How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?"
— Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” from Another River: New and Selected Poems (Amherst Writers & Artists Press, 2005)
“I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. I am grateful for the gifts of intelligence, love, wonder and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting.” ~Roger Ebert (1942-2013)
Maharaji told us to meditate like Christ, and when I asked him how to do that, Maharaji closed his eyes and sat in front of us, completely still; so still that it felt like the whole world stopped turning.
After a couple of minutes, two tears came down his cheek, and then he opened his eyes, looked at us and said, “He lost himself in love. That’s how he meditated. He’s one with all beings. He never died, no one understands. He lost himself in love.”"
— Ram Dass (via wordslessspoken)