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I call the dark and heavy aspects of my being SOUL

I call the high and light aspects of my being SPIRIT and the dark and heavy aspects SOUL. Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there.

The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul. Spirit is a land of high, white peaks and glittering jewel-like lakes and flowers.

Life is sparse and sounds travel great distances. There is soul music, soul food, and soul love.  

People need to climb the mountain not simply because it is there, but because the soulful divinity needs to be mated with the spirit.

~ Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama

There is a force at work in the universe that guides all things

There is a force at work in the universe that guides all things. To imitate this force is called "falling in line with the Way of Heaven." It is the way of this force to yield. It is the way of this force to endure. Holding fast to the "Way," all things are accomplished by this force. The force does not strive, yet all things obey it. Mystery of mysteries, this force is the Mother of all things; mystery of mysteries, those who know it know the Eternal.

~ Laotse, found in THE SPIRITUAL ATHLETE edited by Ray Berry

The Great Mystery

The Great Mystery is within ourselves!

Many are avidly seeking, but they alone find who remain in silence... Those who delight in a multitude of words, even though they say admirable things, are empty within. If you love truth, be a lover of silence. Silence like the sunlight will illuminate you in God and will deliver you from the phantoms of ignorance. Silence will unite your soul to God.

~ Isaac of Nineveh

Our soul is here to perceive past the limitations of our five senses

Our soul is here to perceive past the limitations of our five senses, past the limitation of the world around us.

~ Chris Griscom

It's not my hands that make the pot, it's my spirit

Kay and I went to Walpi, maybe the oldest continuous inhabited village on the continent... Near a stole altar lives an ancient great-grandmother, over a hundred years old, some say. She asked us to come in. Her hands are arthritic but she is a working potter. She not only throws the pots, but paints them afterward. I asked her how she manages to do it, since her knuckles are knotted by arthritis and she is nearly blind with cataracts.

She said, "It's not my hands that make the pot, it's my spirit. My hands are broken by my potteries hold my soul, and that's whole."

~ from THE THEFT OF THE SPIRIT by Carl A. Hammerschlag

October 1995 (Vol. VIII, No. 9)

BLESSINGS be with you, friends! As we become friends with the Silence, we will begin to hear as loudly as any outer voice our own spirit calling us to soul-making, to that deep inner space seeking to be in complete harmony with the universe.

May the Silence in your life

May the Silence in your life bring forth bountiful fruits of love, peace and beauty...
~ Unknown

May the stars carry your sadness away

May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.

~ Chief Dan George with thanks to Susan Bower
My Spirit Soars
By Dan George

All around me was the flow of life

I gazed across the swamp, its beauty overwhelming. I prayed for guidance, then slipped deep into the realm of silence, still not sure as to where I was going or what I was searching for. It did not take too long to reach deep into the quietude of the sacred silence, and in a flash of clarity all body and mind were gone. I emerged into the dazzling brilliance of the swamp in full light. In my imagination the swamp took on a new feel, a feel that reached into the consciousness of my very soul, purifying and healing. All around me was the flow of life ... green carpets of moss, tranquil pools full of frogs and fish, choruses and movements of all manner of birds, other animals dancing to the rhythm of the Earth, and a sense of beauty the like of which I had never experienced before.

~ from THE JOURNEY by Tom Brown, Jr.

I am the breeze that nourishes all things green

I am the breeze that nourishes all things green
I encourage blossoms to flourish with
ripening fruits ...
I am the yearning for good.

~ Hildegard of Bingen
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