love the moment

Make changes Empty a drawer of days Clear the desk of mind and Think of nothing Listen for the sounds un-loud Strain your ears for silence Hear the faint call of faraway Feel the breeze of now softly Then you will know the elusive Then you will see the hidden Then you will feel the always there Sent from my iPod

Allow your life to unfold naturally Know that it too is a vessel of perfection Just as you breathe in and breathe out Sometimes you're ahead and other times behind Sometimes you're strong and other times weak Sometimes you're with people and other times alone To the Sage all of life is a movement toward perfection So what need has he for the excessive, the extravagant, or the extreme?

Musings after reading Chapter 2 "Living in the Moment" of Derek Lin's book "The Tao of Daily Life". See page 17. The words we use for now Like Monday or morning or 10:30 Are our attempts to define the indescribable How can I explain an instant The feeling of sunrise or the smell of breeze They are fleeting - here and gone. I think it best to listen and look Smell and taste Remember and smile Saying nothing Sent from my iPod

One's own reputation - why the fuss? One's own wealth - why the concern? I say, what you gain is more trouble than what you lose Love is the fruit of sacrifice Wealth is the fruit of generosity Be content, rest in your own fullness You will not suffer loss You'll avoid the snare of this world You'll have long life and endless blessings Sent from my iPod

The sun in all its glory reveals but a passing world Only the inner light illumines eternity Only that light can guide us back home Have faith Follow your own shining Be aware of your own awareness On the darkest nights you will not stumble On the brightest days you will not blink This is called "The Practice of Eternal Light" Sent from my iPod

With love one is fearless With moderation one is abundant With humility one can fill the highest position Love vanquishes all attackers It is impregnable in defense When Heaven wants to protect someone Does it send an army? No, it protects him with love Sent from my iPod

Sink slowly down into the warm, soft clay that remembers Its pure earth is not sullied with greed or hate Because time heals the fear that drives the wound The solemn stillness awaits It is the home you always dream of dg Sent from my iPod

Your dream.  That thing you were meant to do.  Deep down, you know it.  Deep down, you fear it.  Because to acknowledge your passion, to actually speak out loud the name of your life’s purpose is risky. It is dangerous to admit to yourself and the world that “I want this thing.  I need it to complete something in me that is now undone.” But, until you take that step of faith, the vast store of goodness that awaits you – that was created before and outside of time to assist you – that potential power is not released for you until you take that first, fateful step. It does not matter the length of the step first taken – only its direction is crucial. So, even if it is small and baby-like, don’t wait. Take it. Take a chance on your greatness. Do it now. dg