LET IT BE KNOWN
I worship the Goddess.
The one with tangled hair
where insects nest.
The one with blood-soaked thighs.
The one who crushes my concepts
with her razor teeth
and spits my mind into the wind.
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The Wild will call you back.
Through half-remembered dreams
and sunsets painted
in burnt sienna
and vermillion flames
she will call you back home.
The coyotes will wake you
from your sleep
with their clarion call
to keep your eyes
wide open.
How long have you been sleeping?
How much have you forgotten?
I need a song
I need a song like a river, cool and dark and wet,
like a battered old oak; gnarled bark,
bitter acorns,
a song like a dragonfly:
shimmer – hover – swerve –
like embers too hot to touch.
I need a song like my father’s hands:
scarred, callused, blunt,
a song like a wheel,
like June rain, seep of solstice,
tang of waking earth.
May you awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
I counted my years and realized
that I have less time to live than the time I have lived so far.
I have more past than future.
I feel like that boy who had a bowl of cherries.
At first he gobbled them,
but when he realize that there were only a few left,
he began to taste them intensely.
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
Life sometimes is hard.
There are challenges.
There are difficulties.
As a younger man
I sought to avoid them
and only ever caused myself
more of the same.
i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty.
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave.
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you are born with
is the most you have to be proud of
when your spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like, you are resilient
or, you are extraordinary.
not because i don’t think you are pretty.
but because you are so much more than that.
rupi kaur
Do not try to open your heart now.
That would be a subtle movement of aggression towards you immediate, embodied existence.
Never tell a closed heart it must open;
it will shut more tightly to protect itself,
feeling your resistance.
A heart only unfurls when the conditions are right;
your demand for openness invites closure.
This is the supreme intelligence of the heart.
When Einstein gave lectures at U.S. universities, the recurring question that students asked him most was “Do you believe in God?” And he always answered: “I believe in the God of Spinoza.
Baruch de Spinoza was a Dutch philosopher considered one of the great rationalists of 17th century philosophy, along with René Descartes.
According to Spinoza, God would say
Stop praying and pounding your chest.
What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I’ve made for you.