My heart is so smallit's almost invisible.How can You placesuch big sorrows in it?"Look," He answered,"your eyes are even smaller,yet they behold the world."
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yesin time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)and in a mystery to be
(when time from timeshall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me–E. E. Cummings
The fear of vanishing which may arise with inquiry,
is the old sensation: “I am the body.”
This is not a fear of the new, but of leaving the old.
Have no fear and plunge into your own Being.
When “you” disappear, all fear will also.
Stay quiet, be still, here you are.
Stay as presence in your Heart.
Do not fear meeting the Self,
it is what you always been.
Nothing can be lost, have no fear.
There can also be fear of “losing it.”
Only when you possess something does the fear of losing arise.
Only Self cannot be held, so only Self cannot be lost.
The only way to avoid fear is to return to the inner beauty,
the Self, the Heart on the right.
I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy.
Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.
At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
from My Antonia
I am learning to abandon the world
before it can abandon me.
Already I have given up the moon
and snow, closing my shades
against the claims of white.
And the world has taken
my father, my friends.
I have given up melodic lines of hills,
moving to a flat, tuneless landscape.
And every night I give my body up
limb by limb, working upwards
across bone, towards the heart.
But morning comes with small
reprieves of coffee and birdsong.
A tree outside the window
which was simply shadow moments ago
takes back its branches
twig by leafy twig.
And as I take my body back
the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap
as if to make amends.