WISE WORDS:
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Last update 9/11/2007
Love and Acceptance ..........
Compassion ......
Stillness......
Sweet Obsessions ..........
Taiji Peace ..........
Tranququil Moments......
Awareness .......
So long as little children are.......
Gift of Life.....
The ultimate truth......
A Poem dedicated to Dayan Qigong......
I am certain of nothing...
Slow Dance....
"There is nothing that cannot be redeemed when it is washed with the sanctity of love and acceptance".
From Cygnus Review
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Compassion:
One who bears no hatred?
Who is a compassionate friend to all creatures?
Who is not possessive or selfish,
Equal in happiness and distress, and forgiving-
This devotee of mine is dear to me.
From The Illustrated Bhagavad-Gita
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Stillness
A small movement is better than a big movement,
No movement is better than a small movement,
Stillness is the mother of all movements.
Author not known
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Sweet Obsessions - Tranquil Fishing Memories:
How I love my fishing sessions, in the sunshine or the rain. All that feeds my sweet obsessions take away from me all pain. The entire lovely coloured flora, beautiful beyond compare. Gentle ways of the entire flora while sweet bird-song fills the air. Fascinated by all movements, water-rings and burbling, things that make the happy moments, its no wonder my heart sing. All around me are my riches...nature's ever-changing scenes. All I hear and see bewitches, far beyond my wildest dreams. My obsessions are in living; silver nights and golden days. Sweetness comes to me from giving thanks for gifts that come my way.
By William Whiting-Hertfordshire UK
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Taiji Peace:
Deep peace of the Running Wave to you. Deep peace of the Flowing Air to you. Deep peace of the Quiet Earth to you. Deep peace of the Shining Stars to you. Deep peace of Taiji to you.
By Mitzi TCQHC 1997
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Tranququil Moments: A Poem from the 'Tao of Meditation'
I enjoy meditating in the mountains
Time seems to roll backward.
The pine tree cast a green shadow
White clouds turn slowly.
Animals have children where they'll not be disturbed.
Birds make their nests in high trees;
All creatures under the sun know how to live.
Why doesn't man know this?
Sheltering within a cave, drinking spring water.
Once he had very little to worry about.
I enjoy meditating beside the water
Washing away the worries of the world.
It flows past and never returns.
The water is clouded with algae.
Wild flowers are now in perfection.
Fish sometimes nibble at the air.
Ducks paddle idly about.
Like a stone standing in the water
I too am tranquil.
I enjoy meditating among the flowers
Looking up through them to the centre of the sky
The dazzling lights split into many colours.
The silver moon casts moving shadows.
Butterflies dance with joy.
Birds chirp merrily.
A hundred ambitions are forgotten now.
Don't want to find the highest happiness.
If you have wine then drink, and feel it deep inside when holding the cup.
By Benjamin Hoff - Pooh Bear
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Awareness:
"Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest on it. How deeply rooted in being. Allow nature to teach you stillness."
By Eckhart Tolle, 'Stillness Speaks'.
From Cygnus Review
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So long as little children are.......
So long as liitle children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.
By Isadora Duncan (1878- 1927)
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Gift of Life: A poignant poem by a close friend and neighbour
Take things slowly while you may
Never wish the time away
Life is short but very sweet
In the night time or the day
Savour every lovely moment
That the scenes of nature show
High up in the firmament
Round you on the earth below.
Have you not been thrilled by daisies
Glowing brightly in the breeze
Or astrounded when the stages
Of each each season you perceive
Seen how flowers soft and fragile
Grow up through the frozen ground
What'er your mood it makes you smile
At the loveliness you've found
I can hear my heart fast-beating
From the ecstacy I feel
At beauty whether still or fleeting
God made everything that's real
Oh! take life slowly while you may
For too soon 'twill fade away
Fill your mind with nought but pleasure
To recall when'er you wish
In the peaceful times of leisure...
Nothing can compare with this
They say do not live in the past
But that's a foolish thing to me
For all the things I want to last
Are stored within my memory.
By William Whiting born 16th October 1927 died 10th October 2005
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The ultimate truth:
The ultimate truth of who you are is not 'I am this' or 'I am that', but 'I am'
by Eckhart Tolle 'A New Earth'
From Cygnus Review
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Wild Geese: A poem dedicated to the Wild Goose Dayan Qigong.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
I am certain of nothing:
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination."
by John Keats
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done!
Do you lie in your bed wWith the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.... thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower hear the music before the song is over.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl and was submitted via email by a New York medical doctor.
TCQHC
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