Grace

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

Blog Food

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!!??!!”

Long Run

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

Anchor

even though it seems that my heart forgets the song I must remember that it is always humming with the love in the air and on the lips of those with whom I speak and in the eyes of those that pass. Even though it seems that my ears can not hear it, the song is always playing, it is the tree that mistakenly believes it is alone, not making a sound as it falls. We hear you sweet tree, your crash landing reverberates so bitter-sweetly creating many beautiful, multifaceted stories witnessed and experienced by all. The journey to rock bottom is not necessary to the song but helps those of us lost to find it. The only definite in the music is the destination, a pure singular tone that washes away all of the tiny details of up down tree and rock. A tone that returns us to each other and boils it all down to perfection. close your eyes and allow yourself to embrace the anchor of you to all, the song to which we may not always remember but can never really forget Ommmmmmm………

Aspirant

Love as you breathe, bliss pervades.
Breathe as you love and all is saved.

Tranquility Unites

Empower your eyes to take in the richly decorated skies
filled with the flowers that bloom for the bees, and the powerful trees
that gift us with beautiful vision and profound insights
into the peace and achievement possible when we embrace the stillness
at the center of the ups, downs, and indecision,
dancing around these flashing lights

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 to cheek

Dedicated to the Atlanta Dances for Universal Peace and David Bowie

Brother Thay

Thay

My suffering is grateful to you and your understanding.
This profound lesson has given me purpose and unearthed the treasure around me.
I’ve held your words so closely to each conversation.
An extraordinary guide, with a lantern, and provisions for the heart of me and my everchanging companion.
The terrain although craggy is rendered passable by the surefootedness of your teachings. Thank you for each selfless, loving step that we were able to take with you.
Thank you for holding my needful hand, fiercely.
Such an inspirational, powerful, and peaceful warrior.
Go unfaltering as you have lived and expound the love waiting for us on the other side with the final unending stroke of your masterpiece.
While we do our part in your ongoing installation that strengthens the waking world in a wave of illumination.
Please light a candle and send prayers of comfort and gratitude to Brother Thay during his transition.

Nonviolent Food Protest

In one of our last postings there was a beautiful poem, from Chad, which noted the importance of nutrition– as it relates to sadhana.  The way we approach eating, furthermore our perception of food, is integral to our spiritual development.  Naturally, this creates space for a lot of debate; including: morality, the karmic energy of the food we eat, and meeting our nutritional requirements.

In this tradition we subscribe to the idea that we are not merely a body (I use the word “merely” because it is not that the body is unreal– it is simply not who you are at the deepest level). In this tradition, and many other mystical philosophies, the body is the outward, gross, and transient projection of an eternal and perfect source. The body is an instrument in which to experience this world. If one’s goal is enlightenment, like a virtuoso, one must tune, clean, and treat their instrument with respect.

I work in health and wellness as my profession, although I am not a nutritionist, and I have a strong understanding of the purpose of food.  As my teacher says, “food is for the cells“; ironically, a baby knows this– they do not come into the world wanting chocolate or candy.  However, somehow along the way– we lose sight of this and we begin to look to our food to fulfill a longing in ourselves.

In the Yoga Tradition, the desire to eat is considered to be one of the four primitive fountains: sleep, sex, self-preservation, and food– these are the primal urges from which all other desires “spring forth”.  These impulses are inherent to the souls incarnation in a human body.

The problem is that we are so deluded, so entrenched in our body identification that we let these urges, which help to keep the body functioning, run amok.  We say things like, “I want sweets, I want alcohol, and I want to lie on the couch”.  Truthfully, the urges are imbalance and unchecked– “I” never wants for anything because “I” is a manifestation of the ego.  “We” are perfect and whole; the body needs sustenance to function optimally.  But, we are looking outside and finding disastisfaction.  Then we indulge these cravings and we are sad and disappointed– they do not bring us true joy.

If we are seekers, then we begin to revere the body as a great gift and we want it to assist us in pursuing our spiritual endeavors.  In order for the body to facilitate the pursuit of transcendence, we must consider the significance of the foods we ingest.  Ann Wigmore aptly said, “The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.”

Yet, it’s more than the nutritional content of the food that must be considered.  Most of us are intelligent enough to know if our food promotes health or harm.  However, it is also the sensory experience we are trying to derive from our fuel.  We want food to be exotic and fascinating.  Since we are all one, we must consider the impact, environmentally, on the quest to have a mango in December.  Consider eating in a monastary, food is simple and often taken in silence.  When we eat slowly, mindfully, and with gratitude we may discover untapped joy in taking in the energy of God to reconnect us with that which we are.

 

Swan Song

Life on the island is a bit awkward at first
Surrounded by water in this tiny burg
Everyone knows everyone
If death pays a visit, it is most certainly one of your friends in the hearse
What makes matters worse
If I find love amongst the tourists
It is the topic of conversation from the mailman to the local florist,
for the better part of a week.
I swear to you these people have nothing better to do than to stick their noses in and, occasionally, lie on the beach.
But it’s a small price really, to get some work done.
left my old baggage to the wolves in the city and gave my inner voice a chance to really speak.
I’ve had so much to say for so long, but was silenced by adversity
This permanent vacation will do wonders for my song.
I’m making amends with creativity
Comedies and great tragedies
will be unleashed.
I’ll give you smiles and tears all while massaging your fears
in text that will positively leap
from the page and into your imagination.
Just bear with me as I work on the translation
cocktail dress from ball gown
a beach hat from an elegant crown,
be prepared to receive art from the core of me,
A gift to you.
Although not new,
it’ll finally see it’s proper light of day because of the lovely setting.
With a bit of work, adjusting and sweating,
Lord willing, I’ll produce some sage and powerful words
that you won’t soon be forgetting.
Straight from the heart of this freshly anointed, small town girl
An ample gift to those that beseech
I hope they have the strength to escape, travel the world,
and I bid them godspeed to all they may reach.