1376. Outside the open window the morning air is all awash with angels. ~Richard Wilbur

open your eyes
to the beauty around you,
open your mind
to the wonders of life,
open your heart
to those who love you,
and always
be true to yourself.
~Maya Angelou

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May the touch of your skin
Register the beauty
Of the otherness
That surrounds you.

May your listening be attuned
To the deeper silence
Where sound is honed
To bring distance home.

May the fragrance
Of a breathing meadow
Refresh your heart
And remind you you are
A child of the earth.

And when you partake
Of food and drink,
May your taste quicken
To the gift and sweetness
That flows from the earth.

May your inner eye
See through the surfaces
And glean the real presence
Of everything that meets you.

May your soul beautify
The desire of your eyes
That you might glimpse
The infinity that hides
In the simple sights
That seem worn
To your usual eyes.

The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light. ~Matthew 6:22 ✝

**Images via Pinterest; collage by Natalie

. . . the present moment of innocent bliss.

purpleraysblog's avatarPurplerays

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“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake,
I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still,
the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . .
All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life
slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child
that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.”

~ Celia Thaxter

Image “Calla lilies” by Red Zena
Text & image source: ॐ Nature Heals, Nature Reveals ॐ https://web.facebook.com/%E0%A5%90-Nature-Heals-Nature-Reveals-%E0%A5%90-729612107082182/

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L’enfant sauvage

TheFeatheredSleep's avatarTheFeatheredSleep

CruciformLast night I felt fire

inhabited my chest

my breasts burned as if they had caught a heavy sickness

I tore my clothes off and feeling the tile beneath my feet I stood

feeling prickling across my hot skin

watching the electric storm rake dark sky

wondering my part in anything if at all

or why

some days we feel such clamouring disturbance

deep in ourselves as if someone else

is trying to get out or some displacement, some wrong

as yet unfound pulls our string

what is the mix of this temperament and how

do we stay still when everything is at once uneasy and fraught

an inner lament bound with wire

the hairs on my arms standing up

watching time spin over head

I couldn’t concentrate or think

it was as if all higher function were lost

returning me to who I was

in instinct

crouching naked beneath…

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When the heart opens,

purpleraysblog's avatarPurplerays

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“When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in:
this world, and also the invisible world of meaning
that sustains everything that was and ever shall be.”

~ Roger Housden

~ Image “Unfolding” by Mary Anne Byrne
Photo source: The Garden of Pensiveness https://web.facebook.com/The-Garden-Of-Pensiveness-367268523352486/
Text source: AZ Quotes http://www.azquotes.com/author/70661-Roger_Housden

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