The Religion of Love, by Ibn Arabi

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The Religion of Love, by Ibn Arabi

My heart holds within it every form,
it contains a pasture for gazelles,
a monastery for Christian monks.
There is a temple for idol-worshippers,
A holy shrine for pilgrims;
There is the table of the Torah,
and the book of the Koran.
I follow the religion of Love
and go whichever way His camel leads me.
This is the true faith;
This is the true religion.

May all beings be blessed ~ May all beings be at peace ~ May all beings be loved

Aum ~ Peace ~ Amen

After A While, by Veronica A. Shoffstall

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Female statue @ Hearst Castle
taken by: Divya Love Wise

After A While, by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security. Continue reading

The WingMakers | A Poem

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The WingMakers

I am destined to sit on the riverbank
awaiting words from the naked trees
and brittle flowers that have lost their nectar.
A thousand unblinking eyes
stare out across the water
from the other side.
Their mute voices seek rewards of another kind.
Their demure smiles leave me hollow. Continue reading

You Are ~ A Poem by, Lori Wise

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Photo credit: willowing-arts.blogspot.com

Inspiration can come from unexpected places.  A friend posted a status update on Facebook a few days ago that read, “How do you learn to love yourself???”  My response was the following:

“by letting go of all that is not Love …. then you can see that you are Pure Love already”

My friend’s question, coupled with my yearning to further explain my response lead to the following poem …… Continue reading

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver


You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on. Continue reading

Riding My Bike ~ A Poem by, Lori Wise

Sometimes, when I am riding my bike
I feel like I am on my throne, my chariot, my carriage,
like I’m in a fairy tale, riding off into the sunset of my Life.
Everything seems so vibrant,
like all the colors of God are bursting at their color seams.
The birds chirp at me as I ride by.
They greet me with their bird words that somehow I intuitively understand. Continue reading