Deepak Chopra & Adam Plack – Garden Of My Soul (Lyrics)

From album Soul of Healing Affirmations

In my garden the rose opened
But I was too much in a hurry and passed it by.
Love remembered me and said
I will make a rose bloom in your heart..
Today I will remind myself
that my body is the garden of my soul.
My body is the
garden of my
God and Spirit
I’m in a fog today..
Give me clarity in mind and heart..
Release me from my confusion.
Which is born of the past..
Letme see everything as if
for the first time.
Shower unknown blessings upon me
And surprise me with joy
Let me be renewed in your way..
My body is the
garden of my
soul…of my soul.
My body is the
garden of my
soul…of my soul.

My body is the
garden of my
soul…of my soul.

Deepak Chopra & Gina Fant Saez – Flight to Freedom

From Album -A Gift of Love Vol. 2 – Oceans Of Ecstasy
(Deepak Chopra)

I want to give you something, my love
For we are drifting in different streams of the world
Our lives will be carried apart and our love forgotten
But I’m not so foolish, that I would hope to buy your heart with gifts
Your life is young, your path is long and you drink my love one sip at a time and run away
I have no play and playmates, your laughter and your carefree ways
You are like a river, that runs swift with a song, breaking through all the barriers
I’m the mountain, I stay and remember and follow with my heart
I’m the mountain, I stay and remember and follow you with my love
(Gina Fant Saez)

My love, my heart, let this time of parting be sweet
Let it not be a death, but completeness
Let your love melt into memory and your pain into songs
Let your flight through the sky begin with the unfolding of wings
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night
Stand still, oh beautiful love, for a moment
And say your last words in silence
I bow to you and hold up my candle to give light to you on your flight to freedom
My love, my heart let this time of parting be sweet
Let it not be a death, but completeness
Let your love melt into memory and your pain into songs
Let your flight through the sky begin with the unfolding of wings
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night
Stand still, oh beautiful love, for a moment
And say your last words in silence
On your freedom

Rumi “The Guest House” Poem animation

Here is a virtual movie of a reading of the 13 century Persian philosophical poem “This being human is a guest house”.The poem is read exquisitely by Canadian actor Dennis O’connor who kindly sent me this recording. I have employed the visual services of an unknown Bearded thoughtful looking Victorian gentleman as my visual reader of this ancient poem.

Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī (مولانا جلال الدین محمد بلخى), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī (جلال‌الدین محمد رومی), but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi,[1] (30 September 1207 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian[2][3] poet, Islamic jurist, theologian, and mystic.[4] Rūmī is a descriptive name meaning “the Roman” since he lived most of his life in an area called Rūm because it was once ruled by the Byzantine Empire.[5]

According to tradition, Rumi was born in Balkh, Khorasan (now in Afghanistan), the hometown of his father’s family. Scholars, however, argue that he was most likely born in Wakhsh,[6] a small town located at the river Wakhsh in what is now Tajikistan. Wakhsh belonged to the larger province of Balkh, and in the year Rumi was born, his father was an appointed scholar there.[6] Both these cities were at the time included in the Greater Persian cultural sphere of Khorasan, the easternmost province of historical Persia,[7] and were part of the Khwarezmian Empire.

His birthplace[8] and native language[9] both indicate a Persian heritage. Due to quarrels between different dynasties in Khorasan, opposition to the Khwarizmid Shahs who were considered devious by Bahā ud-Dīn Walad (Rumi’s father)[10] or fear of the impending Mongol cataclysm,[11] his father decided to migrate westwards. Rumi’s family traveled west, first performing the Hajj and eventually settling in the Anatolian city Konya (capital of the Seljuk Sultanate of Rum, now located in Turkey). This was where he lived most of his life, and here he composed one of the crowning glories of Persian literature which profoundly affected the culture of the area.[12]

He lived most of his life under the Sultanate of Rum, where he produced his works[13] and died in 1273 CE. He was buried in Konya and his shrine became a place of pilgrimage.[14] Following his death, his followers and his son Sultan Walad founded the Mawlawīyah Sufi Order, also known as the Order of the Whirling Dervishes, famous for its Sufi dance known as the samāʿ ceremony. Rumi’s works are written in the New Persian language. A Persian literary renaissance (in the 8th/9th century) started in regions of Sistan, Khorāsān and Transoxiana[15]and by the 10th/11th century, it reinforced the Persian language as the preferred literary and cultural language in the Persian Islamic world. Although Rumi’s works were written in Persian, Rumi’s importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His original works are widely read in their original language across the Persian-speaking world. Translations of his works are very popular in other countries.

