Everything   you see has  roots in the unseen  world,

the forms  may  change yet the essence remains the same.

Every  wondrous site will  vanish and every sweet

word will fade,  but do not be  disheartened.

THe  source they   come from  is eternal…

growing, branching  out,    giving  new life  and  new  joy.

Why do  you weep?

The source is  within  you  as well…




This post today is   inspired   by a   Mr.  20/20   and  the  “I  AM”  (  consciousness).  Thank  you   TT  for all  you  have  done for me and for others  as  well!

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For the time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.   ~WB


“to  be  rooted

is  perhaps  the   most important

and least  recognized

need  of the  human soul.”

~  Simone  Weil

One   of  my  favorite  Neville  lectures.


Excerpt: “You may think that was not right, but who is to say what is right and what is wrong? There are only two things that displease God. One is eating of the tree of knowledge of good and evil by judging what is right and what is wrong, and the other is the lack of faith in yourself!”  ~NG

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This is a poem from Rumi, the Sufi mystic. Also in the Risking Everything book.

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

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Love coming back to Rumi for a quick word “pick me up.” 🙂

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I post poems here as much for myself as for others.


passion pray. With
passion work. With passion make love.

With passion eat and drink and dance and play.

Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean

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grace here~ Rumi

Love  Rumi. ~ KMK

“Drain out your desire, until the cup carries grace.

There is no one looking back. Look only here.”