Yaw

The multi-faceted gem that is our sweet sadness
When viewed from another angle
So easily becomes the light that’s refracted

ALLiance

Hello Lovely

Wishing you a day that is perfect as can be

Thank you for your kind words

I will not and do not take them for granted

So happy to have another pair of kind eyes

to enjoy this diverse garden planted

from single letter to written word to full blown verse.

Two kindred spirits meander

Into a clearer message concurred

Revealing the gift

From distant shadows of perceived curse.

Traversing front to back and the reverse

You me us them all one

We are the sweetness that is the end before its begun

thanks to our embrace and what we’ve spun

This tapestry weaves itself with our splendid thread

Into a bigger picture for our third eyes to see

Illustrating a point on which we all agree,

A peace that transforms waking life

breaking the chains perceived as living or dead

Hold tight to this new found immortality

Surrender kindly to the collaboration

that is sweet infinity set free

Heralding

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!

Christmas

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

Halcyon

I pour out
I fill up
All that is given is saved
Be still sweet cup
And, together, be raised

Go Big

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

I’m too busy to meditate…

“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”.

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………

Conduit

Love is heading straight for you
as quick and as strong as you give it away
just sit back and allow me to adore you
we can live forever this way