His poetry has influenced Persian literature as well as the literature of the Urdu, Bengali, Arabic and Turkish languages. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world’s languages and transposed into various formats; He has been described as the “most popular poet in America” in 2007 Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2009

The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
A teaching story translated by Coleman Barks © by owner.

Dr. Miller reads Jalāl ad-Dīn Rumi – The Guest House

This is a sneak peak at Dr. Miller’s Broad Street Bistro Show: A Celebration of Life – The Power of Music and Love

Only This! by Dorothy S. Hunt (Author)

From the Introduction

No matter where we imagine a spiritual journey will take us, or what we are hoping to find; whatever our mind wants to acquire, be rid of, understand, or transcend; whatever God we pray to or reject; eventually, the so-called spiritual journey leads back to Only This! Only Now!

Only This! is what the mind cannot understand, although understandings may come. Only This! is wordless, although words may pour forth from its silence. Only This! is not something that can be spoken or grasped, gained or lost. Only This! is timeless, yet never separate from what is unfolding in time.

This collection of poems and reflections is a glimpse into the spiritual journey of one who began her quest searching not for herself, but for God. It led from a childhood loss of a parent in a single moment of time to the unexpected yet profound awakening to the timeless within. Many of these poems attempt to put into words what is wordless. Words will always fail, and yet they come as passions move, and the heart breaks open to its deepest longing for truth. Words cannot describe the Mystery, and yet they flow forth from it, without intent.

This book is dedicated to my teacher, Adyashanti, a living buddha, and a living flame of truth, who appeared quite unexpectedly in my life to set fire to the dry grass I did not even know was waiting to be torched within me. Through the mysterious transmission of what cannot be spoken, Awakeness discovered its ageless companion. The radiant emptiness behind these masks we wear revealed itself as an old Friend. There are no words of gratitude that could suffice for the one who points to This! Yet what points is what is awake in each one of us.

Dorothy S. Hunt, founder of the San Francisco Center for Meditation and Psychotherapy, is the editor of Love: A Fruit Always in Season, and a contributing author to The Sacred Mirror: Nondual Wisdom and Psychotherapy. Her poems have appeared in several journals and in Your Head in the Tiger’s Mouth: Talks in Bombay with Ramesh S. Balsekar.

Ms. Hunt has practiced psychotherapy since 1967, and in addition, teaches workshops and facilitates meditation groups and retreats focused on Nondual understanding. Her spiritual teacher, Adyashanti, recently invited her to teach within his lineage. Dorothy Hunt currently resides in San Francisco, California with her husband; she is a mother and a grandmother.

Look Inside

Freedom from Notions of Birth and Death, Dorothy Hunt

When we deeply understand that the essential nature of reality is without separation, we begin to have a different relationship with the “appearance” of birth and death. The Unborn is beyond any notions of coming or going, being or non-being, and yet continually flows as Life itself, transforming its infinite expressions according to causes and conditions. While the “experiences” called birth and death happen every moment, and call forth many different responses, in Reality, separation does not exist. By letting go and dying into the present moment, we continually find Life’s great fullness and its great mystery.

Dorothy Hunt, Spiritual Director of Moon Mountain Sangha, teaches at the request of Adyashanti. She has practiced psychotherapy since 1967 and is the founder of the San Francisco Center for Meditation and Psychotherapy. Self-inquiry, as taught by Ramana Maharshi, led to the first of a series of awakenings. In meeting Adyashanti, she was invited to see beyond identification with the Absolute, allowing dualities to collapse. Dorothy is the author of Only This!, a contributing author to The Sacred Mirror, Listening from the Heart of Silence, and the on-line journal Undivided.

