Another Dream of Burial
Sometimes it is a walled garden
with the stone over the entrance
broken and inside it a few
silent dried-up weeds or it may
be a long pool perfectly still
with the clear water revealing
no color but that of the gray
stone around it and once there was
in a painting of a landscape
one torn place imperfectly mended
that showed the darkness under it
but still I have set nothing down
and turned and walked away from it
into the whole world the whole world
perfect love. imperfect life. draws us into living.
inquiry for today~ leave a trail of goodness today…..
Integrity. It’s a powerful word, bestowed upon those deemed to have demonstrated moral values and standards in tune with society’s mores and frequently linked to heroic gestures and acts of bravery. What often goes unnoticed are the small integrity-building actions of everyday life which, left unchecked can disconnect body and mind and affect well-being.
When personal integrity is ignored, the line of communication between actions and gut is muffled. Conversely, practising integrity on a daily basis will strengthen those lines, facilitating a direct dialogue within the self.
When integrity is intact, it’s possible to build the necessary self-trust to listen immediately to soft cues and act in ways perfectly aligned with a desired path.