Prem Rawat, also known as Maharaji, offers a way to go within and experience peace as it already exists in each human being.
Right under our noses, right under our breath, is a well of peace and serenity, a peace that he describes as being 'the perfume of God'.
see www.wopg.org for news and updates on upcoming events around the world, and closer to home for us North Americans.
have a wonderful, sunny summer day (for those of you in my area, where the sun has persisted inspite of rain clouds this morning).
musemother
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Words of Peace
An ageless message, a timeless quest
something old, something new
what you are looking for is inside of you
check out www.wordsofpeace.ca
or www.wordsofpeace.com
for heart-opening news for the current century :)
nameste
musemother
something old, something new
what you are looking for is inside of you
check out www.wordsofpeace.ca
or www.wordsofpeace.com
for heart-opening news for the current century :)
nameste
musemother
Monday, March 24, 2008
A Poem written against Despair
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
Naomi Shihab Nye
She walked around the circular block of her neighbourhood
and saw that it was good.
She saw lawns newly cut, hedges neatly trimmed,
gardens clipped and tidy.
She saw chrysanthemums flourishing in pots, purple and gold.
She saw asters and brown-eyed Susans in abundance.
She saw three children in the playground.
One toddler, hands full of cookies, came to pat her dog.
(Maggie saw that it was good).
She saw the fresh pavement on the driveway,
where a new family had just moved in.
She saw the sumacs flaming orange and red along the
soccer field, and maples’ tips torched with the same fire.
She saw the houses, driveways and lawns,
each one more beautiful than the last.
She saw the sky was blue and the sun was warm,
and she told herself that it was good.
And that, in spite of the continuing war in Iraq,
uncommon famine in Darfur,
continued violence in Afghanistan and Sudan,
the Aids epidemic in Africa,
junkies in downtown cores and homeless children
all over the civilized world,
that to be alive, right here and now, was good.
She took a deep breath, and told herself,
Just for today, all I can do
is quiet the war inside of me,
give up the struggle in my own heart.
If just for today, one person gives up despair
and practices opening her heart to hope,
then peace in the heart will be her gift.
@ Jennifer Boire
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
Naomi Shihab Nye
She walked around the circular block of her neighbourhood
and saw that it was good.
She saw lawns newly cut, hedges neatly trimmed,
gardens clipped and tidy.
She saw chrysanthemums flourishing in pots, purple and gold.
She saw asters and brown-eyed Susans in abundance.
She saw three children in the playground.
One toddler, hands full of cookies, came to pat her dog.
(Maggie saw that it was good).
She saw the fresh pavement on the driveway,
where a new family had just moved in.
She saw the sumacs flaming orange and red along the
soccer field, and maples’ tips torched with the same fire.
She saw the houses, driveways and lawns,
each one more beautiful than the last.
She saw the sky was blue and the sun was warm,
and she told herself that it was good.
And that, in spite of the continuing war in Iraq,
uncommon famine in Darfur,
continued violence in Afghanistan and Sudan,
the Aids epidemic in Africa,
junkies in downtown cores and homeless children
all over the civilized world,
that to be alive, right here and now, was good.
She took a deep breath, and told herself,
Just for today, all I can do
is quiet the war inside of me,
give up the struggle in my own heart.
If just for today, one person gives up despair
and practices opening her heart to hope,
then peace in the heart will be her gift.
@ Jennifer Boire
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