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Open And Close

“Do not let anything that happens in life be important enough that you’re willing to close your heart over it.”
(Michael A. Singer)

 

That comment
Made you feel tight
You want to hide
You want to close
That lover
Left you for another
You want to cry
You want to close
Our beautiful world
Torn apart by greed and dogma
You want to shut down
You want to close
Your sensitive heart
Processing so much
You want to feel safe
You want to close
But a heart that stays closed
For a little too long
Will lose its voice
Will always feel like winter
Remember that your heart
Wants every taste of Life
The vibrancy of joy
And the sharpness of pain
So if you must close
Learn to open it up again
And together do the dance
Open and close
Open and close

 

Hello, heart.
Hi.

 

 

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The Human Touch


‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul away.

(Spencer Michael Free)

Ain’t it crazy
How we try to fool the heart
But oh, it is all in vain
The heart knows
The human touch
The longing, the calling
We are here to love
Love it mad
Love it all

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Admit It and Change Everything

Admit It and Change Everything

Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am.
I am in astounded lucid confusion.

I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
And I am not even a Muslim.
I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,

Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
My birthplace is placelessness,
My sign to have and give no sign.
You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose – they are not mine.

I am the life of life.
I am that cat, this stone, no one.
I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
I see and know all times and worlds,

As one, one, always one.
So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
Admit it and change everything!
This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.  

(Rumi)

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