11 October 2011
Journeyed...
'Who am I when I am living fully in my truth?' I ask.
In return, 'What is your truth?'
'To give of myself to those who are oppressed...
and to my children.'
A god dressed in gold and crimson appears before me.
He has eight arms, all moving in synchronicity,
doing everything simultaneously.
It is amazing to see him accomplish so much
just sitting there!
Then, I look at myself and see only two arms.
I am disappointed, discouraged.
'You can't do it all. You are just human.
You can not be all things to all people'.
A path of white sand appears before me, moving off
into the distance.
I know it is mine, but I am not supposed to be walking.
'Who am I when I am walking fully in my truth?
What is my truth?
What is my truth?'
'Stay focused, pull your energy in,
renew it through meditation,
stay centered,
stay focused.'
Reaction - mine - my own fears, insecurities, disbelief -
raise their heads, ready to lash out at me,
deride me, smash me into a million pieces,
steal my dream,
devour my hope.
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
Compassion, love
'You have seen the darkness inside your self.
Gather the courage to witness it in full
so that you may grow in wisdom.
Witness, be still, witness.
Don't analyze or move to solutions.
Dare to be a full and honest witness to
that which exists in your darkness.
Perhaps, you have become attached
to the terrors that hide in your darkness.
In that attachment, you give them your power.
Witness the attachment.
Witness.'
I step into the darkness.
The emaciated, angry spirit therein
has been raised from its slumber
and awaits in gluttonous hunger.
Seething, chanting,
'You can't, you aren't, you won't, how dare you?!'
'You are a failure. You are a disappointment.'
Frightened, falling, falling,
deeper into the abyss;
the vicious scream of the spirit
forever laughing in my head.
I land at the bottom of the never-ending abyss
and see there the ultimate failure...
I have failed God.
I have wasted my life.
I have left my calling unfulfilled...
Lost in a profusion of
self loathing,
disgust, disappointment, shame.
'Be still and know that I Am.'
Falling, falling, captured by my own self loathing...
'Be still and know that I Am.'
Be still
Be still
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
'Be who you want to be,
Follow your path.
Do what you will.
You can NEVER disappoint me.
Be still and know that I Am.
I Am
I Am
I Am
You Are...
What you do or don't...doesn't matter.
Who you are or not...doesn't matter.
All that matters it that
You Are.
Because You Are,
I love you.
You can never
disappoint me.'
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
'Know that I Am.
Know that You Are.'
Ohm mani padme hum
Ohm mani padme hum
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Beauty
18 July 2011
Remember, there is exquisite beauty in this world and life.
Remember, also, that it differs from the misconstrued image
painted by our society.
Beauty shines
on the wings of a bee adorned with pollen,
in the expectant eyes of a two-year-old,
on the brow of an aged woman,
in the sweat of a day's toil,
on the simple product of inexpert handiwork,
in the dreams that own your heart,
on the wings of thought,
in the courage to step forward into the life that lies before you,
in the wisdom gained through years of trying, failing and learning,
in the simple breath that enlivens each and every living being,
in the hope for tomorrow,
and the tears for yesterday.
Beauty - all round us - is us - is in our creation.
Remember, there is exquisite beauty in this world and life.
Remember, also, that it differs from the misconstrued image
painted by our society.
Beauty shines
on the wings of a bee adorned with pollen,
in the expectant eyes of a two-year-old,
on the brow of an aged woman,
in the sweat of a day's toil,
on the simple product of inexpert handiwork,
in the dreams that own your heart,
on the wings of thought,
in the courage to step forward into the life that lies before you,
in the wisdom gained through years of trying, failing and learning,
in the simple breath that enlivens each and every living being,
in the hope for tomorrow,
and the tears for yesterday.
Beauty - all round us - is us - is in our creation.
Change
25 May 2011
So, it would be on this day.
I am here alone, packing those things
that are so very important to me.
The sadness floods in,
the flood gates bulge,
the tears want to flow.
But, I have to keep moving forward.
Some part of me knows that so profoundly -
it is my truth.
