Sacred Sunday - Where does the time go.

21 years ago tonight, I came out of the closet on my 16th Bday.
Although it was scary, I felt safe in telling my parents and still knowing they would love Me.

Lovely day out in the sun. Had dinner at Todai with my Mom. I didn't think I could eat that much sushi... who knew?

Listening for the Weather - Bic Runga



So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere

All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today

And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox
And I'm sure that as I'm writing
You'll be somewhere on your way
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
Yes I'm coming home today

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change

From: ’I Heard God Laughing - Renderings of Hafiz’ - Daniel Ladinsky

What Happens?

What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep.

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint.

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions ~
Like Hafiz.

Azam Ali - Spring Arrives

Climbing Trees and Lightning-bugs

I kidnapped my Mom for a peaceful drive through the mountains to Felton where we had a lovely dinner at Cowboy Diner.
We stopped at Borders on the way home where I picked up a few gems.
I can never read too much Rumi or Hafiz in a sitting... much to feel, take in and process.

From The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky:

Forgiveness Is the Cash

Forgiveness
Is the cash you need.
All the other kinds of silver really buy
just strange things.
Everything has its music.
Everything has genes of God inside.
But learn from those courageous addicted lovers
Of glands and opium and gold -
Look,
They cannot jump high or laugh long
when they are whirling.
And the moon and the stars become sad
when their tender light is used for
night wars.
Forgiveness is part of the treasure you need
to craft your falcon wings
and return
to your true realm of
Divine freedom.


Because of Our Wisdom

In many parts of this world water is
scarce and precious.
People sometimes have to walk
a great distance
then carry heavy jugs upon their
heads.
Because of our wisdom, we will travel
far for love.
All movement is a sign of
thirst.
Most speaking really says,
"Iam hungry to know you."
Every desire of your body is holy;
Every desire of your body is
Holy.
Dear one,
Why wait until you are dying
to discover that divine
truth?

Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your lonliness
so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
as few humans
or even the divine ingrediants can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice
so tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.


From The Rumi Collection:

Search the Darkness

Sit with your friends; don't go back to sleep.
Don't sink like a fish to the bottom of the sea.
Surge like an ocean,
don't scatter yourself like a storm.
Life's waters flow from darkness.
Search the darkness, don't run from it.
Night travelers are full of light,
and you are, too; don't leave this companionship.
Be a wakeful candle in a golden dish,
don't slip into the dirt like quicksilver.
The moon appears for night travelers,
be watchful when the moon is full.
-Translated by Kabir Helminski

Intelligence and Tears

Till the cloud weeps, how should the garden smile?
The weeping of the cloud and the burning of the sun
are the pillars of this world: twist these two strands together.
Since the searing heat of the sun and the moisture of the clouds
keep the world fresh and sweet,
keep the sun of your intelligence burning bright
and your eyes glistning with tears.
-Translated by Kabir Helminski and Camille Helminski

Emptiness

Does anyone write something on a place
that has already been written over,
or plant a sapling where one already grows?
No; he seeks a blank piece of paper
and sows the seed where none has yet been sown.
Sister, be bare earth;
be a clean piece of paper untouched by writing,
that you may be ennobled by the ben of revelation.
so that the Gracious One may sow seed within you.
-Translated by Kabir Helminski and Camille Helminski

Sarah Brightman - Attesa