Did you know the word "spirit" means "breath"?

shooting star

lightshooting star,
against the black, black sky,
you delight me,
yet my eyes still hunt for more
my heart wants to feel again.
another and another,
please another…

there you are!
yet when i close my eyes to
look inside me,
i see oceans and oceans
of light in motion, i swim
in an endless sea of light
and i am filled.

Patricia Robinett 2013

Posted: August 14th, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Light, Poetry | No Comments »

Someone asked me to describe Knowledge…

Light is flowing, moving, glowing,
never stopping, always going,
I am caught in endless movement
tho I sit still in my room. I twirl
and swirl to and fro and love and
love and love and love… I breathe
and live and give the love that moves me.
It is my source, my destiny,
my everything… I need nothing.
© Patricia Robinett 2010

Posted: September 2nd, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Knowledge, My Story, Poetry | No Comments »

The Word versus words

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the Word of God stands forever.”
Isaiah 40:8

There is the Word of God — and then there are words. But human words, however poetic or beautiful, have limits. They are not forever.

Words are abstractions, symbols of symbols. New words are added to dictionaries and old words fall out of style. Languages begin and end.  Books aew written and published but they do not endure. Neither words, nor languages nor books are forever.

And yet, with all their limitations, the lovely words that sing to us of the glorious divine presence, caress our hearts and something within us begins to yearn for the powerful, loving Forever scriptures speak of.  Something in us begins to stir. We want to find the wonder we forgot, to reclaim the secret we have lost.  Something in us begins to long for the Word that is forever, the Word that we were created by and in the likeness of… before we had a body.

People, places, things, words, concepts, philosophies — all things physical, mental and emotional — are temporary. They come and go. Anything that had a beginning will have an end. Even this planet will disappear in time.

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Genesis 3:19

So tell me. please.. Is it possible that a thimble can hold the ocean? Can our minds hold the Infinite? Can finite words deliver to us the omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, eternal… the Word that was in the beginning… before there was a world… before language even began?  Or do we need to go further, to our hearts, to find what we are looking for? Is it as all the scriptures promise — within us?  Our birthright is to know for ourselves, the Forever, to not settle for mere words.

The Word that can be spoken is not the eternal Word.
Tao te Ching

What Word could that be?  Let’s ask that question from our heart of hearts leave all words behind.  Let us determine to know and enjoy daily the Word which is forever.

Posted: July 20th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Poetry, Tao, Word | No Comments »

Whirling in the stillness

As waves upon my head the circling curl,
so in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl.
Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be.
Burn in this flame — is not the candle He?

There is a way of sitting very still and being taken up into a wonderful inner whirling.

It is this inner experience, it appears, that Rumi was trying to express in all his poetry… like candles, incense, bells and gongs, stained glass windows and magnificent pillars and spires — all are merely reminiscent of a transcendent inner experience that we try to convey with physical outer expressions.  “It’s a bit like this…”

The only problem is, in the outer everything that has a beginning will have an end, and therefore all things come and go and don’t really get us where we want to be… all the way back to the beauty from which we were created.

The Real Thing, on the other hand, far exceeds our highest hopes and wishes.  We can know it but we cannot describe how beautiful Reality is, for the human mind is only a thimble to the vast ocean and cannot hold it.

To know the Forever is our birthright. Happiness grounded in what never was born and will never die is certain, regardless of our ability to physically whirl and twirl.  What is ultimately Real is accessible even for the crippled, blind or deaf.  There is a truly universal experience that has no limits — anyone can have it all, always, regardless of personal circumstances.

Then Jesus answering said unto them,
Go your way, and tell John what things ye have seen and heard;
how that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed,
the deaf hear, the dead are raised, to the poor the gospel is preached.

It is beyond the body.

Posted: July 19th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Happiness, Knowledge, Poetry, Rumi, Senses | No Comments »