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Friday, May 1, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Pause
This is the second day I am asked to pause.
I don't like this task, have had too much
forced pause these last years.
I pushed too hard, hurt my body,
and now it necessitates that I stop,
so that it can recover from my living.
Not interested in the lessons offered.
Just want to rest this day and not fall
into intellectual or emotional malaise.
I don't like this task, have had too much
forced pause these last years.
I pushed too hard, hurt my body,
and now it necessitates that I stop,
so that it can recover from my living.
Not interested in the lessons offered.
Just want to rest this day and not fall
into intellectual or emotional malaise.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Remember
‘Who are you, really?’ Gaia queries. ‘And, why are you here?’
‘I AM,’ I start. ‘I chose to incarnate into this being.’ I can remember that much.
‘Yet, the currents of this life wash
around me, throw me off balance, turn me upside down. So, when finally I face the sky and fill my
lungs with precious chi, I have forgotten who I AM.’
‘Then, I struggle, and I cry, and I scream
to the empty sky, “Who am I?! Am I real?
What is the purpose? Does my worth surpass all the sorrow, the
disappointment, the anger, that fills my heart?
Can the love from which I was birthed rescue me from the dark corners of
my soul?!”’
‘The answer, my
child,’ smiles Gaia, ‘is yes.’
‘Quiet yourself, find stillness,’ she
continues. ‘Hear the whisper of the
wind. Feel the cool waters at your feet. Remember.’
‘Remember who you really are.
Remember why you came here. Know that everything is as it should be. Know that you are the glory of the Creator,
manifest here, now. You are a gift. You are love incarnate.’
‘The pain, the challenges, the
questions, come to you as sacred offerings, as gifts given for your ascension,
as hints to help you remember, as the soil from which you can grow to fulfill
the promise of who you are.’
So, I strive to find quiet in my mind,
to unbind my heart
of its many veils,
to open my body,
heart, mind, soul,
to bear witness to the mystery of life.
For, the moments that fill our days
carry the gifts of
wisdom and grace,
and the keys to answer the questions,
‘Who are you, really?’ and ‘Why
are you here?’
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
To Honor Life
It has been two weeks since the heart surgery.
I was in the hospital until Day 5, during which
they sent me home, loaded with prescriptions,
instructions, my heart pillow, and a new heart.
It happened so fast, one moment was yesterday,
the next was tomorrow, the next only memories
remain on the field where life and death bandied.
This time still has my name inscribed upon it.
One more day, year, decade, I can not know.
But I am here, so there is more for me to do.
With profound gratitude,
I kneel in honor of life,
bind myself to the mystery.
Mind, body, soul, all of me.
I was in the hospital until Day 5, during which
they sent me home, loaded with prescriptions,
instructions, my heart pillow, and a new heart.
It happened so fast, one moment was yesterday,
the next was tomorrow, the next only memories
remain on the field where life and death bandied.
This time still has my name inscribed upon it.
One more day, year, decade, I can not know.
But I am here, so there is more for me to do.
With profound gratitude,
I kneel in honor of life,
bind myself to the mystery.
Mind, body, soul, all of me.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Hear the Universe Whisper
When you are quiet, absolutely quiet,
you can hear the universe whisper.
Quieting your voice is the first step.
Then you quiet the prattling mind.
Quiet the impoverished stories.
Quell the cancerous emotions.
Yes, becoming quiet is a practice.
But, when you find your quiet,
you can hear God.
In that quiet,
you are gifted awareness,
you see beyond and into,
you feel profound peace,
you witness Spirit move.
You feel the breath of life
flowing, filling, washing,
gifting, loving, birthing.
It is all sacred, all of it.
It is all around all of us.
Every day, each moment.
Become quiet, totally quiet.
Hear the universe whisper.
you can hear the universe whisper.
Quieting your voice is the first step.
Then you quiet the prattling mind.
Quiet the impoverished stories.
Quell the cancerous emotions.
Yes, becoming quiet is a practice.
But, when you find your quiet,
you can hear God.
In that quiet,
you are gifted awareness,
you see beyond and into,
you feel profound peace,
you witness Spirit move.
You feel the breath of life
flowing, filling, washing,
gifting, loving, birthing.
It is all sacred, all of it.
It is all around all of us.
Every day, each moment.
Become quiet, totally quiet.
