Quaff from the tongue of the merciful the stream of divine mystery, and behold from the dayspring of divine utterance the unveiled splendor of the daystar of wisdom. Sow the seeds of My divine wisdom in the pure soil of the heart, and water them with the waters of certitude, that the hyacinths of knowledge and wisdom may spring up fresh and green from the holy city of the heart.
God Hates Figs
-
A blog I encountered argued that God hates certain groups of people, and
that therefore believers in God—specifically, Christians—should also hate
them. Bi...
Natural Ways Of Healing The Body
-
Are you having a terrible head ache? Or an upset stomach throughout your
day? There are many problems you can go through when going to the office
and comin...
Christmastime at Longwood Gardens
-
I love to see the gardens and light show at Longwood Gardens at
Christmastime.
The main display is always stunning.
Beautiful flowers are everywhere.
...
Hope, really?
-
"Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come",
says Pico Iyer in this piece on The Value of Suffering.
I wonder if that were not ...
The Summer Day
-
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself ...
-
*Day 3: Dec 20th, 2008- Eye camp in Thiruvallur*The third day, a Saturday
morning, I left for *Hotel Aasai* to meet my fellow volunteers there before
th...
Sometimes it's good to be forgetful
-
For reflection..
"Whosoever has lost himself, has found the universe and the inhabitants
thereof! Whosoever is occupied with himself is wandering in the de...
No comments:
Post a Comment