the sun is calling us both

What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name?

Walt Whitman

Dan Mountford

Prayer is  a well-worn trail, a pathway from my true self to the universe. No, I don’t need a false god or a superstitious religion to pray.

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You want to pick up a lovely rock 

That is a pale shade of blue but you can’t 

The rock has grown roots like an old oak 

And has attached itself to the earth 

Looking closely now 

You see that the entire planet 

And everything on it 

Has become one sold rock 

Now your feet are rock too 

So is your body 

And you are attached 

Perhaps forever 

To the earth where you stand 

I am sorry but this where I must leave you 

For I am a busy man 

And I am not attached to anything  

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I am as wide as you dream me to be

I am as slender as one fine hair 

On the nape of your neck 

How could you ever fail to trust me 

Even now the sun is calling us both 

To come outside 

James Lee Jobe 

Zim Lin

A student once asked the spiritual teacher Jiddu Krishnamurti what his secret to peace and contentment was. He leaned over and whispered to the student: ‘I don’t mind what happens.’

Toni Bernhard

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