“beholding it all”
the winds of time whirl us about
snowflakes in a flustered, frenzied dance
yet in all the drama
within each of us,
unique and wondrous,
creative beings
resides
the Deep Calm
neutral and steady
beholding it all
there, in this vast stillness
let us meet
as audacious children, drunken
on our many cosmic toys
“know thyself”
made of stardust
you and me, i often forget
to reflect in stillness
the perennial ponder of:
“know thyself”
how much do i know this stardust body?
with its ever-changing emotional weather systems,
its mental patterns that can stay subtle, or atrophy
and its clockwork cycles and rhythms
do i know my natural strength and talents?
my likes and dislikes, many caused
by the conditioning of this culture
do i know how to be free?
and belong to self-elected values
to find that which is indestructible within
perennial ponders
stardust to stardust
amongst all this empty space in the universe
“responding to the gift”
yes, there is great need for wisdom
and ethics and discipline
yet, there also needs
to be the Wonder
the still moments
when wide open silence
is the purest expression
of our love
in response to the gift
of life
“ . . . living fire”
i am a visitor
to this time and place
in this body
just passing through
here to observe
to grow, to learn, to love
and then return
home
“infusing our moods”
right now music is being made
all over the world
notes of orchestras playing
in the acoustics of high ceilinged halls
melodies of lone instruments
floating through wide open spaces
impromptu tunes of bands
in village squares
rhythms that move our souls
transporting us, infusing our moods
to sing along, toe tapping, hip swaying, ecstatic dance
or quiet contemplation - we like a good buzz, a fizzy intoxication
what power they hold
these sparks of sound
“a good buzz”
“into the wonder”
below our feet the molten core of Mother Earth
all around above us the sheltering shield of the van Allen belts
while oceans ripple with the breath of the tides
and colors blush and pulse across the land
on fin, wing and hoof curved patterns are written
as timeless migrations continue all over the globe
and countless sparks of life blink on and off
on this dot of space, in this protected womb of life,
within spheres of wonder, i take my next breath
“spheres within spheres”
we journey inward
to sacred spaces - again
with our reasons fresh
seeing others on their path
what joy each unique try is
background story:
we choose what we believe.
i have chosen to believe,
that within each of us lives
a seeker for truth and meaning.
each of our paths unique,
each a one time only experiment,
that has never existed, nor will ever exist again.
so there it is:
the pilgrim
the path
- made up of our countless attempts and devotions
then there is reason
- fresh and bright, lighting our way
and there is kinship!
we may come from different directions
taking different routes and styles of travel,
yet do we not all seem to aim towards inclusion
with the Great Mystery?
"next"
slumbering giants
stir in us - repetitious
thoughts, words and actions
build our future selves to be
good to know one's intentions
"intention & attention"
"sweet spot mandala"
joy illuminates
this dot of the galaxy
flares in the darkness
sending secret love letters
soul offerings to the gods
a bit of background:
Imagine looking at our beautiful blue planet surrounded by vast, beyond comprehension v a s t, space . . .
Now, envision the Joy experienced by humans as flashes of lightning across the skin of the Earth, creating a symphony of light, - arcing, flaring, flashing . . .
These sparks of Joy seem like beautiful offerings to the gods. Love letters of gratitude and of trust for the gift of life.
Here is to vast, open minds and joyous hearts, illuminating this sweet spot in our galaxy.
"the questions"
welcome to the Mystery
to the Beautiful Conundrums
to the questions
that can drive you mad . . .
"quite mad"
the perennial questions that ask:
where were you
before you made your grand entrance
through the veil of birth?
and how do you explain
consciousness to yourself?
do you know the language of your dreams?
and what about soul and spirit?
have you befriended them?
where will you go after meeting Brother Death?
have you found meaning in this life?
"the approach"
and how Dear One will you approach these Beautiful Mysteries?
will you try to crack them like a nut, to get at the tasty morsel?
will you ply them with study and reason?
will you observe them like a flock of birds?
will you build a nest for them to dwell with you?
will you take them with you when you are dancing, chopping vegetables in the kitchen?
will you treat them like a mountain to be conquered?
over the years will you make love and peace with them?
"with love"
welcome to the Mystery
to the Beautiful Conundrums
to the questions that can drive you
mad with love
for this gift of life
eyes fly
across words
with ease
in childhood
reading and writing
seemed formidable tasks
now words unfurl
into worlds of meaning
almost instantaneously
written messages gain longevity
and the ability to time travel
from one mind to another
a potent magic
with endless possibilities
the power
of literacy
Sometimes we hear a message
countless times, over decades
from many fair lips
before it opens
and we become a home for it
now
beauty abounds
within and all around
you carry light wherever you go
"spark"
the muse and i we played
yet the message was delayed
encountering my foggy brain
preoccupied by matters quite mundane
trying to squeeze and wriggle through
my untamed habits, to give a clue
it prompted:
residing within each and all
we have a spark to find companions in the dark
"companioned"
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