Category Archives: SPIRIT

WAITING FOR THE PAST

looking off the short horizon,
the Sun a white daystar of squinch
glazing the ground like frozen twilight,

no life, no company, no nearness,
never a memory or a joke . . .

LES MURRAY

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“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”

Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

“We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.” — The Big Book

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Roads of Destiny

I go to seek on many roads
What is to be.
True heart and strong, with love to light—
Will they not bear me in the fight
To order, shun or wield or mould
My Destiny?

Unpublished Poems of David Mignot.

http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/roads-of-destiny/1/

“They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.” ― Robert McCammon, Boy’s Life

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Like a lot of blind men feeling a great elephant.

Buddhism.–The proverb alludes to a celebrated fable in the Avadânas, about a number of blind men who tried to decide the form of an elephant by feeling the animal. One, feeling the leg, declared the elephant to be like a tree; another, feeling the trunk only, declared the elephant to be like a serpent; a third, who felt only the side, said that the elephant was like a wall; a fourth, grasping the tail, said that the elephant was like a rope, etc.]

“Even gaki are a multitude (or, ‘population’).” This is a popular saying used in a variety of ways. The ordinary meaning is to the effect that no matter how poor or miserable the individuals composing a multitude, they collectively represent a respectable force. Jocosely the saying is sometimes used of a crowd of wretched or tired-looking people,–sometimes of an assembly of weak boys desiring to make some demonstration,–sometimes of a miserable-looking company of soldiers. Among the lowest classes of the people it is not uncommon to call a deformed or greedy person a “gaki.”

http://www.sacred-texts.com/shi/igj/igj12.htm

Conrad, Joseph – that deliberate sagacity which no mere water drinker ever attained.

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  • “I must in this gross darkness cherish
    more than all the plenitude the hunger
    that drives the spirit. Flesh must perish
    yet still, tomorrow and tomorrow

    be faithful to the last, an old
    blind dog that knows the stairs, and stays
    obedient as it climbs and suffers.”

Alcoholic drinking’s three stages: impulsive, compulsive, repulsive.

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W.A.P.Martin ~1900?

On Drinking Alone by Moonlight

Here are flowers and here is wine,
But where’s a friend with me to join
Hand in hand and heart to heart
In one full cup before we part?

Rather than to drink alone,
I’ll make bold to ask the moon
To condescend to lend her face
The hour and the scene to grace.

Lo, she answers, and she brings
My shadow on her silver wings;
That makes three, and we shall be.
I ween, a merry company

The modest moon declines the cup,
But shadow promptly takes it up,
And when I dance my shadow fleet
Keeps measure with my flying feet.

But though the moon declines to tipple
She dances in yon shining ripple,
And when I sing, my festive song,
The echoes of the moon prolong.

Say, when shall we next meet together?
Surely not in cloudy weather,
For you my boon companions dear
Come only when the sky is clear.
http://clatterymachinery.wordpress.com/2007/01/26/li-bai-drinking-alone-with-the-moon-his-shadow-32-translators/

Cha mhisd’ a’ ghealach na coin a bhith comhartaich rithe. The moon is none the worse for the dogs’ barking at her.

 

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A Dogs Soul.

Every dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.

Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.

A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.

And when accused unjustly for
Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.

He’ll love, tho’he is unloved,
And he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he’s abused.

Altho’ his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul!

Author Unknown

http://www.wolfweb.com.au/acd/dogsoul.htm

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The Land (Sydney, NSW : 1911 – 1954), Friday 11 March 1921,

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Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. ~ Osho

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High-souled persons have only two states like that of a bunch of flowers; either they have to be on top of the whole world or they should wither away.

http://sanskrit-quote.blogspot.com.au/

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Moonlight

 in jail
there is neither flower
nor wine

what is a poet to do
when the night is so exquisite?

from the window
i gaze at the moonlight

while through the bars
the moon gazes back
at me

by Ho Chi Minh
(translated by Joe Dolce)

http://divan.bhtafe.edu.au/?p=1138#more-1138

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Aunt Lorna kisses into space near your ear, not on your face. I don’t call that kissing I call that missing.

 

 

 

Honey Sandwich by Elizabeth Honey.  Allen & Unwin, 1993.

http://ozpoemaday.wordpress.com/tag/elizabeth-honey/IMG_20140112_184040

 

foto – musicians at the URUNGA SURF LIFESAVING CLUB FUNDRAISER in January 2014.

