Quotes and poems


“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.”

David Whyte – Sweet Darkness (Poem)

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“Our defects, our dangerous depths, our suppressed hatreds, our moments of weakness and desperationall are unimportant. If what we want to do is heal ourselves first, so that then we can go in search of our dreams, we will never reach paradise. If, on the other hand, we accept all that is wrong about us, and despite it, believe that we are deserving of a happy life, then we will have thrown open an immense window that will allow Love to enter. Little by little, our defects will disappear, because one who is happy can look at the world only with love, the force that regenerates everything that exists in the Universe.”

Paolo Coelho, The Valkyries

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… you made that pact
with a dark presence
in your life.

He said, “If you only
stop singing
I’ll make you safe”.

And he repeated the line,
knowing you would hear
“I’ll make you safe”

as the comforting
sound of a door
closed on the fear at last…

by David Whyte.

“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning of life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. ”

– Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

I’ve been asking myself recently – what would increase the quality of my experience of this moment? What I’m saying? Thinking? How I am using my attention? If I do this or that, say this or don’t say that, will this lift up this moment for me, and for others?

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those
Who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,
Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

John O’Donohue

I know why the caged bird sings

by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen,
die sich über die Dinge ziehn.
Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen,
aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm,
und ich kreise jahrtausendelang;
und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm
oder ein großer Gesang.

Rainer Maria Rilke, 20.9.1899

No one writes like Rilke, and the poetry does not really come through in English. I won’t try to render this into English poetry.  But here’s the meaning:

Rilke begins stating that he lives his life in growing rings, spreading out over  the world’s things. He does not know if he will complete this final turn, but he is determined to try. He circles for millenia around God,around that primeval tower. He does not know yet – in this circling, is he a falcon, a cyclone, or a great song?

BG

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