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Joy does not arrive with a fanfare on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee watching the sun hit your favorite tree, just right and you usher joy away because you are not ready for her your house is not as it should be for such a distinguished guest but joy, you see, cares nothing for your messy home or your bank balance, or your waistline joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life that’s how joy works you cannot truly invite her you can only be ready when she appears and hug her with meaning because in this very moment joy chose you - Donna Ashworth
Fire has a love for itself-- It wants to keep burning. It is like a woman Who is at last making love To the person she most desires. Find a Master who is like the Sun. Go to His house In the middle of the night. Smash a window. Act like a great burglar-- Jump in. Now, Gather all your courage-- Throw yourself into His bed! He will probably kill you. Fantastic-- That's the whole idea! - Hafiz
Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming Through riptide of rhythms and the metaphor’s seaweed You need to be a good swimmer or a born Goddess To get back out of them Look at the sea otters bobbing wildly Out in the middle of the poem They look so eager and peaceful playing out there where the water hardly moves You might get out through all the waves and rocks Into the middle of the poem to touch them But when you’ve tried the blessed water long Enough to want to start backward That’s when the fun starts Unless you’re a poet or an otter or something supernatural You’ll drown, dear. You’ll drown Any Greek can get you into a labyrinth But it takes a hero to get out of one What’s true of labyrinths is true of course Of love and memory. When you start remembering. - Jack Spicer
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom. - James Wright The purpose of your Life Is to be Confronted By a problem You cannot solve This problem Is your soul's Blueprint It haunts you And finds you Again and again You will try Relentlessly To resolve this problem And in your trying You will deepen Into the primordial Waters Of wisdom, Beyond understanding. This problem Is the Beloved That won't let you Get away This problem only asks That you live into her This koan with no Meaning This mystery school With one student This repetitive question This unsolvable Problem This riddle Is your path It is the way you walk the earth Your life itself Is the answer - Maya Luna
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