I love that the Earth has given me a place to live
I love that nature provides without wanting
I love that my life can be used as an instrument of change
I love that the wind decides my next destination
I love this journey
Photo Credit: AlMustashriqa
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(Source: eyepoetry)
I am not with the capable, nor the exemplary
I am with my brothers, who like me are destitute,
morally exhausted
sick of it all, our own mediocrity
and the endless treadmill of anxiety
of how we appear.
To dismiss us would be a loss.
Under this mud of anonymity lies a secret
that permits all things to stand out
and all things are magnificent,
delightful,
intoxicating.
- Shaykh Ebrahim Schuitema
Painting and image property of Susan Cornelis
(Source: eyepoetry)
Life is a symphony, and the action of every person in this life is the playing of his particular part in the music.
The further we advance, the more difficult and the more important becomes our part in the symphony of life; and the more conscious we are of its responsibility, the more efficient we become in accomplishing our task.
Once a soul has awakened to the continual music of life, that soul considers it as his responsibility, his duty, to play his part in the outer life, even if it be contrary to his inner condition at the moment.
Sound is the sign of life; in the temples of gods and goddesses, in Hindu churches, bells ringing show life even in the silence.
So many mountains before me. Waiting in the distance to be conquered. Such excitement in my soul in anticipation of reaching the summit. After all, in the act of moving mountains one is able to see what we’re really made of.
However, along the path there are many wise trees that guide us with their wisdom and knowledge. We must listen and meditate on their whispers. In their silence, they teach us that once reaching the mountain, the skill is learning to be lead with our hearts rather than our head.
As we journey through the terrain and sit with the trees we also encounter the weeds. The weeds are the thorns in our lives that need to be tamed in order to move mountains with ease. To go with the flow.
The freshness of each new day reveals a new painting. That’s the beauty of life. Nature teaches us to be artists of life. Each day is an opportunity to invent our authentic selves. To honour our soul’s contract. To see ourselves as directors, writing the script in our own play.
In so doing, we choose which characters we want and those we don’t.
With this vision, the mountain doesn’t seem so big after all. In the end, we learn that in the process of reaching the mountain, life was preparing us for the obstacles ahead.
Divine Lights, Big City
It’s the middle of the night. You awaken. Something has forced you from your peaceful sleep. The energy intensifies while stumbling to the bathroom. Ahh, how nice it feels pouring hot water on your face. Suddenly, a rush of energy comes over you. Still unaware of what was the impetus to force you to rise, you slowly start to open your eyes. And there it is.
Wandering out of your bathroom and into your living room, you see it. You hear it. You feel it. With humility in your heart, you lower to the ground, and stare. How beautiful. Can you hear what he is saying? No. The faintness of the wind’s whisper requires a soul translation.
As the revelation becomes clear, tears roll down your eyes. Knowing that the morning’s dew allowed the first to be you. Or perhaps it’s just that you’re the only one that answered the call. So what was it?
It was the full moon. Before leaving it wanted to spend time with you. To tell you, that it loved you.
Eye Poetry is a site dedicated to the remembrance of the Divine.
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