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Honoring My Dearest Sweet Friend     Jan Saltsgaver                           
February 1952 - March 2014


words and song


skyline pigeon come to the windowsill, cucurrucucu
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Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.


     Senyru 1827


                                                                                             Relax here, find your breath

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

  ~ Rumi ~    

(The Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks)

Only Breath

 
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion    
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
 
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not   composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
 
am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any
    origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
 
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,    
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

   - Rumi -

    

a poem offering. 

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                Admit Something

                              by

                            Hafiz



                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                  Everyone you see, you say to them,

                                                                                                                                                           Love me.

                                                                                                                                  Of course you do not do this out loud;

                                                                                                                                                         Otherwise, 

                                                                                                                                        Someone would call the cops.

                                                                                                                                         Still though, think about this,

                                                                                                                                               This great pull in us

                                                                                                                                                      To connect.

                                                                                                                                             Why not become the one

                                                                                                                                 Who lives with a full moon in each eye

                                                                                                                                             That is always saying,

                                                                                                                                    With that sweet moon language,

                                                                                                                                  What every other eye in this world

                                                                                                                                                 Is dying to Hear.




Fun comic strip on mindfulness.

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