Right Now I am an Empty Cup
Fresh and Clean
Right Now I am a Little Child
Joyful and Pristine
Right Now my Heart is in This Space
My Mind is in This Time
Unfolding to Reveal
Truth Blooming Inside
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry from the prolific poet, CBH
Advaita (Nondual) Lord’s Prayer
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Advaita Vedanta is the Philosophy in which the Individual Self is understood to be one and the same with the Unifying Nondual Supreme Consciousness.
This an interpretation of the Lord’s Prayer from the perspective of Nondualism.
As this body breathes, I connect with the Supreme Consciousness (which is infinitely named) that exists in and as me.
This is the Silence at the end of Om.
Absorption in this state exists in the Now.
There is no other; I am awake to I am.
From the depth of my heart, I offer gratitude for Self Realization.
Knowledge from this state removes attachments.
Nothing is mine. Nothing is mine.
I ask the grace of the Guru inside, to forgive myself if I stray from the Path of Fire and Light.
My mere mind cannot sustain this awareness. Grace, in the form of Divine Love, is the gravity that pulls me to my True Self.
Nothing exists that is not Brahman.
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti
Master Peace
Slipping Away
So fleeting this awareness
So palpable sometimes
like a thing I can possess
and others it’s a wisp
breezing through my fingers
my strong, capable hands
try to grab hold
try to keep it close
my heart needs to
understand
so it can find the strength
to take the next breath
please help me remain
convinced that it is all worth it
or that ALL is what I think IT is
Help me rend this idea
from the physical trappings
of a limited, falsely
entitled physical mind
and let the freedom
pervade every thought,
which is in and of itself
a tribute to a perfect time,
a perfect place, a perfect peace
that’s an indefinable wisp
breezing through my fingers
Blow Us Away
holding hands
helping each other stand
Much more than a friend
the best us strongly depends
on the goodwill we send
in intricate crafts unmanned
releasing bombs of intensity and number
that no man can outrun or withstand
perfect explosions shake us from slumber
drawing us to the front lines
divine weapon at our command
us and them surrender and combine
to a nuclear reworking that demands
peace and compassion as our mission
an art to be practiced and refined
beginning the proud tradition
of improving each other’s position
freeing our brilliant minds
from the confusion of opposition
setting the stage for our grandest designs
CBH
Conduit
Reigning it In
Let’s Dance
A repost from Chad Bittner Hurt, who will be a regular guest blogger og FGTS!
Let’s dance
Deliberate movement
Divine purpose
Each step is an improvement
In our connection to spirit
Expanding our mantra beyond verses
Our bodies surrender to that which is us and reaches up
We move so carefully to all our guides gift us and teach us.
The drum, the beat, the music
That is our vehicle
Is a powerful short cut to the pinnacle,
An embrace we all so earnestly seek
So sing and cut a rug with reckless abandon.
Especially when instructed by those asking us to take each other’s hand in hand,
Bringing us ever closer in meditation and the gentle words they speak.
Leave with an open heart, lose these imaginary boundaries, fade into the oneness that is us becoming,
And settle into a happiness that Is no less than perfection dancing, cheek…
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Lux Interior
light surrounds
shines through
glows behind
heads crowned
It’ll guide you
to a safe place
an infinite space
deep inside you
shown true
in forever light
ignited by
an embrace of
the great heights
we aspire to
Astigmatism
Inexplicably,
eyes are a prize in this game –
swiftly removed, then thrown away.
The provided instructions recommend goggles,
but no one can see the words of wisdom
in a practically biblical masterpiece of legalese
that shields the empire from litigation,
but does nothing for those who can see.
They only catch a glimpse before their optics
are collected by those with no foresight,
hungry for a fresh perspective.
They keep looking, frantically searching
for vision in the dead eyes of you and me.
We accept our fate – sight unseen.
The ocular butchers fulfill contracts
written by those happy with Braille,
unaware there are even words to read.
The big picture, stolen from small men
until we persevere in a future unforeseen.
The sacred orb somehow survives,
a crystal ball reflecting long-forgotten hues
in a new world where the one-eyed is king!
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Big Love
I arrived on a
paper boat in flames
seaworthy but a moment
until I’m under water again
I’m prepared to swim,
make my way to dry land
no matter the predicament
It’s what I do, I always win
It was I who scattered sand
raised the great mountains
provided this rich earth
as a womb for our flora’s birth
life’s my beach, a witness
to the sunrise with this flow
and ebb I’ve cleverly disguised
as the reliable tide
It’s just a mask for my haven,
something you can actually see
so you can make your way when
your thin vessel is on fire and
inevitably succumbs to the sea
I live for the day you realize
the unshakable bedrock beneath,
build your home upon me
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