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Deepak Chopra & Madonna – My Burning Heart – Bittersweet (HD) ~updated

Deepak Chopra & Madonna – My Burning Heart – Bittersweet from the ”Love Poems of Rûmi”
My Burning Heart
My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean
my friends have become strangers
and I’m surrounded by enemies
But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am
And in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances
Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world

I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers

written by Rumi, edited by Deepak Chopra, reading by Madonna

In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel

I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow

I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:

Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl

I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you

Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns

Intoxicated by Love
Because of your love
I have lost my sobriety
I am intoxicated
By the madness of love

In this fog
I have become a stranger to myself
I’m so drunk
I’ve lost the way to my house

In the garden
I see only your face
From trees and blossoms
I inhale only your fragrance

Drunk with the ecstasy of love
I can no longer tell the difference
Between drunkard and drink
Between Lover and Beloved

Deepak Chopra & Demi Moore – Rumi – Desire

Enlightening Poems by Rumi

The following poems were written by Jelaluddin Rumi in the 13th Century A.D. His words are often mysterious, yet often refer to his personal search and passionate, intimate connection with the Divine Presence within.

MALA OF THE HEART 108 Sacred Poems

This collection of timeless poetry celebrates the eternal spiritual truth within each heart. Since ancient times, this hidden essence has been symbolized by the number 108. There are 108 earthly desires, 108 human feelings, 108 delusions, 108 beads in the traditional meditation mala, and 108 sacred poems in this anthology.

Filled with crystalline wisdom from the great poets, sages, saints, and mystics, this selection of poems is a collective expression of universal heart-filled wisdom. The poems span a wide range of cultures and civilizations — from India to Europe, Japan, and the Middle East — and each one offers a unique perspective about the path to awakening.

Some of the poems express belief in a higher being. Some convey instantaneous awakening. Others lead the reader down a disciplined path of contemplation.

Ordered according to a broad interpretation of the heart-centered chakra model, these remarkable poems guide the reader toward realization and offer timeless jewels of insight to spark awakening and enrich spiritual practice.

Ravi Nathwani
was born into a business family in East Africa and raised in India in the Vaishnav Hindu tradition, in which Hindu rituals were integrated into daily life from a very young age. He has become a modern-day messenger of a variety of Vedic studies through his lectures and workshops. Since 1998, Ravi has been teaching at Tufts University. He also teaches Wisdom Yoga and Buddhist meditation at JFK University in California. In the Bay Area, Ravi leads satsangs and meditation groups and teaches the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali and the Bhagavad Gita in Yoga teacher trainings. Ravi has an MBA from Boston University and has lived in Bombay, Boston, and London.


Literature Book Review: Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred Poems by Ravi Nathwani, Kate Vogt, Jack Kor…

This is the summary of Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred Poems by Ravi Nathwani, Kate Vogt, Jack Kornfield.

Quotes From Rumi: 1.Knock, and He’ll open the door 2. You Will Not Know Me 3. Didn’t I tell you

A poem by the 13th- century Persian Sufi mystic, Rumi.
Music: Sarah Brightman
“La Califfa” by Sarah Brightman (iTunes)
Sarah Brightman

Rumi: You Will Not Know Me

A poem by the 13th- century Persian Sufi mystic, Rumi.
Music: Armand Amar Featuring Salar Aghili.

Rumi – Didn’t I tell you (music: Valdiv)

I can walk and run and pause and again run for hours with this music …. and get lost in my dreams, in your beauty, in the magnificence of your beauty …… I can close my eyes and imagine all of these too.

The Rumi poem Didn’t I Tell You, is translated by Shahram Shiva.

Robin Williams – “Seize the Day” – by Melodysheep

Published on Aug 20, 2014

A musical tribute to the great Robin Williams.



Dead Poet’s Society
Mrs. Doubtfire
What Dreams May Come
Good Morning Vietnam
Patch Adams


Carpe Diem; Seize the day!
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Strive to find your own voice
Seize the day – look at it in another way

We are members of the human race
And the human race
Is filled with passion
Words and ideas can change the world

The powerful play goes on
And you may contribute a verse
The powerful play goes on
Goes on

I’m a hip old granny who can hip hop be bop
Dance dance dance till you drop drop drop
I’m a hip old granny who can hip hop be bop
Yo yo make a wicked cup of coco

I’m a raptor doing what i can
Gonna eat everything till the appearance of man
Yo yo see me I’m living below the soil
I’ll be back but I’m coming as oil

This is rock and roll
Dance dance dance till you drop drop drop
Cast your eyes to the summer sky
And today – make a wish


Only in their dreams can men be truly free
Twas always thus, and always thus will be

Rumi: Soul Fury: Rumi and Shams Tabriz on Friendship by Coleman Barks

Expected Release: Oct 14, 2014

A seminal collection of poetry from the medieval Sufi mystic—the most popular poet in America—and his “soul friend,” Shams Tabriz, which illuminate the evocative and deeply spiritual dimensions of friendship and love, compiled by the foremost Rumi translator and author of The Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks.

