"Today is a good day to die for all the things of my life are present"
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment" His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama
under a whiltshire apple tree
SOME folk as can afford,
So I’ve heard say,
Set up a sort of cross
Right in the garden way
To mind ’em of the Lord.
But I, when I do see
Thik apple tree
An’ stoopin’ limb
All spread wi’ moss,
I think of Him
And how He talks wi’ me.
I think of God
And how He trod
That garden long ago;
He walked, I reckon, to and fro
And then sat down
Upon the groun’
Or some low limb
What suited Him
Such as you see
On many a tree,
And on thik very one
Where I at set o’ sun
Do sit and talk wi’ He.
And, mornings too, I rise and come
An’ sit down where the branch be low;
A bird do sing, a bee do hum,
The flowers in the border blow,
And all my heart’s so glad and clear
As pools when mists do disappear:
As pools a-laughing in the light
When mornin’ air is swep’ an’ bright,
As pools what got all Heaven in sight
So’s my heart’s cheer
When He be near.
He never pushed the garden door,
He left no footmark on the floor;
I never heard ’Un stir nor tread
And yet His Hand do bless my head,
And when ’tis time for work to start
I takes Him with me in my heart.
And when I die, pray God I see
At very last thik apple tree
An’ stoopin’ limb,
And think of Him
And all He been to me.
Anna Bunston (Mrs. De Bary)
"Be a feather on the breath of God..."
Hildegard of Bingen
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth
Fragments on the Poet and the Poetic Gift
Teach me your mood, o patient stars;
Who climb each night the ancient Sky,
Leaving on Space no shade, no scars
No trace of age, no fear to die.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Gentle Dying -Felicity Warner-Hay House 2008
Care of the Soul: Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life - Thomas Moore- HarperCollins 1988
The Path with Heart - Jack Kornfield - Rider Books- 1994
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