageviews

Search this blog...

Loading...

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Always open for you...


Welcome...

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.  It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. 
~Rumi


The Secret Place

The Secret Place by Beth Arroyo

Be with those who help your being.


If you can't find anyone, be that being for your own self.
I have a duty to make things better. We all do.

The Art of the Controlled Accident

Still Here For You...

Happy Endings 14 - Green Apples*

Green Apples* by Susan Rios
*Title mine

Water and the Moon


There is a path from me to you
that I am constantly looking for

so I try to keep clear and still
as water does with the moon.

Carolyn Hax: So your boyfriend’s mom won’t lay off the marriage/kids talk


What Is Feeling? Why do we feel?

Wings of Joy

Wings of Joy by Beth Arroyo

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Spiritual Tree

Spiritual Tree by Caroline Ashewood

The One Thing You Must Do


There is one thing in this world which you must never forget to do.
If you forget everything else and not this, there is nothing to worry
about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you
will have done nothing in your life.
It is as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you
perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do.
So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That
work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't
do it, it's as though a knife of the finest tempering were nailed into a
wall to hang things on. For a penny an iron nail could be bought to
serve for that.
Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord.
Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your
moments. If you don't, you will be like the one who takes a precious
dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his
dipper gourd. You will be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly
ignoring your dignity and your purpose.

Sleeping

Carolyn Hax: Husband’s selfish behavior on trips home could be sign of what’s to come


Happy Endings 13 - Blue Delphiniums

Blue Delphiniums by Susan Rios

From My Heart to Yours

From My Heart to Yours by Toni Grote

Money Doesn't Buy Pleasure, Ever.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Circles and Triangles

Circles and Triangles by Pamela Ryan

Blue Unity

Blue Unity by Susan Cummings

Divine Unity

Divine Unity by Elizabeth Urabe

How To Live Without Making A Decision

Turning The Head

Carolyn Hax: Badgering a husband over her body-image problems


Happy Endings 11 - Set for Tea

Set for Tea - by Susan Rios

A Pilgrimage to a Person


When you are not with close friends,
you are not in the presence.

It is sad to leave the people you travel with.
How much moreso those who remind you of God.
Hurry back to the ones protecting you.

On every trip, have only one objective,
to meet those who are friends
inside the presence.

If you stay home, keep the same purpose,
to meet the innermost presence
as it lives in people.

Be a pilgrim to the kaaba inside a human being,
and Mecca will rise into view on its own.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

2 - Always open for you...


Happy Endings 10 - Amaryllis

Amaryllis by Susan Rois

Carolyn Hax: Give up on him too soon? Maybe not. But cutting him off totally is pretty rough.


Wisdom of the Rediculous

Unfold Your Own Myth


Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.

But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, so everyone will understand
the passage, We have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling
the wings you've grown, lifting.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Carolyn Hax: Learning to say ‘no’ can be a kindness


Fantasy

Someone Digging in the Ground

May Picture, by Paul Klee

An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: for loving a true love.
Legs: to run after.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.

On the way to Mecca, many dangers: thieves,
the blowing sand, only camel's milk to drink.

Still, each pilgrim kisses the black stone there
with pure longing, feeling in the surface
the taste of the lips he wants.

This talk is like stamping new coins. They pile up,
while the real work is being done outside
by someone digging in the ground.

Birthday Girl

Birthday Girl by Connie Chadwell

Happy Endings 3 - The Last Dance

The Last Dance by Susan Rios

Butler News 2016

A Darker Shades of Magic (Project announcement)

Book Review: A Darker Shade of Magic

A Darker Shade of Magic: A Novel (Kindle preview)

‘Gods Of Egypt’ Getting 60-Second Spot In Super Bowl Pre-Game Show

Hot in Hamburg! Julianne Moore and Gerard Butler are smart in black as they take home trophies at the Goldene Kamera Awards




Variety: Netflix, Amazon may pounce, but they’re not the only acts in town
"Nu Image is repping submarine thriller “Hunter Killer,” with Gerard Butler aboard"

Living With 2 Personalities

Educate Your Mind Like a Child

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Beyond Your Biology 5-week Online Course

http://www.chopra.com/online-programs/beyond-your-biology

Carolyn Hax: Knowing when you’re ready to move in with the beau


Happy Ending 6 - The Pink Porch

The Pink Porch by Susan Rios

The Freshness


When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

Stop Playing The Innocent Role

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Carolyn Hax: Our newly married friend has become a social no-show


Use your mind as a mirror

Lightning

Lovers Walking in the Snow (Crow and Heron)
Suzuki Harunobu (Japanese, 1725–1770)

This is no ordinary friendship.
I attend your banquet as wine attends.

Like lightning, I am an expert at dying.
Like lightning, this beauty has no language.

It makes no difference
whether I win or lose.

You sit with us in a congregation of the dead,
where one handful of dirt says,
I was once a head of hair.

Another, I was a backbone.
You say nothing.

Love comes in, I can deliver you
from yourself in this moment.

Now lover and beloved grow quiet.
My mouth is burning with sweetness.

I love you...

... like it or not. Even if it takes more than love, even if  there is space is between us. I will not stop loving you. You can't make that happen however hard you try.

And I'm saying even if it causes 'adrenaline' not endorphin, because that's not my problem.  

Why belief in God reflects a lack of faith

Lush Floral Garden

Lush Floral Garden by Susan Rios

The Addiction to Control

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Happy Endings 5 - Paint Shed

Paint Shed by Susan Rios

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 does not move from outside to inside
through the conduits of plumbing-learning.

This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.

Spiritual Love

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Overcoming Personal Anxiety

Girl Resting

Girl Resting by Sergeyc Marshennikov


A Dumb Experiment


Break open your personal self
to taste the story of the nutmeat soul.

These voices come from that rattling
against the outer shell.

The nut and the oil inside
have voices that can only be heard
with another kind of listening.

If it weren't for the sweetness of the nut,
the inner talking, who would ever shake a walnut?

We listen to words
so we can silently
reach into the other.

Let the ear and mouth get quiet,
so this taste can come to the lip.

Too long we have been saying poetry,
talking discourses, explaining the mystery outloud.

Let us try a dumb experiment.

Mature Adults

Friday, January 29, 2016

School of Charm

School of Charm by Bo Barrett

Journey's Yet To Come

Journey's Yet To Come by Jean-Francois Koenig

The Wall

The Wall by Leung Yun Charm

Algerian Harem

Algerian Harem (close up) by Eugene Delacroix

Hay Bales

Hay Bales by Kieron Williamson

Uthman's Silence


The story is told of Uthman, who when he became caliph
mounted quickly the steps of Muhammad's pulpit,
where Abu Bakr, out of respect for the prophet,
seated himself on the second step.

There were three steps. Omar sat on the third step.
Uthman climbed to the top. When asked why, he replied,
If I sat on the third step, people would say
I was like Omar. If on the second step,
He's like Abu Bakr.

But up here where the chosen one sat, no one will think
to compare me with that king of the spirit.

And sometimes when he had climbed
to the preaching place, that sweet one Uthman,
would not say anything. He stayed silent
until midafternoon. No one asked him
for a sermon, and no one left the mosque.

In the silence many began to see with Uthman's light.
This is how a living master opens the inner eye.

Stop Sleeping Through Life

Peacock

Peacock by Diana Dargo