It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air.
Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared. All at once I felt left behind.
"Why did you grow wings without me?" I mourned. Then my spirit said,
"The falcon’s way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird."
So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong.
Why did I feel so cold and alone?
"You grew wings without me," my heart said. "What good is freedom without love?" So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby.
He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth.
I was free and loving, but still something was wrong. "You grew wings without me," my body said. "Your flights are only imagination."
So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew.
In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body.
"As if carried aloft by a great eagle," Saint Teresa said, "my ecstacy lifted me into the air."
I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn’t feel left behind.
I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home:
When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.
I wanted to change the world, so I got up one morning and looked in the mirror.
That one looking back said: "There is not much time left.
The earth is wracked with pain.
Children are starving.
Nations remain divided by mistrust and hatred.
Everywhere the air and water have been fouled almost beyond help.
Do something!"
That one in the mirror felt very angry and desperate.
Everything looked like a mess, a tragedy, a disaster. I decided he must be right. Didn't I feel terrible about these things, too, just like him?
The planet was being used up and thrown away.
Imagining earthly life just one generation from now made me feel panicky.
It was not hard to find the good people who wanted to solve the earth's problems.
As I listened to their solutions, I thought, There is so much good will here, so much concern.
At night before going to bed, that one in the mirror looked back at me seriously, Now we'll get somewhere, he declared. If everybody does their part.
But everybody didn't do their part.
Some did, but were they stopping the tide? Were pain, starvation, hatred, and pollution about to be solved? Wishing wouldn't make it so - I knew that. When I woke up the next morning, that one in the mirror looked confused.
Maybe it's hopeless, he whispered... Then a sly look came into his eyes, and he shrugged. At least we are doing all right.
I felt strange when he said that. There was something very wrong here. A faint suspicion came to me, one that had never dawned so clearly before.
What if that one in the mirror isn't me? He feels separate. He sees problems - out there - to be solved. Maybe they will be, maybe they won't. He'll get along.
But I don't feel that way - those problems aren't out there, not really. I feel them inside me.
A child crying in Ethiopia, a sea gull struggling pathetically in an oil spill, a mountain gorilla being mercilessly hunted, a teenage soldier trembling with terror when he hears the planes fly over.
Aren't these happening in me when I see and hear about them?
The next time I looked in the mirror, that one looking back had started to fade. It was only an image after all. It showed me a solitary person enclosed in a neat package of skin and bones.
"Did I once think you were me?" I began to wonder. I am not so separate and afraid.
The pain of life touches me, but the joy of life is so much stronger.
And it alone will heal.
Life is the healer of life, and the most I can do for the earth is to be its loving child.
That one in the mirror winced and squirmed. He hadn't thought so much about love. Seeing problems was much easier, because love means complete self-honesty.
Ouch!
Oh, friend, I whispered to him, do you think anything can solve problems without love?
That one in the mirror wasn't sure.
Being alone for so long, not trusting others and being trusted by others, it tended to detach itself from the reality of life.
"Is love more real than pain?" he asked.
"I can't promise that it is. But it might be. Let's discover", I said. I touched the mirror with a grin.
"Let's not be alone again. Will you be my partner? I hear a dance starting up. Come".
That one in the mirror smiled shyly. He was realizing we could be best friends. We could be more peaceful, more loving, more honest with each other every day.
"Would that change the world?"
I think it will, because Mother Earth wants us to be happy and to love her as we tend her needs.
She needs fearless people on her side, whose courage comes from being part of her,
like a baby who is brave enough to walk because Mother is holding out her arms to catch him.
When that one in the mirror is full of love for me and for him, there is no room for fear.
When we were afraid and panicky we stopped loving this life of ours and this earth.
We disconnected.
Yet how can anybody rush to help the earth if they feel disconnected?
Perhaps the earth is telling us what she wants, and by not listening, we fall back on our own fear and panic.
One thing I know:
I never feel alone when I am earth's child. I do not have to cling to my personal survival as long as I realize, day by day, that all of life is in me.
The children and their pain; the children and their joy. The ocean swelling under the sun; the ocean weeping with black oil.
The animals hunted in fear; the animals bursting with the sheer joy of being alive.
This sense of - the world in me - is how I always want to feel.
That one in the mirror has his doubts sometimes. So I am tender with him. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper,
Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.
*~Carpe Momentum~*
Who I'd like to meet:
Who am I?
Who are you?
Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
What's it all about?
Do you have the answers?
Immortality's my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don't know it now
It's a shame
Are you listening?
This body of mine
Is a flux of energy
In the river of time
Eons pass, ages come and go
I appear and disappear
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
I am the particle
I am the wave
Whirling at lightning speed
I am the fluctuation
That takes the lead
I am the Prince
I am the Knave
I am the doing
That is the deed
I am the galaxy, the void of space
In the Milky Way
I am the craze
I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought
I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought
I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm
I am the phenomenon, the field, the form
I am the desert, the ocean, the sky
I am the Primeval Self
In you and I
Pure unbounded consciousness
Truth, existence, Bliss am I
In infinite expressions I come and go
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
But immortality's my game
Eons pass
Deep inside
I remain
Ever the same
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
Join me in my dance
Please join me now
If you forget yourself
You'll never know how
This game is played
In the ocean bed of Eternity
Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don't think, don't hesitate
Curving back within yourself
Just create...just create
Immortality's my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I'm sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don't know it now
It's a shame
Are you listening?
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort ... without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
In every change that you experience in life, there will be times when you'll wonder if you can endure. But you'll learn that facing each difficulty one by one isn't so hard. It's when you don't deal with a situation that it sometimes comes back to confront you again. Changes are sometimes very painful, but they teach us that we can endure and that we can become stronger. Everything that comes into your life has a purpose, but the outcome is in your hands by the action you take. Be wise with your life, be willing to endure, and always be willing to face life's challenges
When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But, it too, seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed my self first, then by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.
Therefore,
as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness,
humility, meekness, longsuffering, bearing with one another, and
forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even
as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things
put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God
rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be
thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom,
teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual
songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. Thess 3;12-16
God Bless you to overflowing today and always in Jesus name I praye, Amen, peace, joy, and love to you and yours sister jewel
Angels, we love the dancing stick man you use as your profile picture, and we love your philosophical positivity. Very blessed to meet you, thank you for the request
Just wanted to let you know I have posted a blog in which fans can leave their condolences for Michael's family. I will be printing them out and forwarding them to the family within the next few weeks.
When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But, it too, seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed my self first, then by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.