Be Still

Want only what is true.
This will lead you to the well of your deepest sorrows.
Follow that passageway, all the way down;
Become the dark emptiness of your absent core.
Be still. Don’t measure the waiting.
Be still. Let the waiting become a fire.
Be still. Let the fire show you its secret heart:
A strand of clear light running through you.
Gather yourself there, and the luminous universe opens.
In that vast expanse, fathomless, infinite ocean of light,
Lose yourself, and find yourself, and become what you already are.
~ Jennifer Welwood

Authentic Self

Vulnerability is the only authentic state. Being vulnerable means being open, for wounding, but also for pleasure. Being open to the wounds of life means also being open to the bounty and beauty. Don’t mask or deny your vulnerability: it is your greatest asset. Be vulnerable: quake and shake in your boots with it. the new goodness that is coming to you, in the form of people, situations, and things can only come to you when you are vulnerable, i.e. open.
~ Stephen Russell,

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Angels

Everybody can be great...because anybody can serve. 
You don't have to have a college degree to serve. 
You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. 
You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.
~ Martin Luther King Jr.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

From "On Pain" by Khalil Gibran 

Cobwebs

Do You Know Who you are?

Nature Heals

ॐ Nature Heals, Nature Reveals ॐ

Though we can’t always see it at the time, if we look upon events with some perspective, we see things always happen for our best interests. We are always guided in a way better than we know ourselves.
~ Swami Satchidananda

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Hearts Calling

don’t let the pain,
of the past-
hold your soul hostage,
giving dark memories homage-
holding them,
to your deep-
you’re stuck in your repeat,
of sorrow,
oh let the grace of today,
brings releasing your way-
to drink from the cup of love,
flowing into your tomorrows.
why crave to hold on,
to that place-
where you do not belong,
trapped in time-
to a life that was,
your wounds cry-
to be healed,
I know the way-
you feel.
hanging on often,
feels like comfort-
but the ache brings,
a fog of darkness to your soul-
let the entanglement,
that holds you-
unravel,
let the past-
that has traveled,
to your mind-
what has caused,
your real life to pause-
what clings let it drop,
and fall away…
come let love,
walk you back to-
the healing space of you,
holding your soul to now-
living life,
in forgiving freedom,
don’t waste,
one more breath of life-
living as past’s victim.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Heart's Calling

The Garden Of Pensiveness

The beautiful seeds of love and compassion are within all of us. When we awaken to the reality that love is the only path, the only way...then we will blossom and grow, opening our hearts and opening up to life in wonderful, new and meaningful ways.
~ Mary 

~ Image by Bahman Farzad

The Garden Of Pensiveness

Detachment means letting go
and non-attachment means simply letting be.
~ Stephen Levine

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Once Again

what takes me away from life,
from living for the giving-
what presses so hard,
against my existence-
when I want to forge through,
to push back with exact measure-
and loving motivation.
what motivates me,
to bring in the mighty of me-
to come full charge against-
what holds me back,
and say “no more!”
to take the strength that resides,
in me-
let it build up inside,
of me-
living life as it should be,
with vision,
passion that fuels-
the flames of my fire,
reaching ever so higher-
past complacency-
that settles for empty.
fill the well of my soul,
water of life-
overflow,
onto me, onto you, onto the world.
one step,
here I come-
for life has just begun,
yes again-
as it ends,
it begins-
once again.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©