Month: April 2018
A perfect rose
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A honey bee went on a pilgrim’s trip
She flew many miles from home
She practiced yoga, fasting, and mindfulness
But still felt restless on her roam
Until one day she met a perfect rose
And took a little smell
She saw right through the veil of “self”
And finally broke that spell
A bull of sand
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In the forests lives a bull
I asked him the big question
His answer was straightforward
Like waves we raise
All changes,
In the forests lives a bull
He’s made of sand and clay
When i see him, he reminds me
how my flesh and bones decay
I asked him the big question
“What happens when I die?”
His answer was straightforward
“To die is no big deal”
Like waves we raise
Like waves we fall
We are constant into motion
All changes,
help us heal
Ashtavakra – 7 – Nature of Self-Realization
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Janaka said:
7.1
In me, the shoreless ocean,
the ark of universe drifts here and there on the winds of its nature.
I am not impatient.
7.2
In me, the shoreless ocean,
let the waves of the universe rise and fall as they will.
I am neither enhanced nor diminished.
7.3
In me, the shoreless ocean,
the universe is imagined.
I am still and formless.
In this alone I abide.
7.4
The Self is not in objects,
nor are objects in the pure and infinite Self.
The Self is tranquil, free of attachment and desire.
In this alone I abide.
7.5
I am Awareness alone.
The world is passing show.
How can thoughts arise of acceptance or rejection?
And where?
About us
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I saw you
solitary, sovereign
with acorn pride
The sun saw you too
And played with your crown
Of green and brown
Adding its bright golden light
I recognized your lovely scent, my heart
Bringing sweet memories from beyond
from the times where time itself
did not yet start
It was You
It always was You
And while we appear
magically seperate
in reality
we are never apart
Stripped
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Winter
It is winter
the earth allows the wind to undress her
to slowly remove her skirt
made of autumn leaves
The sky seduces us
with the whitest white
the quietest snow
silence falling
onto open ground
I am ready, Beloved
to receive the most precious of gifts
You exist
a love unspoken
Is real
Innocent
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Thrush, picture found at http://bird-of-the-day.blogspot.com/2011/11/song-trush.html
They meet inside my garden
The woodpecker and the squirrel
After lunch and chit chat
I can see them pray and whirl
Of course I get inspired
And join them in their dance
We usually part
at dusk
when the thrush sings to us
She pours out her heart
her innocence
Makes us weep
we sing with her
and hold her
until we fall asleep
Ashtavakra – 8 – Bondage and Liberation
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Ashtavakra said:
8.1
When the mind desires or grieves things,
accepts or rejects things,
is pleased or displeased by things
this is bondage.
8.2
When the mind does not desire or grieve,
accept or reject,
become pleased or displeased,
liberation is at hand.
8.3
If the mind is attached to any experience,
this is bondage.
When the mind is detached from all experience,
this is liberation.
8.4
When there is no “I” there is only liberation.
When “I” appears bondage appears with it.
Knowing this,
it is effortless to refrain from accepting and rejecting.
Come dance!
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Your songs of sorrow
Until you hear
“Come dance with me”
Whirling Sufi
Your songs of sorrow
play too loud
Turn down the volume, wayfarer!
Until you hear
the beloved whisper:
“Come dance with me”
Come dance…
Undo
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Offer your lips
Let grace kiss you
Offer your lips
To the stars
Let grace kiss you
And slowly
Watch
The doer
Being undone…
