

quarantine dream #2,786





A happy feast day to all my dear Companions of St. George, wherever you are in the world – Let faith be your shield and let joy be your steed ‘gainst the dragons of anger and the ogres of greed. And let me set free with the sword of my youth, from the castle of darkness the power of truth.

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies–
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King–

The best way to pray is: stop. Let prayer pray within you, whether you know it or not. – Thomas Merton

Don’t sing the sadness anymore. Call out that you have been given both the answer and an understanding of the question. – Rumi
A storm that needed a mountain
met it where we were:
we woke up in a gale
that was reasoning with our tent,
and all the persuaded snow
streaked along, guessing the ground.
We turned from that curtain, down.
But sometime we will turn
back to the curtain and go
by plan through an unplanned storm,
disappearing into the cold,
meanings in search of a world.

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No one heals himself by hurting another.