“If ten lamps are present in one place, each differs in form from another; Yet you can’t distinguish whose radiance is whose when you focus on the light. In the field of spirit there is no division; no individuals exist. Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with His friends. Catch hold of spirit. Help this headstrong self disintegrate; That beneath it you may discover unity, Like a buried treasure.”
Consider the seed that splits and unfurls unseen within the Earth … Consider the inside of the egg; consider the place where the Big Bang exploded …
Unknown and generative, darkness is unpredictable: limitless possibility. We are in the habit of learning to fear our potential, but imagine embracing rest and dreams …
We learned early to believe in the whiteness of certain magic and light And blackness of certain arts and hearts; confronted with the sky and its stars, I must reject this entire premise.
Remind me, siblings to unlearn these bad habits and accept the gifts I’ve been given. Darkness is free and abundant;
There is joy in unfurling from the shadows we were made in. We need only close our eyes to go home.”
In Darkness, All Things Are Possible, from Incantations for Rest by Atena O. Danner, Unitarian-Universalist minister
“If we want to allow creativity its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of its raining down. We can put out our skirts to catch as much as we can carry.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, quoted in Christian Mystics by Matthew Fox
“The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions — the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834), Romantic poet and (briefly) Unitarian minister, born on this day
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
From The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien, published on this day in 1955
“Before it’s gone remind me Show me where the wildflowers grow Teach me our stories from long ago Who made the sunrise, where does the moon go?
Walk me back to the land that owns me, Through the trees that know my name The animals, plants and birds, we are but the same On the dust of our earth lay me down.
I am home again.”
Pass it on by Michele ‘Mickey’ Hetherington, New South Wales Aboriginal poet
“Fireflies. Angler fish. Trilobites. Many creatures emit their own light. And the more these beings dwell in darkness, the more they evolve to illuminate their surroundings.
Do you give off light yourself? Give yourself credit. You may have a glow that doesn’t register on the visible spectrum, but one that makes a difference nonetheless.
Train your eye to take in the radiance that everyone gives forth. Train yourself to recognize the ways in which you yourself light up the landscape.”
From Earth Bound: Daily Meditations For All Seasons by Brian Nelson
“How generously the pecan trees shower us with food, literally giving of themselves so that we can live. But in the giving, their lives are also ensured. Living by the precepts of the Honorable Harvest — to take only what is given, to use it well, to be grateful for the gift, and to reciprocate the gift — is easy in a pecan grove. We reciprocate the gift by taking care of the grove, protecting it from harm, planting seeds so that new groves will shade the prairie and feed the squirrels. All flourishing is mutual.”