Rubai One - Bruce Moody
Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regret so in the exterpation of thought that innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what it is.
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Rubai One - Bruce Moody
Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regret so in the extirpation of thought innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what it is. The nickname of God is NOW.
Timber - Bruce Moody
Fortunate is the hour when you stumbled and fell down into this. Never stand again. On your knees remain where the earth is, where the fire is ever-ready and the air ever-clear, water, and the stones of God. For the Woods Of Error are the wood of the real, chosen for us as the color of your soul. Lie where forgiveness lies, make love to that. For there is nothing else but gratitude-which is what all your longing was for.
Timber - Bruce Moody
Fortunate is the hour when you stumbled and fell down into this. Never stand again. On your knees remain where the earth is, where the fire is ever-ready and the air ever-clear, water, and the stones of God. For the Woods of Error are the words of the real, chosen for us as the color of your soul. Lie where forgiveness lies, make love to that. For there is nothing else but gratitude, which is what all your longing was for.
Rubai One - Bruce Moody
Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regreat so in the extirpation of though innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what is is. The nickname of God is Now.
Timber - Bruce Moody
Fortunate is the hour when you stumbled and fell down into this. Never stand again. On your knees remain where the earth is, where the fire is ever-ready and the air ever-clear, water, and the stones of God. For the Woods of Error are the woods of the real, chosen for us as the color of your soul. Lie where forgiveness lies, make love to that. For there is nothing else but gratitude, which is what all your longing was for.