Your cosmic self awaits
We all share it! We are each perfect and great
Built from the essence of stars we share in their light
In each of us it burns equally bright
Many have allowed theirs to become clouded and believe this means it is dim
But our bodies are merely a lens
We must clean off the muck of triviality in order to see clearer our reality
In order to allow our light to shine brightly and clear
We must not let our body consideration fall to the rear
Both on the outside but more essential within
If our digestion is poor and our breathing laboured we can't see anything!
Asana and meditation, pranayama and concentration.
The perfection of the mind. The purification of the body.
Morning salutation to bring in the light
Evenings of gratitude before sleep at night
The day spent productive in making the world better
Begin with thyself!
Each day a commitment to grow to a better you
This will allow your dreams to come true.
For our each reality lies dormant inside
Breath out a new world for us all to reside
Connect to the self
See how this
Connects to everything else
Still and Quiet
A thousand different voices wanting to be heard
My head a cacophony of sound
Not so interested in the loudest
But more the best
To hear it
There must be some silence and space
Yoga and meditation can provide this place
This place of stillness where you can truly hear
Your heart's voice as it rings beautifully in your ear
And vibrates through both body and soul
It is this vibration that makes us whole
As I vibrate closer to the source
The thousand voices quiet of course
Then I can hear what lies behind
The great big mystery of my mind
Forget me not
Forget me not said the sparrow to the tree as it flapped its wings for the first time away
The tree waved goodbye in gentle sway
Already missing the bird's sweet song
Forget me not said the tree as the lumberjack spilled its sap with practiced axe
The lumberjack yelled a warning
The trees in the forest knew their time may soon come
Their fear shook them in the breeze
Forget me not moaned the lumberjack as he laid in a bed built with his own two hands from the tree he felled with those same hands
His wife and children remember the song of the sparrow on the window as he passes
The whisper of the trees
Metal on wood
the silent sound of tears falling for fading memories
Pause in the day
A day danced before mine eyes as time slowed and sped
Little things feel aligned as I allow my tears to shed
The sun came after the storm and the rain just added effect
I don't use the word lightly nor very often but appreciate when it is perfect
One moment to next, striking a balance between surrender and pursuit
For those close around, I hope they can learn and one day follow suit
We are where we are and are waiting to blossom, one day and breath at a time
Easier with a smile and a lot of compassion with some focus brought to the spine
Stand or sit erect
feet planted solidly into the ground
feel you body
hear the sounds
Allow What is to Be
I awoke naturally at 5:30am on a Saturday morning.
The sunlight just peeking through the windows
The birds still slumbering before their morning song
As I slowly sit up in bed
A gentle debate between arising now, awake I am
Vs. fighting for more sleep.
Decided as I sit up and quietly dress
As I leave the bed, my wife rolls over
"it will be ok" she whispers in her sleep
The world is still in the living room as I set the kettle for tea
Warm cup in hand, I sit on the couch and just allow what is to be.
Conflict and Fear
Raging on ancient soil
Men with hearts of stone
blood doth boil
Wherefore is compassion?
Why so much rage?
Springing forth from another age.
Judgements cast from afar see not clearly
Eyes clouded by hate
Demand a solution to problems when refusing to see their own
Glass housed masses casting stones
Angry and confused
Misled and chanting "death to Jews"
Heartbeats with twangs of fear
For the same slogans heard in a different year heralded great sorrow for so many
We already have sorrows plenty
Dangerous waters we tread upon
when people trade with hatred as their weapon
The question not who is wrong or right
HOW CAN WE END THIS FIGHT
Children never culpable
This is not war nor is it slaughter
What is the point? What is the goal?
Does anybody know?
If not then cease and desist
Life has more to it than this!
This isn't about religion
Although so many see that vision
This is a conflict for ancient land
Born of conflict and political plan
Look first at self before condemning any
There's hatred already aplenty
What I don't understand
When the conversation should be Israel CEASE
Why it became "All Jews Die!" decrees
This scares me
I love poetry.