Given that life is so short, do I really want to spend one-ninetieth of my remaining days on earth reading Edward Gibbon?
I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.
Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.
What worked yesterday doesn't always work today.
At some point, you gotta let go, and sit still, and allow contentment to come to you.
I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.
Look for God. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.
The mosquitoes here are big enough to rape a Chicken!
Your father only has one foot on this earth. And really, really long legs . . .
Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.
I thought of how many people go to their graves unforgiven and unforgiving. I thought of how many people have had siblings or friends or children or lovers disappear from their lives before precious words of clemency or absolution could be passed along. How do the survivors of terminated relationships ever endure the pain of unfinished business?
Oh, cold world -- I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.
Traveling-to-a-place energy and living-in-a-place energy are two fundamentally different energies
God is an experience of supreme love.
In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.
Sometimes out hearts are broken so new light can get in.
Whatever this feeling is- this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.
Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don't you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching, I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that's just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That's just limited little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. Heck, Groceries-you have the capacity to someday love the whole world. It's your destiny. Don't laugh.
I do not need to love you to prove that I love myself!!
Look--I understand that an unexamined life is not worth living, but do you think I could someday have an unexamined lunch?
The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not.
Zen masters say you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.
Devotion is diligence without assurace...If faith were rational, it wouldn't be by definition-faith...Faith is walking face-first and full speed into the dark.
I tried to reassure him with every line about how the world is hard and unfair sometimes, but that it's all OK because he is so loved. He is surrounded by souls who would do anything to help him. And not only that--he has wisdom and patience of his own, buried deep inside his being, which will only reveal themselves over time and will always carry him through any trial. He is a gift from God to all of us.
One of these poems I wrote after having been here only a month. The other, I wrote this morning. In the space between the two poems, I have found acres of grace
Until I can feel as ecstatic about having a baby as I felt about going to New Zealand to search for giant squid, I cannot have a baby.
God isn't interested in watching you enact some performance of personality in order to comply with some crackpot notion you have about how a spiritual person looks or behaves. We all seem to get this idea that, in order to be sacred, we have to make some massive, dramatic change of character, that we have to renounce our individuality.
In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.
Soon you start craving that intense attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is withheld you probably turn sick, crazy and depleted not to mention resentful of the dealer who encourage this addiction in the first place but who now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore despite that you know that he has it hidden somewhere God dammit because you know that he used to give it to you for free.
When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?
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