Hello
Salutations
Hola
Ahoy
Felicitations
Aloha
Welcome!
What’s up?
What’s the situation?
How you doing?
Hey there
What’s brewing?
Hiya
Haaaaaaayyyyyyy…..
Howdy
Good day!
A different greeting
with each heart beat
I leave you with only one farewell
The only good bye worthy
of our meeting
and subsequent chance to play
A sincere, cultivated, and lovely
expression of Namaste!
The story of a world saved,
a man holding our hand
Guiding us with a new way of thinking
and a great sacrifice made
His love song began
With a star, sweet parents, wise men,
and salvation born on a manger’s floor
a great awakening unto man
a blossoming of consciousness like never before
a brighter light shone on God’s plan
He lived a life worthy of our praise
An example for you and I to follow
his encircling arms, and lasting embrace
a reminder that we are full, perfect, and not hollow
We are children of the sacred, armed with trust and light
The story of our life is whatever we make it
so let us give thanks and let our spirits take flight
with the transcendent joy in his story writ
a time spanning classic of love at first sight
I pour out
I fill up
All that is given is saved
Be still sweet cup
And, together, be raised
Everything rhymes
rhyme everything
The physics are just waiting
For you to get with it,
Use this cosmic math
make something out of nothing
give form to this and all time
Don’t you see?
It’s all music!
Every sound ever heard
You can pick and peruse it.
This gift is yours
Even if you refuse it
Whatever song you want sung
Whatever needs to be done
Just do it
Swirl it up in gorgeous tornado
while you can still choose it
let them marvel at your influence.
Scatter the pieces of everything everywhere,
Show us that you really blew it
Make them wonder how they got through it
Then bring it all back to everything
A perfect rhyme so settling,
We just fade into it
Hold onto this now as if yesterday was just a dream and tomorrow, a construct, built by the quality of this embrace.
The medium of the art of living is a spectacular substance depending fully on your artful hand and heart to realize its most sacred space
“I’m too busy to meditate”, does that sound like you? There are times that I have perceived myself as being too busy too. However, whether or not we are aware of it, we are meditating– we are often meditating on our inability to go inside. We may be meditating on our stress, on our busyness, on our distractions.
The “New Thought Philosophy“– which is heavily inspired by the Himalayan Tradition– subscribes to the principle, “We create our life experiences through our way of thinking”. If we are operating from a perspective of lack, then lack is what we manifest.
Meditation, prayer, and contemplation are a rights, they are privileges, and legacy. We are the pure consciousness, the silence, the unnameable transcendental state that appears to project outward and condense into everything we see. In order to maintain an awareness of our true nature, we must go inside.
All day long, like the transcendental consciousness, we are doing, making, creating. It is very easy to forget who we really are and fully identify with our actions and creations.
Then we feel separation. We feel like our plight is something “others” cannot understand; this is avidya.
The perceived duality of existence originates in this separation.
Yet, if we allot time, during meditation, to steep in our core– we can reduce the effects of this delusion. We still operate in the world; but, we are not so attached to it that we feel it defines us.
So, as the sages of old and new say, “Meditate, Meditate, Meditate”.
The heart is sweet,
The body’s meat
Our manifestion, fleet
The you I choose to greet
Along with your image of me, competes
Using raw energy
To complete
the big picture we decide to keep
You are certainly the non duality we all emanate from. The quest for knowledge is to realize the infinite in our current incarnation. This incarnation expresses in duality and we tend to identify with this expression but, through careful practice, we can enlighten ourselves past this expression (ego) and achieve oneness
Pink is the color of her cheeks and nose.
Smeared with cotton candy snuck
by a toddler in slapdash thieves clothes
A bat man cape, dark footie pajamas and a mask on our poor puppy no less
I heard the crinkling plastic just shy of her escape
I traced her sticky handprints from the kitchen to the dining room drapes
The giggling curtain conjured memories of that wizard in oz
The mess was more like the HBO series in the prison of the same name
The window treatment came down in a whirl of pink pawed and thunderous applause
Revealing a sweet face and a shrill voice exclaimed “isn’t this a lovely game!!??!!”
whatever I’ve done
whatever I may do
I will always come back to what’s true
and when the battle within me is won
I will return and make it up to you
From the Gross to the Subtle 