“Companionship” | Anthony Satori
“When the faith is strong enough, it is sufficient just to be. It’s a journey towards simplicity, towards quietness, towards a kind of joy that is not in time.”
— Ram Dass
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Mystical Energy
“Mystical Energy” | Anthony Satori
There is a mystical energy in the universe. It lives all around us. It vibrates just beneath the surface of everything that is good in the world. It nourishes us through nature, beauty, compassion and love — through art, empathy, kindness and wonder. This mystical energy is the elixir of the universe. It can expand our consciousness and give our existence infinite new layers of meaning and beauty, if we allow it to.
A Pathway in the Mind
“Be Love” | Anthony Satori
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
— Henry David Thoreau
Peaceful Afternoon
“Peaceful Afternoon” | Anthony Satori
“The more one meditates upon good thoughts, the better will be one’s world and the world at large.”
— Confucius
The Simple Things
“The Simple Things” | Anthony Satori
“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has the power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.”
— Eleonora Duse
Long, Warm and Beautiful
“Warm Horizon” | Anthony Satori
“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.”
— Khalil Gibran
Do you see the world in light and dark, or in a myriad of colors and shades? When you see a glow on the horizon, does your heart smile, knowing that the Sun is just behind the mountain? Does it give you comfort to realize that there is a life-giving force just outside of view, whose energy and heat will return again and again to nourish and warm our world?
Here is the essence: the Sun will return in the morning whether we believe in it or not. The only real consequence of choosing whether or not you believe is how long, lonely and cold your night will be. If you choose not to have faith, when the Sun returns in the morning you will feel relieved, and possibly remorseful for the unnecessary sadness you endured. If you choose to have faith, however, when the Sun returns in the morning you will greet it with joy and with a knowing smile, because you will have continued to feel its light and its warmth all through the night, in your heart, in your memory, and in your anticipation of its return.
Much in the same way, the Universe is a compassionate and creative consciousness, whether we believe in it or not. It touches our Spirit again and again, warming us, nourishing us, and guiding us, continuously. The only difference between believing in its benevolent influence or not is how long, lonely and cold our night will be.
So have faith, my friends. The Sun is just behind the mountain. Let’s make the night long and warm and beautiful.
Soothing Accents
“A Quiet Place” | Anthony Satori
“The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.”
— Mary Shelley
In the Dew of Little Things
“Warm Sunshine” | Anthony Satori
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
— Khalil Gibran
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
“The Rain” | Anthony Satori
“Feel the rain on your skin / No one else can feel it for you / Only you can let it in / No one else, no one else / Can speak the words on your lips / Drench yourself in words unspoken / Live your life with arms wide open / Today is where your book begins / The rest is still unwritten.”
— Natasha Bedingfield
The Glory of Expression
“The Trumpet Man” | Anthony Satori
“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.”
— Walt Whitman
A man walked out onto the beach, unpacked his things, and began to play his trumpet. The sweet, muted tones of his soulful melodies sang out for anyone who would listen. The place he sat was the same concrete bench that had been there before. Around him was the same sand, the same lamp post, the same air. But now, in this space where there had been no music, there was now music. Now, all the rollerbladers and the volleyball players, the sunbathers and the beachgoers, they all had a soundtrack playing around them. This is the art of art. This is the glory of expression. This is simplicity.
