The rains have come and gone
What of them now remains
Wet stain upon concrete
A chill in the morning air
I listen to the soul of you calling
I listen and grow still
Absorbing the sound
Growing the silence within
I wish for these lesson to be in my marrow
To become part of my being
Undeniably whole
For Health & Spirit
Foolish blood and habits
Grow in the understanding
of what you lack
A true light awaits within
Om Shanti Om
Shanti Om
Shanti Om
Soul reaching out for the light
Clarity of Being
I am seeking freedom both within and without.
Oathkeeper or Oathbreaker: which are you?
Grow in both Body and Mind.
Ecstatic Elevation
Born into this body
Into this time and place
Home by any other name
A state of perpetual searching.
Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Morning Fragments 5/5/17
Kingdom of Light
Search and realize
it has always been
within you.
I awaken into the waters
and toss until
I begin to swim
and make my way
to the shore.
To create
and deface.
Force language to say
that which was never intended.
Scrawl out in black the words
that are no longer needed.
Creating meaning from
that which remains.
Grey and overcast
Even morning is tired
Waiting for the sun (haiku)
Where we are
Where we must go
Can they be the same place?
The lessons of a lifetime
Are we preparing for another?
The Divine Within
Transformation to Transformation
Search and realize
it has always been
within you.
I awaken into the waters
and toss until
I begin to swim
and make my way
to the shore.
To create
and deface.
Force language to say
that which was never intended.
Scrawl out in black the words
that are no longer needed.
Creating meaning from
that which remains.
Grey and overcast
Even morning is tired
Waiting for the sun (haiku)
Where we are
Where we must go
Can they be the same place?
The lessons of a lifetime
Are we preparing for another?
The Divine Within
Transformation to Transformation
Monday, May 1, 2017
Thoughts from Morning Meditation
You who wish to dwell within hope and possibility.
To believe in more.
To see with our heart.
In our own way
we each feed
and grow from light.
Filling myself with the light of morning
I still my mind and feel essential vibrations
Peace. Chant. Peace. Om.
I am searching for the infinite light.
To be human is to seek.
Surrender the self.
See yourself as one part of a whole.
The whole is greater than any one of us can see.
Awaken to the possibility of how much
lies beneathe the surface of existence.
Finite self searching for the infinite self.
Still the mind and body.
To be closer to all of creation.
To create the better self through struggle.
To foster light and understanding in all creation.
To believe in more.
To see with our heart.
In our own way
we each feed
and grow from light.
Filling myself with the light of morning
I still my mind and feel essential vibrations
Peace. Chant. Peace. Om.
I am searching for the infinite light.
To be human is to seek.
Surrender the self.
See yourself as one part of a whole.
The whole is greater than any one of us can see.
Awaken to the possibility of how much
lies beneathe the surface of existence.
Finite self searching for the infinite self.
Still the mind and body.
To be closer to all of creation.
To create the better self through struggle.
To foster light and understanding in all creation.
Friday, March 3, 2017
I Who Searches
Seek Wisdom in All Forms
Truth through Love
Truth through Nature
Truth through History
Truth through Selflessness
Truth through Art
Truth through Love
Truth through Nature
Truth through History
Truth through Selflessness
Truth through Art
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Meditation
Let me grow older and wiser
Let me never surrender my beliefs
Let me grow greater in understanding
Let me grow apart from my vices
Let me foster love
Let me be the change I wish to see
Monday, January 16, 2012
Drops In a Bucket
drops of water slowly
fill the rusted bucket
one plink at a time.
the first one echoes
like a gong struck
in a concert hall.
the metallic sound
dies as drops fall
in a gathering pool.
it takes time and
patience, but soon
the bucket fills
to the brim
before the water
overflows
and slowly
soaks the ground
beneath.
fill the rusted bucket
one plink at a time.
the first one echoes
like a gong struck
in a concert hall.
the metallic sound
dies as drops fall
in a gathering pool.
it takes time and
patience, but soon
the bucket fills
to the brim
before the water
overflows
and slowly
soaks the ground
beneath.
Labels:
drops in a bucket,
Maxims,
meditation,
patience,
time,
tranquility
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