Hear the universe whisper.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
the Sacred Dance
Your soul calls, listen!
You are not alone, never!
Crying, sobbing, the pain
as fresh as the first slash,
blood, bright red, gushing.
Tears, hopelessness, fear.
Alone, dark, no way out.
Nightmare seething, here.
So many years, so much work,
yet still, the horror grips me.
And still, I have no answers.
'Surrender,' I hear.
'Allow, feel, see...
See into, beyond, through.'
'Let go the worn-out stories.
Their truths deceive, distract.
There is another truth, beneath.'
'Be quiet, breath deeply, surrender.
It is time to lay bare the wound.
Allow the healing, allow the love.'
'Remember all you have learned.
Know that you are never alone.
Believe your greater good is here.'
'It is precious, wrapped, waiting.
All you need do is to surrender
totally and allow. Then witness...'
'I AM the Sacred Dance.'
You are not alone, never!
Crying, sobbing, the pain
as fresh as the first slash,
blood, bright red, gushing.
Tears, hopelessness, fear.
Alone, dark, no way out.
Nightmare seething, here.
So many years, so much work,
yet still, the horror grips me.
And still, I have no answers.
'Surrender,' I hear.
'Allow, feel, see...
See into, beyond, through.'
'Let go the worn-out stories.
Their truths deceive, distract.
There is another truth, beneath.'
'Be quiet, breath deeply, surrender.
It is time to lay bare the wound.
Allow the healing, allow the love.'
'Remember all you have learned.
Know that you are never alone.
Believe your greater good is here.'
'It is precious, wrapped, waiting.
All you need do is to surrender
totally and allow. Then witness...'
'I AM the Sacred Dance.'
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
A Christmas Wish
My Christmas tree sat for several weeks
without an adornment for its crown.
The traditional adornment just
didn't feel right.
So, as with all things these days,
I waited and watched to see
what Spirit brought forth.
This morning, I knew what belonged
in this place of honor. It is my
statue of Quan Yin.
Quan Yin is the feminine countenance of the Buddha.
She is the goddess of love, mercy and compassion.
One story of Quan Yin features her
about to enter the gates of Paradise.
She heard a cry of anguish from earth,
and in the compassion that is Quan Yin,
she renounced her reward of bliss eternal
to stand watch over those earthbound souls.
She stands ever at the ready to soothe
broken hearts, touch gently those who cry,
love without condition all who walk in this life.
She represents to me the spirit of this season.
Unconditional love, compassion, kindness, mercy.
Tender, gentle, sweet love for all earth-bound souls.
None are left untouched by her love.
None have the wrong beliefs.
None are judged unworthy.
None have to deserve it.
All
All of us
Every last one
is gifted with love,
compassion, mercy.
All of us.
This is what Christmas means to me.
Nothing else matters, only love.
So Quan Yin sits atop my tree
this season, holding me and all
in simple, gentle, life-giving love.
May she touch your heart this season.
May you witness and feel and share peace.
May you feel unconditional love and kindness.
May your beliefs guide you to wisdom and grace.
Namaste
without an adornment for its crown.
The traditional adornment just
didn't feel right.
So, as with all things these days,
I waited and watched to see
what Spirit brought forth.
This morning, I knew what belonged
in this place of honor. It is my
statue of Quan Yin.
Quan Yin is the feminine countenance of the Buddha.
She is the goddess of love, mercy and compassion.
One story of Quan Yin features her
about to enter the gates of Paradise.
She heard a cry of anguish from earth,
and in the compassion that is Quan Yin,
she renounced her reward of bliss eternal
to stand watch over those earthbound souls.
She stands ever at the ready to soothe
broken hearts, touch gently those who cry,
love without condition all who walk in this life.
She represents to me the spirit of this season.
Unconditional love, compassion, kindness, mercy.
Tender, gentle, sweet love for all earth-bound souls.
None are left untouched by her love.
None have the wrong beliefs.
None are judged unworthy.
None have to deserve it.
All
All of us
Every last one
is gifted with love,
compassion, mercy.
All of us.
This is what Christmas means to me.
Nothing else matters, only love.
So Quan Yin sits atop my tree
this season, holding me and all
in simple, gentle, life-giving love.
May she touch your heart this season.
May you witness and feel and share peace.
May you feel unconditional love and kindness.
May your beliefs guide you to wisdom and grace.
Namaste
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