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.

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.

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!

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.

 

Presence of Mind

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It tried to leave me,
but can the liver leave its heart behind?
it looked in the mirror,
used its two eyes to see me,
what looked back was a good man,
with a smile so kind
Made peace with it all
and am so happy to be me
embracing the lovely
That is my being combined.
Writing the story thoughtfully
of man and god, intertwined

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

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

Soul Renewal

Fresh and New

Sorrow is a vivid sculpture that takes shape,
Revealing itself on your sweet face.

Joy, in this very same case, is a fresh coat of paint,
Renewing the soul of a saint.