Thursday, July 27, 2006

The drops of water in me
evaporate into thin air

they merge
with the passing cloud

and fly higher than my
breathe can reach

but then i sneeze and
the drops come falling down

each moment
the cycle continues

kozi wolf

Monday, July 17, 2006

Photo by Matticus Finch

"My desire for God is very intense," a disciple said. The Master replied:
"That is the greatest blessing, to feel His pull at your heart. It is His way of saying: "Too long you have played with the toys of My creation. Now I want you with Me. Come home!' "

Paramahansa Yogananda

Friday, July 14, 2006

The mysterious sighing of creation, the innate aspiration of every soul toward God, that is exactly what interior prayer is. There is no need to learn it, it is innate in every one of us!

The Way of the Pilgrim

As I walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in the briers hatching her brood.
I have seen the he-bird also,
I have paus'd to hear him near at hand inflating his throat and joyfully singing.

And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only,
Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes,
But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,
A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.

Walt Whitman