If I were to except the offered invitations of each day, how could I moan and groan in dismay? like a child at play, Yeshua, in LOVE show me the way.
A soft gentle wisp,
sends the moisture
from the cloud,
a delicate kiss.
I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with
his own perfume.
The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of
the south.
I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what
I do not seek.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.
The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.
I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.
—Rabindranath Tagore
(THE GARDENER)
Everything in Life is borrowed…
Even Life itself.
One day WE will return to GOD what is HIS.
I have come too realize that LOVE is OUR only truly permanent possession.
Yet even that is a paradox…
For the more WE give it (LOVE) away to GOD and Mankind the more WE receive it (LOVE) in return.
Religion is more concerned with, and preoccupied by, what WE are NOT to do-where as “True religion” is more concerned with, and occupied by what WE are to DO.
May 15th 1985
To look ahead to look behind, the past and present are inexplicably combined.
Life in half, life in whole, the middle is the part in which I now play my role.
Made sublimely alive..
Oh how Divinely I arrived.
“It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life—daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.”
— Viktor E. Frankl (Man’s Search for Meaning)
I am astounded at the sheer Wisdom and Truth of these profound words…I must read this book.
Tomorrow I will be 27 years of age…
I have come to the understanding, (at least for me) that it is not as much time that holds us, but we who attempt to hold time…It is ever eluding, ever fleeting.