This large bottle filled
ends as liquid spilled
in great puddles
Accidents happen to dance
with one wet foot
Our lovely bodies huddled
in caves and landscapes
of varied circumstance
Eddies and jet streams
mirror the karmic city
of our dreams
Wild infinite tendrils
conspire with the ever-working
building and beautifying vandals
dismantling not patterns
but the idea of them
Reaching back with hands
swaying ever-lit lanterns
guiding like sunlight from the skies
coaxing flower from bud and stem
that’s a twinkle of our eyes
the sparkle perceived in gems
Tag Archives: Happiness
Autobiography
So many twists
this tornado of a story
Such great risks
born of stupidity
and a lust for glory
Easing into fluidity
At peace with the irreversible
Made my way to center
Witnessing all
that is observable
Perpetuating positivity
As responsible inventor
It is my duty
A need born of necessity
that cannot be dictated
by the tale it secedes
Changing the way I see
weakness and entropy
Just necessary aspects of
the happy ending yet to be
Amber Easy
Gush and rush
to your brain and toes
Godspeed to your knees
Bow at the feet of the toads
When their mouths swell
take heed of the stoic repose
in the face of environmental ruin
While for us this feeling of dread
Well it comes and goes
Just the life of a human
lost in our own head I suppose
That’s what they keep telling me
but nothing is true man
because no one knows
how things’ll turn out to be
when the sun burns out
and the final wind blows
So I’ll just open my heart
pour it all out
however this love spills
I’ll just let it be so
a buoy in an ocean of doubt
clutching my straw
smugly fulfilled
a fool in the flow
holding fast to outlast
the highs and lows
Two
I’m always with you
Ready for any opportunity to lift you
I beg you
not to forget to
use the gifts I give you
to get through
the moments that challenge you
Draw on our shared strength
to balance you
and know that I need you too
Relieved
Perfect is a many tendriled beast
that settles in on preconceived notions to feast
gnawing and gnashing the varied treats
rendering the oil that keeps these wheels greased
flipping switches digging ditches paving streets
so we can make our way both alive and deceased
Easing its grip it leaves the table after it eats
Revel in this transition a celebration of the released
Unplugged Snippet
Just a snippet of the guided meditation at “9 am Unplugged” every Sunday at Unity North Atlanta.
We share acoustic music, interactive dialogue, guided meditation, and Love!
We are still producing some more guided practices that will be uploaded to the blog soon!
Can You Feel This?
It’s my claim to fame
the fabric said to the hand
I’ll make your heart melt
with my extraordinary softness
I feel lost without a name
I need a designation
dashing dapper dare I say svelte
the hand’s reply was positively grand
Bequeathing a moniker sweet as a kiss
From this day forward you’ll be felt
I am NOT a Yoga Teacher…
I am not a Yoga Teacher… It sounds so ominous, as if I am rejecting my “career” path of the past 20 years! But, it’s quite the opposite; I am affirming my sadhana (spiritual path)–and that’s what matters.
All speech has an intention underneath it– allowing the propagation of a misnomer, for the sake of simplification, is egregious to a seeker.
I am not a Yoga Teacher–really there is no such thing. Among many definitions: Yoga is the transcendental state of consciousness; Yoga is the union of the microcosm and the macrocosm– how can one embodied being teach that???
Yes, there are Realized Masters who benevolently impart their wisdom. They have Realized their True Nature and they are guides– but, the aspirant must still walk the path.
In fact, the Yoga Sutras explain that there are three ways to obtain knowledge. Intuition, Experience, and a Qualified Teacher. But, the highest knowledge, truth, is the convergence of all three.
The aforementioned Masters are desireless– but, they share these teachings with the understanding that we are all one and it is the right and privilege of all to Self-Realize.
There is no “Teacher’s Training” that can offer this– because it requires direct experience. That is the part that seems to be ignored by the conventional.
At this junction I am a Sadhaka, not a Yogi (they have attained Yoga), I hope to Realize this state. But, until then I am a coach, a guide, and an aspirant.
The Way Aum
Step carefully
in the way
we’ve been so
graciously shown
Feel your feet
mindfully on
each of these
well placed stones
This simple path
laid out masterfully
Will certainly
lead you home
Agape
Love is the ultimate state of consciousness. This love is of a transcendental nature–not just the emotion-based physical level. This is the layer of Consciousness that has an infinite numbers of names. It is the layer that I attempt to Realize in deep meditation, contemplation, and prayer. I choose the word, “Realize”, as opposed to attain, because it is our true nature. In a sense, we have forgotten it. It is the realm of deathlessness. In fact, when someone dies the pain is due to the separation from their body–not the loss of Love. Because, what is left is what is Real and Permanent, and what is Real and Permanent is Love.
From the Gross to the Subtle 