In this stunning translation, Coleman Barks brings to light Rumi’s theme of “love as religion”—that to reach its most profound depths requires mindful practice—as well as love in its most meaningful form: soul friendship. These short poems by both Rumi and Shams Tabriz, rich in beauty and spiritual insight, capture the delight and the impermanence of these bonds that pierce deep into the human mind, heart, and soul.

Rumi’s poetry is honored and enjoyed by many traditions and cultures. Today, many people from all walks of life have moved beyond traditional notions of spirituality, embracing a sense of the sacred that transcends a singular religion, belief, or text. Rumi’s poetry speaks to them and nourishes their divine yearnings. Joyous and contemplative, provocative and playful, Rumi: Soul Fury is a sterling addition to the modern Rumi oeuvre, and is sure to be embraced by his wide and devoted readership.

Soul of the World-Coleman Barks read Rumi

Coleman Barks: Rumi, Grace, and Human Friendship

Tami Simon

Tami Simon’s in-depth audio podcast interviews with leading spiritual teachers and luminaries.
Listen in as they explore their latest challenges and breakthroughs—the “leading edge” of their work.

Tami Simon speaks with Coleman Barks, a leading scholar and translator of the 13th century Persian mystic, Jelaluddin Rumi. Coleman’s work was the subject of an hour-long segment in Bill Moyers’ Language of Life series with PBS. He has published numerous Rumi translations, including with Sounds True the audio programs I Want Burning, Rumi: Voice of Longing, and his new three-CD collaboration with cellist David Darling called Just Being Here: Rumi and Human Friendship.

In this episode, Tami speaks with Coleman about the extraordinary friendship between Rumi and his teacher Shams Tabriz, and how translating Rumi requires entering a trance state. Coleman offers insights on grace as he and Tami listen to selections from Just Being Here. (63 minutes)
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Reduced to Joy ~ Mark Nepo

Mark Nepo is emerging as one of the truly significant writers and thinkers of today. Nepo has a singular way of distilling great truths down to their essence. Moreover, during his cancer journey, Nepo relied on the power of expression and the writing process to keep him tethered to life. In Reduced to Joy, Mark Nepo explores the places where pain and joy are stitched to resilience, uncovering them with deep wisdom, poetic passages and personal revelations. Nepo reminds us all of the secret and sacred places within, forgotten in the noise and chatter of our busy distracted 21st Century lives. Reduced to Joy is a lesson in stillness, in standing in the mystery and, above all, in the work of love.


(for Saba)

When just a pup, I took her into winter.
While Paul photographed the heavy snow,
she, having never run free, circled wildly,
her little nose caked with white.

She slipped and broke the ice. I can still
see her puppy face underwater, looking
for a way out, her tiny paws swatting
at the thick clear deep.

With no thought, I was waist high and
wet, sweeping her into the air. She flew
a good twelve feet and landed with a thud.
She shook and started to shiver. We rubbed
her down for two hours, blowing her with
an old hair dryer. I held her in my shirt,
near my heart, the whole way home.

I’m fourteen years and seven states away
and she has died. My first dog. I close
my eyes and there she is, grown,
sniffing the air in an open field,
smelling things I couldn’t even sense.

How many times I’ve played that day
in the pond: her struggle underwater,
her drying on my chest.

How much that day has shaped my art:
always jumping in and sweeping what
has been baptized in the deep back
into the world, always holding it
near my heart. As if my life
depends on it.


As the wind makes a different song
through the same tree as its branches
break, God makes finer and finer music
through the wearing down of our will.


It’s as if what is unbreakable—
the very pulse of life—waits for
everything else to be torn away,
and then in the bareness that
only silence and suffering and
great love can expose, it dares
to speak through us and to us.

