February 2012
Slow like honey, heavy with mood.
You’ll remember me like a melody..
Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you.
I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the figures I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
What and who you judge are your greatest teachers. Judgment closes the heart and constricts the mind.
Only a open mind can learn and only a free heart can feel.
When you are tempted to judge choose to observe instead, see the gift before you. Compassion offers wisdom, understanding, and the power to serve. In judgment one is blinded by separation…in compassion one truly sees and recognizes...
Though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn’t reach. “The prettiest are always further!” she said at last,
with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off.
She finds a different perfecÂtion in each beautiful rush she meets, as she restlessly searches for the one who has all...
January 2012