 

Instead of putting your sandwich in a Ziploc bag, why don’t you use my t-shirt? It’s sweaty and will keep the bread moist.
”

― Jarod Kintz, If you bring the booze and food, I’ll bring the thirst and hunger

I’ve lived to feel how pride may part  Spirits, tho’ matched like hand and glove. Coventry Patmore.

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What nutriment can I extract from these bare twigs? Starvation stares me in the face. “Nay, nay,” said a nuthatch, making its way, head downward, about a bare hickory close by, “The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat…. If at any time the weather is too bleak and cold for you, keep the sunny side of the trunk, for a wholesome and inspiring warmth is there, such as the summer never afforded….” “Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”… [A] red squirrel… came running down a slanting bough, and as he stopped twirling a nut, called out rather impudently, “Look here! just get a snug-fitting fur coat and a pair of fur gloves like mine, and you may laugh at a northeast storm.

Henry David Thoreau, Nov. 8, 1858

http://www.quotegarden.com/winter.html

When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile. Steve Maraboli.

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The Teapot, Serene and Genteel

The very sight of a teapot puts a smile on the face of most people. One cannot help but  think of more serene and genteel times. From a whimsical child’s teapot to an elegant English Teapot, to collectible teapots that adorn some homes,
they are a subtle reminder of all that is good in this world.

~Barbara Roberts  (This is me enjoying my 15 minutes of fame!)

http://gardenpartyteas.com/blog/tea-poems-and-quotes/

Did you soar into the clouds, impossibly?

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We see quite clearly that what happens to the nonhuman happens to the human. What happens to the outer world happens to the inner world. If the outer world is diminished in its grandeur then the emotional, imaginative, intellectual, and spiritual life of the human is diminished or extinguished. Without the soaring birds, the great forests, the sounds and coloration of the insects, the free-flowing streams, the flowering fields the sight of the clouds by day and the stars at night, we become impoverished in all that makes us human.

Thomas Berry

http://www.quotesforthemind.com/categories/canadian-quotes/canadian-quotes-proverbs-sayings-and-poems/

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. Basho

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foto – flowers in the gardens of davidson’s whaling station just south of eden in twofold bay

My Country

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies 
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise. 

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror 
The wide brown land for me! 

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil. 

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain. 

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold. 
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze … 

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land 
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

©Dorothea MacKellar

Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.

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By Dick Turner – © Joan Small

The everlasting daisies form a carpet pink and white,
A fairyland of frosting, a vision of delight,
Ghost gums dance in mystic moonlight to a whispering refrain,
Yet the spirit of the inland
Lives in mulga after rain.

http://www.joansmallpoetryandbooks.com/DickTurner_Poems.html

“the frog in the well knows not of the great ocean”

 

 

 いのなかのかわずたいかいをしらず

(i no naka no kawazu, taikai o shirazu)

Explanation: This proverb is a metaphor for being mentally trapped by a narrow understanding of things.

Note: kawazu is the old way to say “frog”, in modern Japanese they are called kaeru

http://nihonshock.com/2010/03/japanese-proverbs-february-2010/

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foto: frogs on window of music room in raleigh nsw aust 2013

Night calls, frogs, not sleeping

MIRANDA AITKEN

It was spring and full moon and I thought

I heard voices in the night but

It was only the frogs singing about

the river and the spring and the moon

So I listened to their watery voices and felt gladdened

they had something to say

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/03/26/night-calls-frogs-not-sleeping-2/

Mighty of purpose and stalwart of limb, Clove they a path through the forest so dim, Forward, adventuring, knowing no fears, Honour and praise to the old pioneers.

http://australianpoems.tripod.com/theoldpioneers.html

  John Sandes

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foto forest gate on south arm road out of bellingen nsw

It is not so much for its beauty 
that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, 
as for that subtle something, 
that quality of air that emanation from old trees, 
that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. 
~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~

Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

“Life, Flesh and Blood: Amphibians,” (p.185), Simon & Schuster, NY, NY, 1959 Hal Borland (1900-1978) – The Enduring Pattern,

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Humans are amphibians – half spirit and half animal. As spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time.
C. S. Lewis

Pray to God for mercy until the last shovelful of earth is cast upon thy grave.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/jud/pol/pol37.htm

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A Native American Prayer O’ Great Spirit,
Who’s voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life, life to all the world, hear me!
I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every rock and leaf.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy which is myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So, when life fades as the falling sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

http://www.ahastories.com/NativeAmericanQuotes.htm