God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.
-Hazrat Inayat Khan
“Each time I tried to close up what had been opened. It was a reflex, natural enough. But the lesson was, of course, the other way The lesson was in never closing again.”
‘If God is vast and boundless as the ocean, how can a tiny drop like man imagine what he is?
I open my whole consciousness to the realization that all the power and presence there is surrounds me in an eternal embrace, that the Spirit forever imparts Its own Life to me.
Knowing that I cannot live unto myself alone, but that I am a part of all Life, I gladly and enthusiastically unify with people, conditions, and events, flowing into them with the certain knowledge that I belong to the universe in which I live, that this universe belongs to me, that I am a part of it, necessary to it, one with it. (We are one.)
-Earnest Holmes/Science of Mind
[Translation: Soham…”I am that.”]
And [Gaia] is able to make all grace abound toward you.
-II Corinthians 9:8
‘Giving and receiving, loving and being loved, I rejoice with all creation and find in field and flower and running brook, in the sunshine and in the stillness of the night, that One Presence that fills everything. I enter into the harmony of eternal peace, into the joy of knowing that I am now in the harmony of eternal peace, into the joy of knowing that I am now in the kingdom of Gaia, which no person is excluded.’
-Science of Mind
[photo: Port Angeles, Washington, Tuesday, January 17th, 2017]
‘Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.’ -Rachel Carson
(Photo: Salish Sea, October 2016)
“Every tree, every plant, has a spirit. People may say that the plant has no mind. I tell them that the plant is alive & conscious. A plant may not talk, but there is a spirit in it that is conscious, that sees everything, which is the soul of the plant, its essence, what makes it alive. The channels through which the water & sap move are the veins of the spirit.”
– Pablo Amaringo
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.