She let go...

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. she let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the 'right' reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn't ask anyone for advice. She didn't read a book on how to let go... She didn't search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all the memories that held her back. She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of all the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn't promise to let go. She didn't journal about it. She didn't write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn't check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.

She didn't analyze whether she should let go. She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn't call the prayer line. She didn't utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light 

breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

~ Rev. Safire Rose

Traveler: The KingDom Of Heaven Is Within Me

Traveler,

From whence do you come?

And where do you go?

The moon has set,

But the sun has not yet risen.

In the chaos of darkness before the dawn

Seeking the light,

I advance

To dispel the dark clouds from my mind

To find a great tree unbowed by the tempest

I emerge from the Earth.

- Daisaku Ikeda

All Return Again -Ralph Waldo Emerson

it is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little

from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new strange disguised. Jesus is not dead: He is very well alive: nor John, nor Paul, nor Mohamet, nor Aristotle: at time we believe we seen them all, and could easily tell the names under which they go.

‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ by Pablo Neruda

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be. 

Howling for wolfs Photo shared by Linda Manchuria

Faith come more often. My thoughts my

key, My words my key, my deeds my key. Tireless traveler, ageless and infinite. Time stands still before me.  Patiently watching the world around me without judgement.

 I dress myself in the night knowing that I bathe in the

in the light. In the darkest day I can see the light within me.  Nourish me with your unconditional love. Nourish me with your with your honesty. Beauty rare and hard to find

I see you. Peace inner peace is all I seek. Peace inner peace is all I found here in this place called earth. I am that I am Wolf.  And so it is. Amen

POLAND's 1996 Nobel peace prize winner Poet Wislawa Szymborska dies at 88 today...

Newageofactivism.com: Take a break you deserve it@Wislwa Szymborska. You seem to LOVE earth very much. Earth LOVES you. We will be seeing you shortly.#FORCEOFNATURE

INTO THE ARK

An endless rain is just beginning.

Into the ark, for where else can you go:

you poems for a single voice,

private exultations,

unnecessary talents,

surplus curiosity,

short-range sorrows and fears,

eagerness to see things from all sides.

Rivers are swelling and bursting their banks.

Into the ark: all you chiaroscuros and halftones,

you details, ornaments, and whims,

silly exceptions,

forgotten signs,

countless shades of the color gray,

play for play's sake,

and tears of mirth.

As far as the eye can see, there's water

and a hazy horizon.

Into the ark: plans for the distant future,

joy in difference,

admiration for the better man,

choice not narrowed down to one of two,

outworn scruples,

time to think it over,

and the belief that all of this

will still come in handy some day.

For the sake of the children

that we still are,

fairy tales have happy endings.

That's the only finale that will do here, too.

The rain will stop,

the waves will subside,

the clouds will part

in the cleared-up sky,

and they'll be once more

what clouds overhead ought to be:

lofty and rather lighthearted

in their likeness to things

drying in the sun —

isles of bliss,

lambs,

cauliflowers,

diapers.

Our Deepest fear by Marienne Williamson

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”