Morning devotion
Connect
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

Morning devotion
Connect to the self
See how this
Connects to everything else

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 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

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

pause

Breath

Om Shanti

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
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

Desperate people
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
Simply put
HOW CAN WE END THIS FIGHT

Children never culpable
  Rockets unacceptable
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