When we do not search for meaning in the words
And listen to them like music
When we do not search for form in the words
And read them like an artwork
We might discover
What is hidden
Beyond and close
Outer and inner
Omnipresent
Rapturing
Silence …
When I believe the thought
“I am not good enough”
When this belief
becomes my norm
When this norm
leads my behavior:
I murder you
so I feel good
I do bigger, more, bigger, more, bigger, more, more than you
So I feel good
and I do not care
if you feel good
The human species will vanish from this planet in the end
Even the sun will die
Till then,
“I am not good enough” rules
and murders, rapes, violates, tortures,
almost
every living being
and its own species
We can never know what will happen
We can take steps ourselves
Now …
And let Compassion, Care, Tenderness, Love, and Truth
rule our inner world
until our end of time …
When we take the hand
of another human being
and feed her when she is hungry
comfort him when he is sad
When we take the hand
of another human being
and pray with her the prayers
hold him in our arms
When we take the hand
of ourselves
and love the hand that holds us
and feel equality caress us
We know the hand
we know the need
we know the prayer
we know it all …
When you agree with me
I call you: friend
When you do not agree with me
I call you: enemy
I embrace my friend
I bomb the enemy
And suddenly you realize
when time has come
that you only bomb
what you have not
embraced in you
There is no friend
there is no enemy
It’s only you
embracing
all and everything
in the end …
What can you do
to comfort me
Do not weep with me
Do not pity me
Do not judge
Do not talk
Just sit with me
Just be still
Just be present
Just hold me
Be the space
Be the silence
Be awareness
Just be Love …
Blessed
be she
who comes
in the name of
That which has no name
Blessed
be she
who lives
out of the name of
That which has no name
Bessed
be she
who shares
out of the name of
That which has no name
Blessed
be she
who Is
in the name of
That which has no name …
The space
where I find home
I share with
dogs, a cat, the birds,
the insects and the trees,
the mice and all the hedgehocks
the plants and what’s unseen
beneath the surface
This space
does not belong to me alone
No borders for the mice
or traffic rules for birds
We share this space
and find our homes in it
I share the space
with humans
who feel that they are lost
It’s good to know
that home
is only
space …
When surrender calls
and you answer her calling
then there is the endless falling
into the silent arms
of the Beloved …
She will cradle you
and whisper:
“You are Me” …
Praying is discovering and seeing, in ourselves, that we are light, innocence, peace. Prayer mirrors to us that we are innocent, fragile, little, helpless. It enables us to connect with the innocence in ourselves, the fragility, the littleness, the helplessness. When we pray we briefly allow ourselves to kneel down, to be still, to be emptiness in the presence of the light that we are. When we pray we connect with our possibility to give and to receive.
The secret of praying is so small that it is so big. It is everything that is born in you, all the time. And sometimes it helps us to see that. Dear child, you are the Child and God and Love and Light and Truth, for ever … Amen …
There is comfort
in knowing
I can be missed
There is comfort
in knowing
I can not be missed
There is comfort
in knowing
that being missed
and not being missed
are the same …
Wonderwalk 