There’s a moon in my body…

from Kabir…

There’s a moon in my body, but I can’t see it!
A moon and a sun.
A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can’t hear it!

As long as a human being worries about when he will die,
and what he has that is his,
all of his works are zero.
When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead,
then the work of the Teacher is over.

The purpose of labor is to learn;
when you know it, the labor is over.
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that
comes, the petal falls.

The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not
look for it:
it wanders around looking for grass.


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By |2007-08-12T13:05:00-04:00August 12th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on There’s a moon in my body…

Sunday Inspiration

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!’ The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’

Gitanjali – Song Offerings by Rabindranath Tagore 12.

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By |2007-07-15T12:15:00-04:00July 15th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on Sunday Inspiration

Your wild and precious life

The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

A celebration of Mars in Taurus, exactly sextile the North Node today.

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By |2007-07-08T01:58:00-04:00July 8th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on Your wild and precious life

The Pursuit of Happiness

Everyone wants to be happy, but happiness is a choice that we make rather than an outcome. We all think “If I could only be married, then I’ll be happy.” Or, “when I can have a child, then I’ll be happy.” We focus on the pursuit of happiness and miss the opportunity to choose at each moment whether to be content in that moment with what exists here and now.

If the opposition of Saturn to Neptune is hitting a sensitive point in your chart you may be feeling unsettled and finding it particularly difficult to find that contentment. While Neptune drives us deeper into our dreams and illusions, Saturn is the wet blanket of disappointment. On a personal level, the combination of these two in the opposition requires balance between Saturn’s discipline and disappointment with Neptune’s desire to escape or transcend the mundane reality in which we make our home on Planet Earth.

I have found some quotes to help inspire me today to look for happiness in this present moment, perhaps you will enjoy them too:

Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.
– Burton Hills

Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
– Anonymous

Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
– Margaret B. Runbeck

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
– Dr. Dale Turner


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By |2007-06-24T10:37:00-04:00June 24th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on The Pursuit of Happiness

Sunday Poetry

Sleeping in spring oblivious of dawn
Everywhere I hear birds.
After the wind and rain last night
I wonder how many petals fell?

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By |2007-06-17T12:09:00-04:00June 17th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on Sunday Poetry