The Glory
Edward Thomas
The glory of the beauty of the morning,
-The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;
The blackbird that has found it, and the dove
That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;
White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy
Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart:
-The glory invites me, yet it leaves me S
Scorning all I can ever do, all I can be,
Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue.
The happiness I fancy fit to dwell
In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day
Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell,
Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start
And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops,
In hope to find whatever it is I seek,
Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things
That we know naught of, in the hazel copse?
Or must I be content with discontent
As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings?
And shall I ask at the day's end once more
What beauty is, and what I can have meant
By happiness? And shall I let all go,Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know
That I was happy oft and oft before,
Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent,
How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to,
Is Time?
I cannot bite the day to the core.
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The Glory
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Loss Has Already Transfigured Your Life Into An Altar
You will lose everything – Jeff Foster
You will lose everything. Your money, your power, your fame, your success, perhaps even your memories. Your looks will go. Loved ones will die. Your body will fall apart. Everything that seems permanent is impermanent and will be smashed. Experience will gradually, or not so gradually, strip away everything that it can strip away. Waking up means facing this reality with open eyes and no longer turning away.
But right now, we stand on sacred and holy ground, for that which will be lost has not yet been lost, and realizing this is the key to unspeakable joy. Whoever or whatever is in your life right now has not yet been taken away from you. This may sound trivial, obvious, like nothing, but really it is the key to everything, the why and how and wherefore of existence. Impermanence has already rendered everything and everyone around you so deeply holy and significant and worthy of your heartbreaking gratitude.Loss has already transfigured your life into an altar.

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Your Incredible fullness – by Jeff Foster
Do not reject a sense of rejection,
or abandon a feeling of abandonment.
Do not resist your resistance,
or run away from the urge to run away.
Do not make sadness sad by leaving it,
or enrage anger by disconnecting.
Or make loneliness more lonely
by pushing it away.
Hold the broken heart
with as much love
as the happy heart.
Never lose the sense of being lost,
and do not doubt the presence of doubt.
Do not fear fear,
or desire the absence of desire,
or worry about worry;
and if you do,
don’t worry!
All parts of you are sacred,
the light and the dark alike.
All are worthy,
deserving of unconditional love. -
Rainer Maria Rilke – The last Sonnet To Orpheus
Transcribed from a reading by Joanna Macy
This poem holds all the gifts of uncertainty, pain and suffering. Yes gifts!
Quiet friend who has come so far,
Feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell;
And as you ring, what batters you becomes your strength,
Swaying back and forth into the change.What’s it like, this intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable darkness,
Be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses –
The meaning discovered there.And if the world has ceased to hear you,
Say to the silent earth,
I flow;
And to the rushing waters speak
I AM! -
Invoking The Beloved
I sit cross-legged in deep reverence I feel a slight loosening of the bands that tie me to my ego’s trivial reality, as my heart begins to open to you, my beloved. Waves of emotion begin to flow through me. Mere ripples at first, like the surface of a lake ruffled in the breeze or the murmuring of the wind in pine trees.
In this way I begin to sense you and offer myself for surrender to you whose love my heart longs for, whose reality is the deep ocean, the vast sky, the infinity of space – and yet so intimate, so close.
I sense a fluttering in my chest and then deeper sighs of grief rise from my belly; from the tomb of those lost years in the lonely desert. And underlying the emerging light in my heart, a sadness for the many years of seeking in vain in relationship – my human experience of fear and blocked emotions, my self-made prison of numbness, my avoidance of deep connection for the sake of my wounded ego’s safety. A safety that only prolongued the pain of what my soul knew lay beyond its reach.
Lower down in my second chakra I begin feeling the stirrings of a new aliveness, as you touch me, my inner beloved, as you come to me at last bringing the simple knowing of that deeper connection, filling my loins with the longing of divine attraction – body and spirit meeting in sacred union, as you come home to me or I come home to you. I visualize you letting me in, coupling in divine ecstasy.
My heart is a golden cave made of light where you sit, my beloved – you who knows and adores me completely in all my glory and all my woundedness. You have always been there, my inner companion, guide and lover. My soul has longed for you always, yet you remained unreachable, blocked by the smaller me.
Now I imagine resting my head on your soft motherly chest, relaxing into the total acceptance you offer me, the immense safety of your physical presence that holds me in your protective loving arms. My breath quivers as old grief shivers through me, melting the ice of those wilderness years of aloneness and separation from you.
Be fully with me now, my beloved. Enter me, infuse me with your healing Shakti energy. Liberate me, as we meld together as one, inseparable in a timeless union of passion.
I hover in brief moments of bliss as all becomes still, silent, barely a breath and only the subtlest presence of your love that bathes me, as it pervades everything that exists. Shakti and Shiva in divine embrace.
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Words from Chameli Ardagh & David Whyte.
Longing for the real:
It requires an awesome vulnerability to step out of the numbing comfort of casualness, out of the confinement of the small me-plan, finding yourself trembling in the unknown land beyond the limits of who you have taken yourself to be. Here all you have to hold onto is your love.
In the shedding of the borrowed, the outdated, the strategic, the too small clothes, you become translucent, more shakti flows unrestricted through you. You are a medicine woman (or man) pouring healing into our aching longing for the real, a lighthouse in this world so full of plastic and replicas.
You heal us just by your willingness to be you.
~ Chameli Ardagh
Remember the way you are all possibilities
you can see and how you live best
as an appreciator of horizons,
whether you reach them or not.Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.~ David Whyte