It seems to say, if you want to last,
hold on to nothing. If you want
to know love, let in everything.
If you want to feel the presence
of everything, stop counting the
things that break along the way.

Mark Nepo is a poet and philosopher who has taught in the fields of poetry, health, and spirituality for forty years. A New York Times #1 bestselling author, he has published fourteen books and recorded eight audio projects. Mark has appeared with Oprah Winfrey on her Super Soul Sunday program on OWN TV, and has also been interviewed by Robin Roberts on Good Morning America. His work has been translated into more than twenty languages. Mark keynotes regularly for conferences and corporations, works with healing and medical communities, including chaplains and therapists, speaks and offers workshops for colleges and universities, and leads spiritual retreats.

In 1987, Mark was diagnosed with a rare form of lymphoma. The heart of that journey and its aftermath has greatly informed his work. Ever since, he has been a student of all paths and his work has explored the common center and unity of all spiritual traditions, focusing on how we can experience that unity when we can lean into life and hold nothing back. Ultimately, he explores with others how to live wholeheartedly, so we can inhabit the gifts we are born with and find the language of our own wisdom.

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QUESTION: What inspired you to write this book?

MN: Poems come slowly. They break surface like dolphin after long stretches of going under. So writing a book of poems for me is different than writing my other books. I have to sit when I’m able and try to make heart-sense of what life has been doing to me and with me. Like wringing out a sponge, I squeeze what matters onto the page, let it dry, and see what’s there the next day. One by one, they gather into an instructive whole. All this to say, that by trying to make sense of my own experience, I’ve discovered a theme to the journey, that we are all reduced to joy, worn away of all excess. To survive this, we often need to hold each other up in order to discover and return to what matters. This book explores these essential relationships, which keep shaping me.

QUESTION: Can you speak about the nature of joy and what keeps us from it?
MN: For me, joy is different than happiness. While happiness is a fleeting mood, joy is larger and more lasting than any one feeling. If each feeling is a wave of emotion, then joy is the ocean that holds all feelings. As I get older, I’m coming to realize that joy is central to our knowing peace. It’s one deep way that we access Oneness. I’m also beginning to see that joy is the hum of Oneness. It’s the sensation of being connected to life itself. Another way to speak of joy is to say that it’s the reward for facing our experience. Often, what keeps us from joy is the menacing assumption that life is happening other than where we are. So we are always leaving, running from or running to. What keeps us from joy, then, is often not being where we are and not valuing what is before us.

QUESTION: These poems are gathered from the last thirteen years of your life. How would you describe your journey over these years and how you’ve changed or grown during this time?

MN: With each hardship and loss, friendships matter more and not just with people, but with nature and time and with life itself. This last decade has made me more vulnerable and stronger at the same time. I feel there is less between me and what I experience. I think I’ve been reduced more and more to what is essential, less able to pretend or look away. I still get tripped up by fear and worry and at times forget where I’ve been and who I am. But this is all part of the endless journey. I’ve become a student of things as they are and this has led me to the astonishing guidance that all things are true. I simply have to keep my heart open long enough to discover how.

QUESTION: You talk a lot about “working with what we’re given” as a way to discover a meaningful life. Can you talk more about this?

MN: Try as we do to resist what we’re given, this is only doorway to truth. Not all that we’re given is difficult. There are many blessings and gentle surprises along the way. But we all waste too much time and energy either denying where we find ourselves or fighting where we find ourselves. When what’s before us is always a shy teacher insisting on our attention. I love the great Czech poet Vaclav Havel’s definition of hope as “not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” Working with what we’re given is the mirror to uncovering our true nature.

QUESTION: The final section of the book is called “Falling in Love with the World.” What does this mean and how do we go about living this way?

MN: When we can find the courage and support to be where we are, completely, when we can find the wherewithal to meet what we’re given honestly, when we can see our feelings all the way through, then we open ourselves to an inner form of gravity that has us lean into life rather than pull away. This leaning into life with a fragile bareness awakens us to the tender irreplaceable side of life. It is here that we can’t help but fall in love with the world, in spite of its harshness and unpredictability.

