If Not For You

If not for you,Babe,

I couldn't find the door, Couldn't even see the floor, I'd be sad and blue,If not for you. If not for you,Babe, I'd lay awake all night, Wait for the mornin' light To shine in through, But it would not be new, If not for you.If not for you My sky would fall,Rain would gather too. Without your love I'd be nowhere at all, I'd be lost if not for you, And you know it's true. If not for youMy sky would fall, Rain would gather too. Without your love I'd be nowhere at all, Oh! What would I do If not for you.If not for you, Winter would have no spring, Couldn't hear the robin sing, I just wouldn't have a clue, Anyway it wouldn't ring true,If not for you. Bob Dylan

"Weather Report Suite: Part II (Let It Grow)"

photo by wildflowerworl words by John Barlow music Grateful Dead

"What shall we say, shall we call it by a name

As well to count the angels dancing on a pin

Water bright as the sky from which it came

And the name is on the earth that takes it in

We will not speak but stand inside the rain

And listen to the

thunder shout

I am, I am, I am, I am

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began

Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men

Seasons round,

creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall"

"Weather Report Suite: Part II (Let It Grow)"

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore

Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.

See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea

She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter

She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water.

And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.

Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear.

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field

Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal.

Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again.

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing.

As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing.

That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing.

Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield.

"What shall we say, shall we call it by a name

As well to count the angels dancing on a pin

Water bright as the sky from which it came

And the name is on the earth that takes it in

We will not speak but stand inside the rain And listen to the

thunder shout I am, I am, I am, I am

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began

Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men Seasons round,

creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall"

Prayer Flags

photo by xiaobai60 Thirty spokes are joined

together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that allows the wheel to function. We mold clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that makes the vessel useful. We fashion wood for a house, but it is the emptiness inside that makes it livable. We work with the substantial but the emptiness is what we use. Lao Tzu

 

WAKAN, MANITOU... "Home Transcends All Physical Dwellings..."

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WAKAN, MANITOU...MANIDO

"In every Native American language, there is a word which refers to the mysterious, unknowable power of the universe: a power which, even when it manifests itself in ways that affect human beings, still remains a great mystery. Among the Lakota, that word is wakan, while among Algonquin-speakers, such as my own Abenaki people, it is manitou or manido. When great and powerful things occur which are beyond ordinary human power or understanding, when there are miracles such as the coming of the White Buffalo Woman, they are wakan."

(from: WITH VISIBLE BREATH: Miracles in Native American Traditions by Joseph Bruchac)

"With every breath I walk,

Toward the nation I walk,

With visible breath I walk,

Something holy, something

ancient

Something red I bring...

~ The Song of the

White Buffalo Calf Woman

At Home In The World

By Tracy Cochoran

The Christmas Eve after 9/11 I went with my family to a candlelight service at our local Episcopal church. I listened to the story of the Nativity. How right it seemed that God would appear in a humble setting and not in a cocktail party on the Upper East side of Manhattan. The sanctuary was made dark and the first candles were lit. People sang "Silent Night." As one candle tipped into another, I felt like I was watching the unveiling of a greath truth ~ that God does stand for Love and Peace and all qualities in us that seem too soft for this world. I thought of the cross, of the way the horizontal temporal intersects with the vertical and eternal. As the sanctuary filled with light, I realized that the presence of the highest in the lowest places wasn't a solitary event never to happen again. It was always happening.

I looked over At Alex. She was staring straight ahead. I wondered what she was experiencing. I loved her so much that I started to despair. But then I thought of Gandhi, who once said, "When I despair I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won." All through the horizontal pull that on its own takes us outside of ourselves, the vertical is an ever-present possibility. We can always come home to ourselves, come into alignment ~ body, heart, and mind. "Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony," said Gandhi.

Since the attacks, I'd come to see that our true individuality does not consist in anything that seperates us from others but in our ability to open up and respond to life without fear or self consciousness.. In those moments when we are completely integrated and grounded, we can become a gateway for the divine. In the months after 9/11, I had taken to cooking, to lighting candles. Instinctively, I was returning to a role that woman have filled since the dawn of time, keeping the home fires burning. Intuitively, I knew that sharing meals is eternal and enduring, and that the softest things ~ love, the smell of banana bread ~ overcome the hardest. Now I realized that by these ordinary acts of nurturance, of connection, we can become a channel for the hightest vertical and horizontal in balance. I thought back to the day I took Alex to see a former president. I'd had the feeling I was taking her to the inner ring of the tribal fire, to see sombeody who I imagined had been transformed by his extraordinary experience to become a channel that could transmit to the rest of us a sense of greater possibility. I'd wanted her to make her home in the big world. Now I realized that every time we're fully present and respond to life fully, without thought or reservation, when we are at home in ourselves, baking banana bread, acting out all the ordinary little acts of our horizontal lives, we come home to our true selves, a channel for the higher.

"Home is where the Heart is..."

it's just me cb

The Brain Is Wider Than the Sky

The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain with ease —and You—beside—Emily Dickinson

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Carter Heyward: Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies.

Elie Wiesel: The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

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The Mystery

The Mystery

Van Morrison

Let go into the mystery

Let yourself go

You've got to open up your heart

That's all I know

Trust what I say and do what you're told Baby,

and all your dirt will turn into gold

Let go into the mystery

Let yourself go

And when you open up your heart

You get everything you need

Baby there's a way and a mystic road

You've got to have some faith

To carry on

You've got to open up your heart

To the sun

You know he's looking out for you'

Cause he's the one

Let go into the mystery

Let yourself go

There is no other place to be

Baby this I know

You've got to dance and sing

And be alive in the mystery

And be joyous and give thanks

And let yourself go

I saw the light of ancient Greece

Towards the OneI saw us standing within reach

Of the sunLet go into the mystery of life

Let go into the mystery

Let go into the mystery

Let yourself go

You've got to open up your arms

To the sun

You know you've got so many charms

It's just begun

Trust what I say and do

What you're told

And surely all your dirt will turn into gold