***Make sure you visit this week’s Poetry Party either by scrolling down past this post or by clicking here — as usual it is an amazing array of sacred words that keeps growing***
“Hear blessings / dropping their blossoms / around you. ” -Rumi
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
(photos of the dahlias at Volunteer Park in Seattle)
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Christine Davis’s reflection and poem Life to Life. In recent years, after deaths and losses, changes and griefs, I’ve moved farther and
Click CC to turn closed captions on or off. On Pentecost*Spirit of courage,we stand huddled too,like the disciples in the upper room,wondering what is real and true anymore.Reveal to us the pulse of your firein each of our heartsand send us with bread and rosesout
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Elaine Breckenridge’s reflection An Expanding Pentecost. “Suddenly from heaven, there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind…and divided tongues,
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the very kind words! :-)
Exquisite.
Thank you.
Speechless…
Such exquisite, lush photos, Christine. Synchronicity abounds…just read this morning from Osho:
“That’s why in a deep presence you are the flower and the flower has become you. You are also a thought, the flower is also a thought in the mind. When there is no thinking, who is the flower and who is the one observing? The observer becomes the observed. Suddenly boundaries are lost. Suddenly you have penetrated, penetrated into the flower, and the flower has pentrated into you. Suddenly you are not two, one exists.”
Thank you, Christine……
Ah, those are so Rich with color and life. Just beautiful.
stunningly beautiful