Friday, March 24, 2006


during this time that i am immersed in editing the words of another author and meeting manuscript deadlines, my own writing sits by waiting patiently, knowing i will return. in my absence, i submit a favorite from hafiz, a poem that feeds me now.

Will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage.

Little by little,
You will turn into stars.

Little by little,
You will turn into
The whole, sweet, amorous Universe.

Love will surely burst you wide open
Into an unfettered, booming new galaxy.

You will become so free
In a wonderful, secret
And pure Love
That flows
From a conscious,
Infinite Light.

Even then, my dear,
The Beloved will have fulfilled
Just a fraction,
Just a fraction!
Of a promise
He wrote upon your heart.

For a divine seed, the crown of destiny,
Is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain
You hold the title to.

O look again within yourself,
For I know you were once the elegant host
To all the marvels in creation.

When your soul begins
To ever bloom and laugh
And spin in Eternal Ecstasy-

O little by little,
You will turn into God.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

you are holy

you sometimes wonder many things of your own self. you try to be right. you want to be beautiful. you wonder if you are good, or at least as good as you believe you ought to be. you are truly and deeply all of these things. even more than right and beautiful and good, you are holy. you are holy. you are holy.

last year I explored the meaning of holy and of being holy (
here) and found the definition to be "sacred, belonging to or coming from God." today i searched a little more and found the definition to be "set apart for the worship or service of God." dear one, you are holy, and i am holy. we are sacred, coming from and belonging to God. too, we are set apart for the worship or service of God. our work is holy. someone once said to me "cleaning bathrooms is holy work and cleaning the temple is holy work; either all of it is holy or none of it is holy." this is true, the work that is placed in our hands is holy work, and we are holy. the challenge, though, is in our becoming aware of and living up to our own holiness.

a treasured friend suggested holy means "being whole and bringing all the unloved parts of oneself into Oneness" and expressed his desire to become so. i asked that he take a closer look. we are in the sight of God a whole and complete being, even in our brokenness. perhaps, even, because of our brokenness. (God sees us as we Are; only we see the perceived imperfection.)

a friend of mine, an author of several books, often uses a metaphor from an experience of her own. she once had a car accident that gave her an injury, an injury that later led to her growing and deepening. in the accident a valuable vessel on the seat next to her was also injured (although the crack in the vessel and the crack in her shoulder did not become apparent to her until some time later.) she uses the illustration of the cracked vessel as one that without its crack cannot let the light in or let the light flow outward. where we are broken is where our Light can shine. our brokenness is for a purpose, and our being not whole (or perceiving that we are not whole, for in truth we are whole but not conscious of it) is a gift to God and the Universe and to our own selves. we do not "become" holy by becoming whole, we become whole because we re-cognize we are already holy. i feel it so clearly yet i am sometimes uncertain if the deep things i feel are expressed in a way that others can feel them too.

you are deeply, wonderfully holy, set apart for and emanating from God. holy is your state of being. holiness is your Truth.

one could suggest that believing in being already holy would lead to one no longer making an effort to live a holy life. however, recognizing one's self is Holy does not bring careless attention to living a pure life, but rather, the more deeply we recognize our own holiness, the more deeply it is reflected in our compassion and in our purity of living. true knowing that we are Holy brings its true reflection. this has unfolded beautifully for me. as i come from the belief in a separate authoritarian God and a fire-and-brimstone hell and come to recognize my Holiness, i discover greater depths of integrity. i have been surprised to discover greater devotion to integrity now that it comes from within rather than its being to avoid something without. our work is to come to see our own Holiness.

please know you are beautifully and wonderfully holy.

you are holy.

Saturday, March 11, 2006


it used to be
i found myself in storms
and in their passing
devastation was my lot

i buoyed myself
built my strength
sought to find a way
that i may persevere
and remain intact

when storms arrived
i fought
only to find
wrestling with the winds
even with newfound strength
left me spent, beaten
broken inside

time passed
(as she so eloquently does)
and today i noted
storms come and go
and raging winds
seem no bigger than whispers
and in fact
what once were gales
tearing through my soul
now seem but friends
who join me from time to time
on my own path

i looked inside
at how life has changed
and wondered for a moment
what might have made the difference
and i saw
it was not greater resistance
that has changed the way things are
for bracing myself against the storms
didn't bring about this change
but instead
this new way
of no longer breaking from the wind
came from my finally recognizing
that i
am the storm

photography by permission cindy lee jones

returned home

i have been traveling and am now safely returned home. my travels were lovely, truly so.

some of you wrote inquiring about my absence, and i thank you for the care, for the concern, for this reflection of your friendship. you are deeply meaningful to me and i love that you are part of my world. thank you, too, for letting me know you long for my writing. you are my blessing. you are my joy.

in the same love you have shown me, i pray you are blessed with safety, with peace, and with much happiness.

diana christine