"Deep down ...."

Deep down,

inside our bodies,

lives the soul.

No one has ever seen it,

But we all know it’s there.

“The Soul Bird”, Michal Snunit

"Flowers are a silly bunch"

Flowers are a silly bunch

While trees are sort of bossy.

Lakes are shy

The earth is calm

And rivers do seem saucy.

Hills are good

But mountains mean

While weeds all ask for pity.

I guess the country can be nice

But I prefer the city.

Arnold Spilka

"Embracing the Way ...."

"Embracing the Way, you become embraced;

Breathing gently, you become newborn;

Clearing your mind, you become clear;

Nurturing your children, you become impartial;

Opening your heart, you become accepted;

Accepting the world, you embrace the Way."

"Whoever truly possesses God ...."

Whoever truly possesses God in the right way, possesses him in all places: on the street, in any company, as well as in a church or a remote place or in their cell.  Grasping all things in a divine way and making of them something more than they are in themselves cannot be learned by taking flight, but rather we must learn to maintain an inner solitude regardless of where we are or who we are with.

Meister Eckhart

"Little Fly ...."

Little Fly


Thy summer's play,


My thoughtless hand


Has brush'd away.



Am not I


A fly like thee?


Or art not thou


A man like me?



For I dance


And drink & sing;


Till some blind hand


Shall brush my wing.



If thought is life


And strength & breath;


And the want


Of thought is death;



Then am I


A happy fly,


If I live,

Or if I die.

William Blake

"Said the little boy ...."

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, ‘Sometimes I drop my spoon.’

Said the little old man, ‘I do that too.’

The little boy whispered, ‘I wet my pants.’

‘I do that too,’ laughed the little old man.

Said the little boy, ‘I often cry.’

The old man nodded, ‘So do I.’

‘But worst of all,’ said the boy, ‘it seems

Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.’

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

‘I know what you mean,’ said the little old man.

Shel Silverstein