QUESTION: In one of your poems, you refer to “the messy art of facing things” and how we sometimes hurt those closest to us. Why is facing things necessary and how can we go about doing it?

MN: The art of facing things is necessary because without it, we replay our struggles on everything around us. So if you want to lessen the amount of violence in the world, the first thing you can do is to commit to facing what is yours to face. When we don’t own what life brings us, we project our pain onto others. I’ve found over time that the first way for me to gather the courage to face my life is to renew my foundational belief that I will survive the discomfort of psychological and emotional pain. In fact, avoiding inner pain only intensifies it. Somehow I need to risk being reshaped by what I face. And the art of facing things isn’t just difficult and messy. It’s also beautiful and tender. Without facing things and each other, intimacy is not possible. No one knows the secret path to all this. Another reason we need each other.

QUESTION: In another poem, you look at what it means to know something by heart. Can you explain this and why it’s important?

MN:[Excerpt from poem]: To graduate into the world, we are
required to memorize practical and odd things: the number
of feet in a mile, the year Henry VIII beheaded Anne Boleyn,
the degree at which clouds will freeze their rain. But since
death is the mirror we eventually move through, let’s stop
carrying the things we repeat and start holding things
with our eyes.

I’ve been struck by how we’re trained away from direct, unscripted living. It’s interesting, as I mention in the poem, that “to know by heart” has been reduced to memorization. When the original sense of knowing something by heart is to be touched by what we meet so completely that our compassion is awakened. When we memorize things, we live in our heads and tend to track life rather than enter it. To truly know something or someone by heart means we will, no doubt, be changed for the experience. And ultimately, as prepared as we try to be, the goal of life is to be surprised into a greater depth of connection and being. Ironically, to be touched by life, we often have to put down what we know in order to be refreshed and re-vitalized by what we don’t know.

QUESTION: Finally, what do you hope readers will take with them from REDUCED TO JOY?

MN: My hope is that the poems in this book will serve as a threshold to an underlying connection to the greater life we are all a part of. I hope the book will be a resource for the reader when faced with the difficulties of living. I hope the poems will confirm that, no matter the struggle you find yourself in, you are not alone. May these poems be honest companions on the journey to joy.

An Evening with Mark Nepo

Published on Apr 22, 2013

Poetry readings by Mark Nepo at All Saints Church, Pasadena, at 7 p.m. on Sunday, April 21, 2013. For more about All Saints Church visit htt;://

Spun Gold ~ Poetic Reflections of Pure Luminosity By Maren Springsteen

“Spun Gold ~ Poetic Reflections of Pure Luminosity” presents a mandala of poems that point to the Infinite Heart of Spirit you already always are!

Pure Awareness as the eternal canvas allowing consciousness’ play, dreaming or awake, remaining One with no separation possible!

Enjoy your one unchallenged, ever-new, pure essence flowing through these words!
Maren Springsteen has been on a devotional spiritual path for over 20 years, exploring in-depth Christian Mystical teachings, Joel Goldsmith’s “Infinite Way,” Non Duality and Mahayana Buddhism, Sufism, Dozgchen and Zen. She also read with great interest anything consciousness-related, as well as the newest findings in quantum physics. One of her passions is Ancient Egypt’s 18th Dynasty in Amarna and holographic energetic imprints from that era as well as from Tibet and the Inca in Peru are to be found in her heart opening Light poetry.

Her professional background is diverse–she studied Travel, Tourism and North- and Latin America Studies in her hometown Berlin before embarking on what was going to be “one year” traveling the world as a World Wide Flight Attendant for the world’s favourite airline based in London Heathrow.

The year turned into many blissful years, and Maren enjoyed every second of her fascinating job. Literally every continent was explored in an atmosphere of cordial camaraderie with her amazing colleagues, serving their lovely passengers with great dedication and joy.

She eventually stopped flying due to health problems, and, close to passing, experienced a total surrender and radical ongoing awakening. While in hospital, an inner vow spontaneously sprung forth to share beauty and light, without any preference to the form it would take to stay true to this promise.

