meditation on a fait accompli

fait accompli \fay-tah-kom-PLEE; fet-ah-\, noun;plural faits accomplis \same or -PLEEZ\: An accomplished and presumably irreversible deed or fact.

Fait accompli comes from the French, literally meaning "accomplished fact": fait, from Latin factum, "a thing done," from factus, past participle of facere, "to make or do" + accompli, past participle of accomplir, from Latin ad- + complere, "to fill up, to complete," from com- + plere, "to fill."

Are there any really?

Namaste

So many souls
Today will pause
To reflect
On the 364 unbirthdays and the one birthday
That makes up their personal year

I see no point in being detailed
Simple is my focus
Anyday

to love, to love, to love

12.31.06

Dances of Universal Peace: Letter from Mira

Dear Ones,

Many warm blessings during the holy nights and the upcoming Epiphany, the emerging of the light from the core of the earth, spilling up and over upon the earth's surface and all her inhabitants.

May we all be enriched by the upcoming seeds we choose to plant individuallyand together.May we all be touched by Samuel Lewis' words below:

and Hu Haqq to all!

To the Life we plant and cultivate,

Mira

Now the way of the Sufis is to lull the devil to sleep rather than rouse himto wakefulness because of opposition. So there are just two modes of action:either opposition to unrighteousness or cultivation of righteousness.

Opposition to unrighteousness is like pulling weeds from a garden where oneis not so sure they may not grow again. Cultivating righteousness is theimplanting of flowers or trees which will choke out the weeds by themselves.

As opposition to unrighteousness sometimes leads to self righteousness, the cultivating of the heart qualities is often the superior way, and the path of the saint is generally preferable to that of the prophet or master.

Murshid Samuel L. Lewis
The Book of Peace


P.S Oh to dance is to pray is to love is to be the light that we are. Deborah

Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going.
No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by it's seriousness.
Give me your hand.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
The Book of a Monastic Life
Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

morning meditation to a beloved

Beloved,

from a dream
I can't remember
do I wake
pondering and knowing
I would drink in
the scent of your skin
were you near
were you here
before the day begins
before we set
about to tasks
we lovingly will begin or complete
tasks both sacred and mundane

for we have loved
one another
before all else
setting the tone
lighting the stage
for a dance
an adventure
without why and therefore
all things possible is our guide
and our deep minds speak well to each other
and our hearts practice silence
that god and goddess keep company with us
another day, another night


I wake overflowing
with a desire to love, to love, to love
to love all that crosses my path
to cherish those that meet my gaze

let me pour myself like honey
into your open mouth
and i will caress you
from the inside out


a good theme for any day

When someone else says it well

Dawn creeps in
crystal clear
intrepid
yet
calm

endings
become
beginnings

savor this juncture
for the road ahead
is long
and arduous

but in this moment
all things
are possible

'97 Judy Anne

Solstice

deep in the forest
the liqueur in trees slows
the ground blanketed with pine needles gently throbs
birds though still declaring joy
their last choruses buoy my heart
darkness need not chill me
winter light insulates me on grey mornings
the slice of light seeks always the soul
a soul in contemplation
a soul in silence
a soul in chaos
a soul in love
a soul open

committed to being lived through

Full Moon Meditation

My deepest place of center is resisting sleep
Pushing away the very notion of rest
I howl at she who would have me for her lover this night
And cast aside anything that comes between the light of she and my skin
And through the veil of fog
Still she glows the white of fresh fallen snow
With watery edges that caress a soul into song
Eclipsing my concerns
That the timbre of my voice not please her
That the curve of my breast bone not invite her
To plunge into my heart space
Consume all that I am
Leaving me as whole as I have ever felt
Since last she was full before me

oh what inspires me this instant?

INTENTION
Live with intention.
Walk to the edge.
Continue to learn.
Play with abandon.
Choose with no regret.
LAUGH.
Do what you love.
Live as if this is all there is.

m.a. hershey

The Work of Byron Katie

Four Questions
1. Is it true?
2. Can you absolutely know that it's true?
3. How do you react when you believe that thought?
4. Who would you be without the thought?

And remember to turn it around.

For it always comes back to...