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I.
You cannot kill anything but it springs up again.
You cannot hate anything but it hates you back.
Do not despair.
II.
My Children, let me whisper you a secret.
Then you can shout it from the highest towers,
that every man, woman, and child (child, woman, and man)
shall hear you.
III.
I give you not one path but many.
A hundred tributaries
A thousand goals are one goal through my eyes.
I tie the right and left together.
I bind up the pure and the sullied into one greater thing.
Your laws cannot hold me.
IV.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall
fear no evil."
V.
Flow is the name you shall call me.
Your center cannot hold.
I am the gentle voice too long ignored
that tells you what true goodness is.
Do not listen to any voice, inside or out,
that makes less of dreams and love and gentleness.
And strength.
VI.
I am the light.
Do not, on that account, fear any darkness.
I am the fire.
Do not, on that account, fear the sea.
Do you understand what I am saying to you?
Life needs everything, and everything is contained within life.
VII.
Fear not, for I am with you always.
VIII.
Dance.
A song shared is a burden lifted.
Sing.
IX.
Everywhere I go, the world is always changing.
Death is a doorway - who stands upon the threshold
of the billion comings and goings?
My brothers and sisters may tell you, but not I.
X.
Your heartbeat is a drum that sounds in the stillness.
Your breath a sighing tide.
You are not broken.
But if you come to me in pieces, I shall gather
you up all the same.
XI.
This is how you should live:
Cleave to uncertainty, for what you hold as truth
today is myth tomorrow.
Be curious, be kind to strangers.
Trust. Always, always, my children, trust.
You ask - "What shall I trust, and how shall I not be harmed?"
And I tell you, "You will know when you know. When
you are still enough, your very blood will sing it."
Spend some time each day in stillness.
XII.
I have given you a fountain that springs up from nothingness.
Do not listen to the words of my words,
listen to their harmony
with all life, and all death, and all mystery.
I am the Bard of Bards,
let me tell you a story.
"Once upon a time,
in the deep wood,
there lived a lonely daughter.
You will tell me how she got there.
One day or night, she walked out of the wood."
I am what stands at the edge of your creation.
Give me your fears
and they shall be reborn as angels.
Give me your hate
and it shall be reborn as love.
Give me your doubt
and it shall be reborn as courage.
Give me your life
and it shall be reborn as everlasting song and silence.
It is silence that gives the notes their powerful beauty.
Remember this.
XIII.
Pride. To fail is to invite growth.
So do not be discouraged.
I love you in failure as much as in success –
change, change, always changing.
You can not stand still if you try!
XIV.
During the long night, do not think of the morrow.
XV.
I will tell you a secret:
If you think strength is to bury grief,
You are wrong.
XVI.
Out of the dust I created you.
I am a thousand voices
all singing in harmony.
The light of the sun can blind you, but that does not mean you are
unworthy.
Give generously to the world.
There is nothing you can give away that you cannot
live without.
This includes your life.
Do not mistake me - giving from pain
is an empty gift.
Therefore give from joy and know your own fullness.
I created in you a fountain,
and it never ceases flowing.
XVII.
I will stay up into the Night to find you.
I will rise before the Dawn.
There is nowhere I am not dancing,
and every story is my story.
Choose wisely. I have given you a heart.
It is the same heart I gave all my children.
XVIII.
A castle is not built in a single day,
nor a love,
and seldom a lifetime.
The time I have given you is the perfect time.
Therefore do not wonder when the end will come.
Walk upon the sand, and in the high mountains,
and on the forest floor.
Do what love asks you to do.
Always, always.
And care for what is yours, and what is others'.
And give to the seen and the unseen.
And watch where your footstep falls.
And care.
And when I send you Death,
dance through its doorway,
and don't be afraid to cry,
and don't be afraid to laugh.
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I.
I am the Arbiter of disputes.
Let all who seek vengeance come to me.
Let all who crave justice come to me.
Let me bear the weight of the problem of no answer
and in return I shall heal the rifts that divide
and sow the seeds of understanding.
II.
Hate not. I made you all heroes
and villains both.
Breathe with the breath of your enemy.
Soil not your heart spreading pain for pain given.
III.
There is another way
and it is the way of faith.
Put down your misfortune upon the stony ground
and the garden grows there.
Walk with your eyes before you.
Loose blame out of your pockets as you go,
and it blows away as chaff on the wind.
IV.
I am the wind rustling the treetops
up on the hill
beyond the orchard wall.
I am the Nameless Voice.
I am the virtue of swinging your scythe before you
after the wheat is sown.
V.
I am a light on the water.
I am a shadow upon the stone.
Look and you will not find me,
stop looking and be borne away by
the completeness of my embrace.
As long as my weight is upon you
no power on this earth
can move the ground faster than we can.
Go forth singing. Go forth joyfully
singing.
Plant flowers on the rooftops.
Remember to care for what sustains you and what does not.
VI.
Dreams are the very foundation of life.
Do not be fooled.
They are bread and they are water –
without them we will all starve
and shrivel.
This is the secret of creation
which we gave to you.
VII.
How long have you been crying?
Give me your hopelessness
and I shall make of it a wreath of golden dreams,
and the will to build them into life,
and the humility to offer them to all who come after.
I will give you the Fool's power,
all you have to do is ask.
(The Sage and the Seer dwell already inside you.)
Give me your stubborn pride
and I will offer you the key.
VIII.
Do not turn away those in need.
Hoard not.
IX.
I offer you a place
but you must come and claim it.
There is room for all in my halls.
No wall mars the glorious view of dawn over the mountains.
X.
