#5002 - Monday, August 19, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
As a solid rock cannot be moved by the wind,
the wise are not shaken by praise or blame.
When they listen to the words
of the dharma,
their mind becomes calm and clear like the waters of a still
From the book: "The Dhammapada"
via Daily Dharma by Dainen Kelley
"It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses
are moments of tension, which we
feel as paralysis because we no longer hear
our astonished emotions living.
Because we are alone with the unfamiliar
presence that has entered us; because
everything we trust and are used to is
for a moment taken away from us;
because we stand in the midst of a
transition where we cannot remain standing.
That is why the sadness passes: the new presence
inside us, the presence that
has been added, has entered our heart, has gone
into its innermost chamber and
is no longer even there, - is already in our
And we don't know what it was. We could easily
be made to believe that
nothing happened, and yet we have changed, as a
house that a guest has entered
changes. We can't say who has come, perhaps
we will never know, but many
signs indicate that the future enters us in
this way in order to be transformed
in us, long before it happens.
And that is why it is so important to be
solitary and attentive when one is sad:
because the seemingly uneventful and
motionless moment when our future steps
into us is so much closer to life
than that other loud and accidental point of
time when it happens to us as
if from outside.
The quieter we are, the more patient and open we
are in our sadnesses, the more
deeply and serenely the new presence can
enter us, and the more we can make it
our own, the more it becomes our
~ Rainer Maria Rilke via Aile Shebar on Facebook
"Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.
It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now.
Every moment, a new
The Peace of Wild Things
despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie
down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their
lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light.
For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
(The Selected Poems of Wendell
via Panhala by Joe Riley