Quality Ingredients

Look at what you’re eating
and realize that it’s actually eating you
This sickness that needs treating
Was hiding in our fare, who knew?
Our soul diets need completing
now that we know,
we have to focus on the break through
that is a monumental meeting
manifesting in the shift
towards healthy love, life, and food!

Cirrus Sky

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Oh I like you,
You’ve tickled me Like a feather
You’re an out of the blue,
electrifying lightning strike,
From a crystal sky,
In this gorgeous weather!

Capacity

these games of seperation
are enemies of the majesty
feeding voraciously,
consuming ferociously
growing exponentially
now more than ever
we need you tremendously
to fight the good fight couragesly
help us end this tragedy
with your philantrophy
recognition of non duality
and inherent spirituality
whilst loving universally
in this emerging reality

Feeding time

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Never judge what has been done or what we may do
Just feed the animals and be prepared to get fed too
Because you can never be too sure of which side of the bars your on
In these little trips to the zoo

Death is a transition…

Death has not been as proximal to me as it has been to others.  I have never lived in a war zone, I did not have friends succumb to violence in youth, my grandparents, parents, sibling, and spouse are either alive or have transitioned at a ripe old age.  However, this year two friends, both in their middle thirties and who I had been very close to several years ago, passed away.  Whenever death makes a showy appearance it causes me to reflect on impermanace and transition.

My husband, one of my greatest teachers, refers to death as the great equalizer–it is the one experience we are all guaranteed to partake in. However, it is also the one we have no concrete information on… we will only know when we arrive.

Here arises the question, how do we best prepare for this unavoidable journey? One place is with an understanding of the concept of avidya— the primal ignorance of identification with what is not who we are.

Bindu

The Himalayan Tradition holds to the belief that, to the uniformed individual, what we appear to be and what we truly are is often misunderstood. What we are, according to this nondual tradition, is eternal, perfect, pure consciousness. What we appear to be is temporary, greatly flawed, and governed by the laws of the physical world–avidya is this misidentification.

How do we begin to dissolve the grip of avidya, the first step is knowing of it’s existence. The second is through our meditation and adjunct practices.

In meditation, we, initially, set down the false identities that are closer to the surface: teacher, student, asana instructor. Gradually progressing to the deeper ones: wife, mother, woman. Eventually to the deepest ones: human, fearful, temporary.

Many traditions discuss practicing for death– I particularly resonate with the sibling tradtion of Tibetan Buddhism and their “Death Meditations“.  The Himalayan Tradition explains we must be a scientist “an interior researcher“– we musn’t subscribe to a belief because of blind faith– we must develop experiential knowledge.  We can lightly knock on the entrance to deaths door by moving into the causal plane of consciousness with Yoga Nidra in savasana (the one asana that no one seems to translate into English “corpse pose”); or, we can move into superconsciousness with meditation and experience the Silence of the Center.  Although these are temproary states, little by little one develops a knowing that these states are closer to our intrinsic one.

I have no intention of belittling the grief that we experince with the “passing” of a loved one through the veil.  However, as this transition is inevitable for all of us it would behoove us to be as comfortable and unafraid of this journey as possible.

 

The Snowflake

Snowflake
Time after time
The ether is my home
It is vast and formless
My dwelling is the wide open spaces that exist between nucleus and electrons.
My actions are those that give shape to the boundless.
Color and run down these walls
Building the castle of our experience
Playing house to the psyche
Cheffing up the healthy meal that is our sustenance
Eat with me.
Share the nutritious handshake that grows your hair and sculpts your muscles
Use this energy to play the game of life and produce the epic known as love to polish off this great work.
Hold my hand and put this effort to rest as we sharpen our instruments and prepare to cut infinity into a billion,
billion snowflakes that blanket the perceivable world in a beauty so unique,
that this moment will never exist this precisely perfect again.
The chaos has no choice but to give way, it will hold its current incarnation
just a moment before spinning into a brand new snow storm cold, powerful, and matchless in its infinite splendor

Angler

The line is slung with bait to attract all manners of men

Trying to hook those that are swimming along aimlessly or too fast

So if you see it and feel so compelled take a bite of zen

And join me in the fringes, blissing with the outcasts

The Pinnacle of the Three Streams

The Three Streams

Sometimes you learn a technique, teaching, or explanation that cannot be trumped.  I was on Facebook reading a fellow teachers notes and they reminded me of Swami Jnaneshvara’s succinct cumulative definition of Yoga.  Since it is not something that can be intellectualized, this definition is comprised of a few ways to gain a mote of “comprehension” of something that is purely experiential.  I have added links to every one of the Sanskrit terms.  Learning these relationships is a great asset in the development of a Yoga Meditation practice.  Thank you, Swami J, for your compilation.  (The full text from which this definition is drawn can be found here)

Traditionally, Yoga (Sanskrit: union) has referred to the realization through direct experience of the preexisting union between the microcosm of individuality and the macrocosm of universality, Atman and Brahman, Jivatman and Paramatman, and Shiva and Shakti, or the realization of Purusha standing alone as separate from Prakriti.

Yoga is the union of the

– Microcosm of individuality and the

– Macrocosm of universality

Yoga is the union of

Prana vayu (the upward flowing prana) and

– Apana vayu (the downward flowing prana)

Yoga is the union of

Atman (Center of consciousness, Self; Vedanta) and

– Brahman (Absolute reality; Vedanta)

Yoga is the union of

Jivatman (Soul as consciousness plus traits; Vedanta) and

– Paramatman: (Self/soul as only consciousness; Vedanta)

Yoga is the union of

Shiva (Static, latent, unchanging, masculine; Tantra) and

– Shakti (Active, manifesting, changing, feminine; Tantra)

Yoga is the dis-union of

Purusha (Untainted consciousness; Sankyha-Yoga) and

– Prakriti (Primordial, unmanifest matter; Sankyha-Yoga)

 

Journey to the New AGE

Sri Yantra

Some use the old adage others are hampered by a blockage

still more complain of the contest’s early stoppage.

It used to be about all types of suffrage

or the top quality of your package

but thankfully that unique carnage

has given way to a growing spiritual assemblage.

The great advantage of our marriage to each other

and our growing courage

is releasing us from bondage, giving us strength as the right arm

or should I say appendage

of a collective that is our right and our secret heritage.

This is not the hopeless wreckage.

It is the total package

waiting for you and I to manage our miscarriage

and unpack our baggage.

What waits for us? Only limitless advantage

and the demise of outrage as we celebrate a brand new image,

and the obsolescence of preface as we engage in this great and complex voyage

that will lead us to love and ultimately safe passage into the new frontier of a

perfect AGE

The Archer

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Arrows fly as do accusations.
Spirits soar to meet expectations
Fingers no longer point
Because the archer’s aim was true.

A collective gasp is heard
And panic ensues
Hard to walk across these floors
Because they’re littered with the corpses of dinosaurs
With arrows protruding from their eyes.

Tripping the antiques that don’t share in the indigo hues
that the elevator brought down to change the faces of the bright red blues.

Was all this murder necessary just so we could recognize peace?
It seems so,
It bleeds so ,
As it continues to bring us to our knees.

One day we’ll get back on our feet,
Find a new color to anoint
Something that deciphers these words for their reader
But for now we will have to adhere to the glorious wisdom of our money,  politicians, and so-called religious leaders.