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Transactions with Beauty.
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And remember, 
you are required to make something beautiful.

- Shawna

 

 

The Cup in Front of Us

The Cup in Front of Us

When I feel lost, (and I’m not necessarily so right now) I often turn to Rumi. (I’ll address this to a potentially future lost me).

Something opens our wings. Something
makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

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I walk in a huge pasture.
I nurse the milk of millennia.

Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.

– Rumi

And don’t these words remind you of those by David Whyte in his poem:

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone,
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your home
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

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This post is dedicated to wings opening up, cups being filled, to the loving nowhere, to absorbing work, and to all those things that bring us alive.

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The Subject is Right in Front of You

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