Having previously volunteered for a book review column and written all of her life, recently non dual, mystical poems started flowing comprised of pure light that became powerful catalysts for living from the awakened heart in sovereignty. With these came the clear seeing and inner guidance that the poems would serve as pointers to integrate awakening fully, energetically anchor and root one’s central light column, and be able to serve anyone, regardless of their background or path, be it a classical Christian background, interest in consciousness research, quantum physics, mysticism, Advaita Vedanta, Mahayana Buddhism or Sufism.

These poems comprise a synergy of pure seeing with felt knowing of the heart center. For more information on the author and her poems please visit, or her blog

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A collaboration with The eloquence of Maren Springsteens prose.
To introduce her new book ‘Spun Gold’.
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In Your Body is the Garden of Flowers – A Tapestry of Tales by Kingsley L. Dennis

‘In Your Body is the Garden of Flowers – A Tapestry of Tales’ is a dreamlike voyage that takes the reader through a multilevel scape of stories that weave together. It is a hazy work of fiction that masks many lucid truths. Nothing seems quite real in these tales, as the reader is taken almost imperceptibly through the door of each one. There are two principle narrative threads running simultaneously; each distinct yet somehow interlinked. As if a metaphor for our current sense of reality, the tales make us question the very validity of our waking hours. Beguiling and enchanting.

About this author
I worked in the Sociology Dept. at Lancaster University, UK, and was a visiting fellow at the Centre for Mobilities Research (CeMoRe) at Lancaster Uni. I am now collaborating with the new paradigm Giordano Bruno GlobalShift University. I am the co-founder of WorldShift International.

Kingsley L. Dennis
This short & poetic book of interweaving tales is one that I have self-published online. Originally I wrote it without the intention of publishing it – letting it lie as a pdf download. I then decided to offer it as a Kindle e-book for those wishing to read it on a device preferable to a pdf! Finally, I have decided to make it available as a print-on-demand paperback – at a very reasonable price: the price of the printing!

It consists of stories within stories – many of them reminiscent of old dervish tales. I have also written two parallel ‘narrative’ threads that weave together….and somehow I have attempted to bring the reader back to the beginning, at the end – and to know the place for the first time (as TS Eliot would say!)….. enjoy the ride….. 🙂

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none of this is real (Mark Riva mix)

A short spoken word extract (by the author Kingsley L. Dennis) from his self-published book ‘In Your Body Is The Garden Of Flowers’ – remixed with music by Mark Riva

none of this is real..

A short spoken word extract (by the author Kingsley L. Dennis) from his self-published book ‘In Your Body Is The Garden Of Flowers’

TEDxPugetSound – David Whyte – Life at the Frontier: The Conversational Nature of Reality

Internationally acclaimed poet David Whyte is an Associate Fellow at Templeton College and Said Business School at the University of Oxford, David works with many European, American and international companies, using poetry and thoughtful commentary to illustrate how we can foster qualities of courage and engagement.

In his talk, David encourages us to remain open to know the dialogue with our surroundings inform and inspire our ideas.

The Meaning : Poetic and Spiritual reflections by Steve Taylor

A collection of poems and pieces of spiritual insight, reflection and guidance in the tradition of Rumi and Walt Whitman. These poems by Steve Taylor show the experiential core of his best-selling books on psychology and spirituality. Written with the precision and descriptive ability of a true poet, the pieces communicate profound truths, and have the power to transmit spiritual experience to the reader. The book also includes an essay by the author on Poetry and Spiritual Experience

Steve Taylor is the author of The Fall, Waking From Sleep, Out of the Darkness and his latest book Back to Sanity. Eckhart Tolle has described his work as ‘an important contribution to the global shift in consciousness.’ Steve is a lecturer in transpersonal psychology at Leeds Metropolitan University in the UK. In 2012 he was included (at no.31) in Mind, Body, Spirit magazine’s list of ‘The 100 most spiritually influential living people.’ He also writes poetry – his first book of poems, The Meaning, has just been published.

The Meaning by Steve Taylor

You can’t explain the meaning

Reduce it to thought or confine it to words

Break it down to basic building blocks

Or trace it back to an origin.

But when you see the meaning, you know it.

Just when you’ve forgotten it existed

You’re driving along the motorway

and turn your head to the side

As if someone’s tapped your shoulder

And it’s there, stretched across the evening sky

Filling the spaces between the clouds.

You open the door to empty the bin

And it’s there, rustling with the wind through the trees

Stroking your face softly like a lover.

