Flowers
Posted: January 9, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, exercise, flowers, free range, freshly pressed, friends, happiness, health, hope, life, Linda Pastan, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, pilates, Poetry, running, yoga 4 Comments…
The deep strangeness
of flowers in winter—
the orange of clivia,
or this creamy white rose
in its stoneware
vase, while outside
another white
like petals drifting down.
Is it real?
a visitor asks,
meaning the odd magenta
orchid on our sill
unnatural
as makeup on a child.
It’s freezing all around us—
salt cold on the lips,
the flinty blacks and grays
of January in any northern city,
and flowers
everywhere:
in the supermarket
by cans of juice,
filling the heated stalls
near the river—
secular lilies engorged
with scent,
notched tulips, crimson
and pink, ablaze
in the icy
corridors of winter.
Good – Night
Posted: January 2, 2014 Filed under: Random Workout, Yoga | Tags: Arts, blogging, Book, compassion, fitness, free range, freshly pressed, happiness, health, kindness, life, Literature, love, motivation, musings, Omaha, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Poetry, Romanticism, yoga 4 Comments…
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood—
Then it will be—good night.
To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.
The Meeting
Posted: December 19, 2013 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: American, art, blogging, christmas, compassion, family, free range, freshly pressed, friends, happiness, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, holidays, kindness, life, Literature, love, meditation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, passion, perspective, Poetry, simplicity, World Literature, writing, yoga 5 Comments…
After so long an absence
At last we meet again:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the Prophet’s two or three berries
In the top of the uttermost bough.
We cordially greet each other
In the old, familiar tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!
We speak of a Merry Christmas
And many a Happy New Year
But each in his heart is thinking
Of those that are not here.
We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.
And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests.
Love After Love
Posted: December 12, 2013 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: Arts, blogging, compassion, Derek Walcott, fitness, free range, freshly pressed, friends, happiness, health, hope, kindness, life, Literature, love, Love After Love (poem), meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, passion, perspective, pilates, Poetry, Prose, relationships, Romance, simplicity, writing, yoga 15 Comments…
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Nobody Can
Posted: December 5, 2013 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, Consciousness, Consciousness Studies, cycling, exercise, family, fear, fitness, freshly pressed, happiness, health, hope, life, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, Osho, passion, perspective, philosophy, pilates, Poetry, Prose, trail running, whole foods, writing, yoga 5 Comments…
Say anything about you. Whatsoever people say is about themselves. But you become very shaky, because you are still clinging to a false center. That false center depends on others, so you are always looking to what people are saying about you. And you are always following other people, you are always trying to satisfy them. You are always trying to be respectable, you are always trying to decorate your ego. This is suicidal. Rather than being disturbed by what others say, you should start looking inside yourself …
Whenever you are self-conscious you are simply showing that you are not conscious of the self at all. You don’t know who you are. If you had known, then there would have been no problem— then you are not seeking opinions. Then you are not worried what others say about you— it is irrelevant!
When you are self-conscious you are in trouble. When you are self-conscious you are really showing symptoms that you don’t know who you are. Your very self-consciousness indicates that you have not come home yet.
–Osho
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