"Pure and Simple"

~The

Pure and Simple

Truth

is Rarely Pure

and

Never

Simple.

~Oscar Wilde 

~Beannaichte'

23 August, 2013

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"Fully Alive"

~The 
Fully Human person 

is in deep and meaningful contact

with the world outside of him.

He not only listens to himself,

but to the voices of his world.

The breadth of his own individual experience

is infinitely multiplied through a

sensitive empathy with others.

He suffers with the suffering,

 rejoices with the joyful

He is born again

in every Springtime,

feels the impact of the great Mysteries

of Life:

Birth, Growth, Love, Suffering,

 Death. 

His Heart skips along 

with the "young lovers,"

and he knows something of the exhilaration

that is in them.

He also knows the ghetto's philosophy

of despair,

the Loneliness of Suffering 

without relief,

and the Bell Never Tolls

without tolling 

in some strange way

for him.

~Unknown 

20 August, 2013

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TWENTIETH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

TWENTIETH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

"Mending the Mind"

             

              Two monks were walking by a river at daybreak in the early Spring.  Swollen with melted snow, the river coursed above its banks, immersing the local footbridge, the only crossing for miles in either direction, under two feet of water.  A young woman in a silk dress stood by the riverbank, terrified by the rushing water.  Seeing the monks she flashed them a look of pleading.  Without a word, the first monk scooped her up into his arms, held her aloft as he struggled across the submerged bridge, and set her down on the far bank.  The two monks then continued walking in silence until sunset, when the vows of their order allowed them to speak.
              "How could you have picked up that woman?" sputtered the second monk, his eyes blazing with anger.  "You know very well that we are prohibited from even thinking about women, let alone touching them.  You sullied your honour. You are a disgrace to the whole order."  He shook his fist at his companion.
              "Venerable brother," said the first monk, "I put the woman down on the other side of the river at sunrise.  It is you who have been carrying her around all day."

~Zen Teaching  

15 August, 2013

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NINETEENTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

NINETEENTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR | Sacred Space

"A Thin Line"

~True Quiet

means keeping still 

when the time has come to Keep Still,

and Going Forward

when the time has come to go forward.

In this Way,

Rest and Movement

are in Agreement with the demands of Time,

and then there is

Light in Life.

~I Ching:

The Book of Changes;

translated by Cary F. Baynes 

~The Razor's Edge,

The Bull's Eye,

A Thin Line,

A Small Dot.

~Beannaichte'

2 August, 2013

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