You tilt your head back to catch the rain

And it’s there, falling with the infinite silver points

Bringing down benevolence from the sky.

Your eyes spring open in the middle of the night

As if there’s an intruder, an unfamiliar noise

And it’s there – in the dense, rich darkness that fills the room

And the glow of unconscious communion

Around you and your partners’ bodies.

The most familiar forgotten place

Your home from a previous lifetime

A mother’s soothing presence

And her warm enfolding arms.

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In A THOUSAND MORNINGS, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has come to define her life’s work, transporting us to the marshland and coastline of her beloved home, Provincetown, Massachusetts. In these pages, Oliver shares the wonder of dawn, the grace of animals, and the transformative power of attention. Whether studying the leaves of a tree or mourning her adored dog, Percy, she is ever patient in her observations and open to the teachings contained in the smallest of moments.

Our most precious chronicler of physical landscape, Oliver opens our eyes to the nature within, to its wild and its quiet. With startling clarity, humor, and kindness, A THOUSAND MORNINGS explores the mysteries of our daily experience.

About the Author
Born in a small town in Ohio, MARY OLIVER published her first book of poetry in 1963 at the age of twenty-eight. Over the course of her long career, she has received numerous awards. Her fourth book, American Primitive, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984. She has led workshops and held residencies at various colleges and universities, including Bennington College, where she held the Catherine Osgood Foster Chair for Distinguished Teaching. Oliver currently lives in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

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Poems from A Thousand Mornings


All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.


The first time Percy came back
he was not sailing on a cloud.
He was loping along the sand as though
he had come a great way.
“Percy,” I cried out, and reached to him—
those white curls—
but he was unreachable. As music
is present yet you can’t touch it.
“Yes, it’s all different,” he said.
“You’re going to be very surprised.”
But I wasn’t thinking of that. I only
wanted to hold him. “Listen,” he said,
“I miss that too.
And now you’ll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won’t be false, and they won’t be true,
but they’ll be real.”
And then, as he used to, he said, “Let’s go!”
And we walked down the beach together.


Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he’s gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.

From A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver. Copyright 2012 by Mary Oliver. Excerpted with permission of Penguin Group.

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Mary Oliver with Coleman Barks

Mary Oliver’s poetry, with her lyrical connection to the natural world, has firmly established her in the highest realm of American poets. She is renowned for her evocative and precise imagery, which brings nature into clear focus, transforming the everyday world into a place of magic and discovery. Her recent books include Owls and Other Fantasies, Why I Wake Early, and New and Selected Poems, Volume Two. As poet Stanley Kunitz has said, “Mary Oliver’s poetry is fine and deep; it reads like a blessing.” Oliver lives in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Distributed by Tubemogul.

Biden on 9/11: ‘The World Goes On’

The vice president reads a poem by Mary Oliver at ground zero.

1.Come to me my love – A mystic poem composed by Rabindranath Tagore, and recited by Deepak Chopra 2. Nothing Lasts Forever recited by Lisa Bonet

Here is a mystic poem from Gitanjali (Art thou abroad on this stormy night), composed by Rabindranath Tagore, and recited by Deepak Chopra. Music composed and produced by Dave Stewart.

Nothing Lasts Forever – Tagore / Recited by Artist : Lisa Bonet

Nothing lasts forever
No one lives forever
Keep that in mind, and love

Our life is not the same old burden
Our path is not the same long journey
The flower fades and dies
We must pause to weave perfection into music
Keep that in mind, and love

My beloved, in you I find refuge

Love droops towards its sunset
To be drowned in the golden shadows
Love must be called from its play
And love must be born again to be free
Keep that in mind, and love

My beloved, in you I find refuge
Without seeing my love, I cannot sleep

Let us hurry to gather our flowers
Before they are plundered by the passing winds
It quickens our blood and brightens our eyes
To snatch kisses that would vanish
If we delayed

Our life is eager
Our desires are keen
For time rolls by
Keep that in mind, and love

My beloved, in you I find refuge

Beauty is sweet for a short time
And then it is gone
Knowledge is precious
But we will never have time to complete it
All is done and finished
In eternal heaven
But our life here is eternally fresh
Keep that in mind, and love

(Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941)

Lisa Bonet

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