Before You SpeakBefore you speak, let your words pass through three gates. At the first gate, ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’ At the second ask, ‘Is it necessary?’ At the third gate ask ‘Is it kind? Rumi
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Source of Inspiration Vol. II
Now available through Amazon.com. All proceeds are being used for families in need through my volunteer work here in Brazil. I appreciate any support you can give in the beautiful work we do here. Buy the book as a present for yourself or someone you love. Thanks, hugs, pat
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The Web of Duality–Other Side of Source of InspirationCome to our new sister blog and explore our often-masked side. It will leave you with much to ponder. https://webofduality.wordpress.com/
Poems in PortugueseRead our sister blog which features some of the poems from this blog translated to Portuguese. Fonte de Inspiracão em Portuguese www.fontedeinspiracao.wordpress.com/
The Final ThirdStories from a book in progress about my years in Brazil as a volunteer www.finalthirdsite.wordpress.com/
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A surge washed me beyond dying into the real beauty of creation. There is no way to say what is all around waiting to be seen by eyes of love.
When two lumberjacks take the ends of the saw the back and forth begins. Slowly at first even a little awkward until they hit their stride. Then in perfect harmony a give and take with balance and precision. What a … Continue reading
I close my lips to open my heart. I shut my eyes not to be distracted by beauty. I inhale deeply filling my soul with Your presence the aroma of Your love. No longer do I sleep as I jealously … Continue reading
I am a frog of the water no wings do I have yet I soar waving moonbeams into light-filled clouds of the night. Some mysteries cannot be explained only experienced after which no explanation is needed.
A chair is not a throne until a king sits on it. Do not call yourself a Muslim, Christian, Jew or any other label for without love you’ll never be able to sit upon the Throne.
The throne of contemplation where the best poems are written soul wisdom created by expulsion of that not needed.
Here I stand in the midst of chaos thought traffic filled with clanging noise paralyzed by options none of which are good. Those who feed on nectar become honey dung beetles consume what they become.