- Today was a brimming cup
Today was an immense wave
Today was all the earth.
Today lifted us in a kiss so high
that trembling and tied in a lightning flash
We went down without untwining.
Today a door opened and someone still faceless
Was waiting for us there.
- Pablo Neruda
- Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the Mother
We are Her children.
She shines inside us, visible-invisible, as we trust
Or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.
Stands for all things,
Even for those things that don't flower,
For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing,
Though sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness,
To put a hand on the brow of the flower,
And retell it in words and in touch,
It is lovely
Until it flowers again, from within, of self-blessing.
- Galway Kinnel
- I was sleeping, and being comforted by a cool breeze,
When suddenly a gray dove, from a thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
And reminded me of my own passion.
I had been away from my own soul so long,
So late-sleeping, but that dove's crying woke me and made me cry.
Praise to all early-waking grievers!
Student, do the simple purification.
You know that the seed is inside the horse-chestnut tree;
And inside the seed there are the blossoms of the tree, and the chestnuts, and the shade.
So inside the human body there is the seed, and inside the seed there is the human body again.
Fire, air, earth, water, and space --- if you don't want the secret one,
You can't have these either.
Thinkers, listen, tell me what you know of that is not inside the soul?
Take a pitcher full of water and set it down on the water --now it has water inside and water outside.
We mustn't give it a name,
Lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.
If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth:
Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.
The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself,
And he is the one who has made it all.
- Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
Here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings.
- Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love.
We are running to contemplate its vast green field.
Do you want to come with us?
This is not the time to stay at home,
But to go out and give yourself to the garden.
The dawn of joy has arisen,
And this is the moment of union, of vision.