O love, O pure deep love, be here, be now.
Be all; worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with you brighter than cold stars;
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
Sufi mystic
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May I be filled with loving kindness.
May I be well.
May I be peaceful and at ease.
May I be happy.
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And we call on the Great Nameless One:
Hear us, oh Friend!
To whom, in our mortal sight,
We have given names to the
Nameless Nameless.
Through the countless eons of time
We cry out through millions of throats,
And in our one voice we call to:
Mazda; Christos; Allah; Incal; Yaweh; Krishna; Tao;
Wakanka Tanka; Isis; Ishtar; Adonis; Tammuz;
Sheba; Baal; Asherah; Demeter; Chomo Lung Ma;
Ra; Astarte; Venus; Aphrodite; Hathor; Ganesha;
Set; Dana; Adonai; Shekina; Ceres; Balder; Kore;
Hera; Ahura Mazda; Shin Mu; Chicomecoatl;
Shiva; Car; Rhea; Zeus; Apollo; Jehovah;
Buddha; Vishnu; Sita; Quetzalcoatl; Maat; Tara;
Athena; Odin; Loki; Kali; Durga; Minerva; Sophia;
Juno; Thor; Matres; Freya; Osiris; Horus; Rati;
Maya; Melchizedek; Diana; Neter; Orpheus;
Serapis; Mithra; Dionysus; Shakti; Njord; Bindumati;
Tiamat; Python; Themis; Helios; Christ; God; Kauri;
Cerridwen; Chu Chulainn; Magna Dea; Kwai Yin;
Heracles; Galatea; Eurynome; Artemis; Cunti; Hina;
Elohim; Nin-Eveh; Feronia; Cybele; Gaea; Ma.
To you, oh Nameless One, we have given more names
That we have forgotten than we can remember,
And we say: Please, hear our call,
We, who are the little friends,
Your servants, who live and work
To go with and not against.
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This life, you must know
as the tiny splash of a raindrop.
A thing of beauty that disappears as it comes into being.
Therefore, set your goal.
Make use of every day and every night.
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For the expanding grandeur of Creation,
worlds known and unknown,
galaxies beyond galaxies,
filling us with awe and challenging our imaginations:
We give thanks this day.
For this fragile planet earth,
its times and tides, its sunsets and seasons:
We give thanks this day.
For the joy of human life,
its wonders and surprises, its hopes and achievements:
We give thanks this day.
For our human community,
our common past and future hope,
our oneness transcending all separation,
our capacity to work for peace and justice in the midst of hostility and oppression:
We give thanks this day.
For high hopes and noble causes, for faith without fanaticism,
for understanding of views not shared:
We give thanks this day.
For all who have labored and suffered for a fairer world,
who have lived so that others might live in dignity and freedom:
We give thanks this day.
For human liberty and sacred rites;
for opportunities to change and grow, to affirm and choose:
We give thanks this day.
We pray that we may live not by our fears but by our hopes,
not by our words but by our deeds.
O Eugene Pickett
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Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence screams.
Silence is a message,
just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out and resonate
in every word and every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There's no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message.
You are the message.
My Life is my Sun Dance
Leonard Peltier
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