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Good Word of the Day // A New Poem

Yesterday I  Was In Love

It was perfect.

and I, perfectly In love.

Staring at this empty floor I am suddenly pulled back into my state of yesterday.

Is that available today?

Can we repeat such loveliness?

I was In love with…
…My boots.
…Nature’s Jukebox of breeze and bloom, sun rays and midnight rain.
…A meal that was enough.
…And Eyes that allowed me to see my child as my teacher.

Where do I begin today?

Just begin.
Again.
In love.

Final GTB

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Good Word of the Day / The Guest House by Rumi

The Guest House by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Final GTB

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The River

The River

///// Ashton Gustafson /////

This is it.

This is as good as it gets.

There is Something happening here, now, and among us.

It’s a River with no beginning and no end. An endless Stream of Love
flowing over a Riverbed of Mystery.

I’m not moving the River. It’s held, banked, supplied, and moved by Another.

But, I am invited to step in and participate.

There’s only so much of me and my form. But there is so much of me and
my formlessness. The River echoes this.

Who I am and who I always will be is whispered in the wind against my
skin as I move in flow with the River.

 

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A Poem for your Friday

Available

At hand and among you – tangible and touchable.

An invitation – near and knowable.

Streams unveil that ease is My pace.

Gladdening light, My soil and vase.

“Like this.” “Like this.” “Like this.” “Like this.”

Fire, flowers, and flow insists.

Smile speaks Me.

“Beauty” mirrors Me.

“I Am”.

Are you?

 

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