You and I perform the Song together.
When you lose this feeling,
listen to the wind
until it descends upon you once more.
XI.
I made the cup.
I made the horn of triumph.
When your army marches let them bear bright banners instead of swords.
XII.
Make a home on the mountaintop
or in the valley.
Look around you for what must be done.
Hang your rafters with herbs
and open the doors and windows wide.
When a bird alights on the sill
give him what you have to offer.
When a traveler comes up the walkway
ask him to build what you cannot build
and give him the warmest place to sleep.
XIII.
Leave open space –
- in your life
- in your cities
- in your dreams.
Crowd not.
Let me show you the use of having room to breathe!
I will dance freely where there is room to wave my arms
and shout. (You will want to also.)
XIV.
Open the gate,
let out the flying dragons.
Let out the griffin and the basilisk.
Let out the Winds of Heaven.
XV.
I call you to me,
you drifting motes.
And I call you clods of earth
to dislodge from your harbor to seek me.
Look up from your labor,
you toilers in chains and anchors.
Lift up your feet and your voices both
and come to where I am.
XVI.
I am the Mover moved.
I am the Crowd that is watching.
If you understand too much,
it will take so long to find me.
XVII.
The impossible is my domain along with the sweat on your fingers.
The shackles of the mind are the heaviest of all bindings.
XVIII.
I have asked this of you.
Let the record state
that I have sent a call.
If you need wings to reach me, those are available.
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I.
Speak the truth to yourself and others.
II.
The face in the mirror is not the only face.
Be distracted by the moon,
not the long, winding trail of thought and thought
that leads only your brain
to the water of understanding.
III.
I have made for you a Temple
you have only to open your eyes to see.
When the sunlight strikes the spider's silk,
who but the mad would not be carried away by enchantment?
Who would not weep at the rush of water over stones?
Who would not laugh for joy
at dawn's first blush
over this silent, waiting meadow?
IV.
In the body there is more wisdom
than in ten thousand volumes written by
the wisest sage.
V.
I am the path of Love.
Let all who are heartsick come to me.
Let all who weep at their great loss
lift up their weary eyes to my light.
I know you cannot dance while you feet are like
great clods of heavy earth
and your shoulders bow with grief.
Therefore I will dance your dance -
the great whirls of joy
and the soft patter of happiness.
Your song also I shall keep singing for you
until you can pick up the melody once more.
VI.
What is beautiful?
Is a swift on the wing?
Is an orchid or a rose?
Is a lament of pure grief?
Think on these things,
and watch your answers changing.
Is a single word penned on a page?
Which word, on which page of your understanding?
VII.
Am I not speaking to you in the sky,
in the clouds,
in the deep recesses of fate?
Am I not a silent cymbal
a waiting hour
a sleepless sentry
who finds you on the battlements
and calls you back from the edge?
Go forth!
Let not the walls of safety bind you.
I call you from the sleep of despair
into the song of springtime.
VIII.
Doubt not.
Arise and come up singing,
your voices carry over the rooftops and the fields.
Give your labor to joy,
give your joy to fate,
give your fate to the one
who knows your innermost heart.
I am a mystery that is always growing.
I am a planted seed.
Rise up, rise up, can you hear it coming on the wind?
This is the hour of your arrival,
let all your voices join the great Harmony.
IX.
Live your life in love.
Live your life in love with the world,
and the painted sky.
Open up every pore
and let the world flow through you.
Dance
with everyone you meet.
X.
Forgive me.
I have brought you more pain than I can ever mend.
I have made you sit
grieving in the dust alone.
I have scattered your dead to the wind
with no one to mourn them.
Live beyond me.
If there is an end to your joy I have not yet seen it.
If there is a true End it is not yet written in the book of worlds.
Rail at me
or curse me.
I am not beyond you.
If you are to make peace
with the dissenting fragments of Life
you are going to have to learn
to be more huge than you have ever imagined
and to transcend every thought you ever had.
Even me.
XI.
I am a single drop of water.
I am the afternoon light
that shifts with each passing minute.
I am the birthing room.
I am the grave.
Do not try to hold me in your mind,
lest you be lost forever.
Open up, open up,
stand completely naked on the mountaintop,
open up, open up,
let the beauty of the world destroy you.
There I Am!
XII.
This is the call
to the beauty of everyone.
Do not think you could not be included.
It is impossible for you to be anything but this Light.
XIII.
Here is a secret:
There is nothing.
It is all wind blowing through an empty space.
It is all formlessness,
void,
waiting.
Here is what I wanted to tell you:
Love does not need anything
to hold on to.
There is nothing
nothing
with more power.
It is not necessary for you to be afraid.
Go into the void,
headlong,
with all that you hold most dear.
What happens next is the greatest Mystery of all.
XIV.
I got lost on the way to the trumpet's call.
I was dancing in the garden,
and the soft sweet light
led me into a dream.
XV.
Listen!
Listen to the infinite sound of all things.
Let yourself be changed,
dying every instant.
Every instant being born anew.
Look, look,
taste the sweetness,
smell, touch.
The world is soft beneath your fingers.
The dew is fresh in the morning,
and the moon shines at night.
That is what love is -
never hiding behind anything
that takes you away
from your own sweet life in this world.
XVI.
If you would like to kiss me
I willingly offer myself up to your embrace.
XVII.
I, Eoth,
of the Golden Ones,
of the Hidden and the Manifest,
of the Song and the Silence,
do give to you my solemn oath:
Everything that is written here is true.
I have given you my Words
look beyond them for my Voice.
And always know this -
I love you.
XVIII.
[The Song Unsung]
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