To what or where I am moving,
I still have no idea.
I don't know what clothes to keep or
what of my belongings will come with me.
Hollow, alone feeling.
Feeling all alone.
So, it would be on this day.
I am here alone, packing those things
that are so very important to me.
The sadness floods in,
the flood gates bulge,
the tears want to flow.
But, I have to keep moving forward.
Some part of me knows that so profoundly -
it is my truth.
To what or where I am moving,
I still have no idea.
I don't know what clothes to keep or
what of my belongings will come with me.
Hollow, alone feeling.
Feeling all alone.
Spirit is Calling
I want to understand the dragon from a new perspective.
I want to see differently.
I want my mind to evolve, so I can witness these events
and see something new
a way forward
entirely new from paths we've previously trodden
as humankind.
I feel called to change the molecules in my brain
to re-wire my neurological pathways
to re-set the synapses
to re-fire
there is something different to see
a new way to understand
a path forward
that feels tantalizingly close,
teasing my curiosity,
testing my resolve,
demanding that I clean, clear, open, release
because I get in my own way,
blind myself to the information coming to me
lose myself in past pain
Spirit is challenging, calling
I can hear.
Can I follow?
I want to see differently.
I want my mind to evolve, so I can witness these events
and see something new
a way forward
entirely new from paths we've previously trodden
as humankind.
I feel called to change the molecules in my brain
to re-wire my neurological pathways
to re-set the synapses
to re-fire
there is something different to see
a new way to understand
a path forward
that feels tantalizingly close,
teasing my curiosity,
testing my resolve,
demanding that I clean, clear, open, release
because I get in my own way,
blind myself to the information coming to me
lose myself in past pain
Spirit is challenging, calling
I can hear.
Can I follow?
the 'Perfect Storm'
Is a dragon not a snake uncoiled?
Venom in its eyes,
lusting for our death,
flying great circles above the clouds
to create the tempest
that smashes against our shores
tears apart our homes
and reduces our lives
to that of simple
breath.
Venom in its eyes,
lusting for our death,
flying great circles above the clouds
to create the tempest
that smashes against our shores
tears apart our homes
and reduces our lives
to that of simple
breath.
20 March 2011
The last few days have been difficult for me - mostly emotionally, but also physically. I awoke with a roaring in my head yesterday. It lasted five hours and cleared only during yoga. Any sound I heard amplified the roaring and created echoes inside my head. Sounds as gentle as taking paper off a toilet roll exploded and vibrated against the inside of my skull. When people talked, I had to struggle to hear them.
Then, I had a vision of a person tied to the outside of the nuclear reactor, and I saw people swarming in chaos beneath it.
That the beast we have flirted with for so long has finally unleashed its terrible power upon this world is no surprise to me. It, really, was just a matter of time. It is taking its course now, fueled by the natural forces that circulate the air and water all round this tiny planet.
We cannot escape the poisons it is already depositing in our bodies.
Every breath, every drink, we ingest the death we thought, in our arrogance, that we could control.
The last few days have been difficult for me - mostly emotionally, but also physically. I awoke with a roaring in my head yesterday. It lasted five hours and cleared only during yoga. Any sound I heard amplified the roaring and created echoes inside my head. Sounds as gentle as taking paper off a toilet roll exploded and vibrated against the inside of my skull. When people talked, I had to struggle to hear them.
Then, I had a vision of a person tied to the outside of the nuclear reactor, and I saw people swarming in chaos beneath it.
That the beast we have flirted with for so long has finally unleashed its terrible power upon this world is no surprise to me. It, really, was just a matter of time. It is taking its course now, fueled by the natural forces that circulate the air and water all round this tiny planet.
We cannot escape the poisons it is already depositing in our bodies.
Every breath, every drink, we ingest the death we thought, in our arrogance, that we could control.
This Day
This day is like no other.
Why?
Because, on this day
we can stand up and say,
'Stop!'
And, they will listen.
Why?
Because, on this day
we can stand up and say,
'Stop!'
And, they will listen.
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