You, me,
these three,
and all that’s in the sea,
the air, and the land, both
underneath, and all that’s seen.
Connected through unseen
in-betweens,
spread out like a
maze of infinitely translucent
fibers of being, oh, so fearlessly.
And, yes, we may call This
harmony, if you please.
In response to Friday Fun – harmony from aroused, by CalmKate.
stars twinkle off the
horizon, while shadows dance
illumination
Godly pure clay they came,
shaped then crafted
by environmental ruptures,
connected to Spirit,
adjacent to our home world,
this molded fabric weaves,
through the veil of amnesia.
Cloaked
in a brocade of vibrant colors
and images
of another place and paradigm,
as we left that ruptured line
and connection for a time.
Mirroring parental behaviour,
in the earthly realm,
observative as they are,
education brings the moment we see
children as innately wise and capable beings;
only then can we play along in their world.
Fitting into God’s plan,
to be of service to the divine.
Our invitation?
Shine a light
on all that you find within,
which came prior
to the social necessities laid bare
before you. Reconnection with Truth
is one of the greatest gifts
we can deliver to ourselves, and
all the rest of the fauna
and flora we find
everywhere.
Breaking the chains of illusion
necessitate the
familiarization with the Atman,
residing within the chambers
of the heart.
Seeded offspring from the
universal intelligence,
when you utter, leave an impression
on the young,
allowing them to embody
and fully love
who they have become.
To see the magical in the all
and be the teachers of the old by
remembering what you already know,
which lives within, and is free and clear.
Another lovely collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did writing it!
Pink
The flower
Speaks to me
Words unexchanged in silence
Beauty
release
from within you
the myriad trials,
and tribulations of
the past, instead
be here
now
set against a backdrop
of colors plethora
a house of light
rises from the sea, and
guides them all home
In response to the WDYS #79 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
The music fills me with such
love and beauty, it’s like free-falling
with all the best intentions, just now,
while the world shepherds a course
of direction, and I feel that deep connection.
I sit and let the music fill me, every nook and
cranny of my soul becomes engulfed in the
sound and feeling of all that’s there. Oh, such
devotion and care.
Care for ourselves is such an important
part of our journey. Sometimes we feel lost,
and unsure, even uncomfortable in our own skin,
even when we are with our kin. It’s not a demerit,
we all feel this way at times, so let your heart inherit.
The joy you feel within, as you take in the piano
paying a melody you swear was written for you, and
you grin.
The smile filling the room with joy and love,
it’s enough to absolve the remainder of the lost
souls, in which you do connect, as you see yourself
in their midst, and have lived through the tests, just
as they are now presently, giving their best.
Best is what we each carry, give out, and try
not to tarry. No, give all that you have, my friend,
and, when it’s time, let the music fill you and
begin the dance again.
I’ve been thinking more this week about how important it is to take time for ourselves. It is interesting, as I know this truth viscerally today, and have written about it several times in the past few months, and yet as life continues to move, I am continually present to the need to stop and breathe. Important.
Alright, more on that in a moment.
First, let’s take a look at a few reflections from the week.
The poem Flush occurred to me this week after I dropped off my guitar to be worked on at the local music store. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve loved learning to play the guitar until, all at once, it was removed from my presence for a couple of days.
I actually went to the music store one day, while they were working on my guitar, just to play the guitars on display. I love the feeling that comes with playing the guitar. In fact, I’ve always loved music, which has been a large part of my life, for, well, always. Moving, deeply satisfying, and inspirational. Lovely.
The Hug poem was inspired by the WDYS #78 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje. As I pondered the picture of a small table, set for two, it reminded me of times as a child and youth at my grandparents house. Being around all of my cousins, and feeling that deep sense of connection and love you get when you are near so much family.
Though I don’t get to see much of my extended family today, I relish these memories. Beautiful.
I don’t have much to write about the writing that is coming. That’s fun.
I know there will be more poems, and I do have plans on a post about purpose, yet have not begun to write this piece. All of this unknown is part of the process and joy of creation, which I adore.
My oldest son has an internship with Intel in Portland this summer. Yes. Exciting. I went up to visit him yesterday, which was my first time in Portland in over 15 months. It was an amazing experience.
We went to a wonderful local grocery story called the India Supermarket, and ate at an equally lovely restaurant called Apna Chat Bhavan. Delicious. We then played guitars for the afternoon. It was so lovely to see him and spend time with him doing things we love to do, two of which, we’ve been unable to do, or have chosen not to do, for a long time. Lovely.
The remote book club is still alive and well. We just finished The House of the Spirits, by Isabel Allende. An elegant and descriptively written book about war, violence, oppression, love, family, and life. I highly recommend this book. Just know that the book does contain many violent scenes, which may be disturbing to some readers. The book contained about as much violence as I can handle these days.
I am now reading the Mahabharata, by Kamala Subramaniam, which is part of my continual spiritual and devotional development. I am only about 100 pages into the text, and am already seeing parallels to all of life, which I know will continue.
Have you ever had someone ask you if you are breathing, or, have you had someone say, don’t forget to breathe? Yep, me too. In fact, I am the one that often says to people, remember to breathe. Yet, more context is needed.
When I say to someone close to me, remember to breathe. These words come along with a historical conversational context about what remembering to breathe really means.
It means creating time in all of our days to stop. Stop working, cooking, cleaning, erranding, working, etc., and just be. Creating time to focus on our breath and be with ourselves. As I’ve written before, you can accomplish this by taking 5-minutes away from everyone and everything, and just focus on the inhalation and exhalation of your breath.
And, as thoughts arise, such as I need to do this, and I need to do that, just let that be. And, return to the breath. If you choose to walk during this time, count your steps as you inhale and exhale, which will help keep the mind at bay.
The point?
We all need time to let ourselves be. Away from all of the “needs” that are arising within us.
When we begin to learn that, in fact, those “needs” never really cease, and that we can take actions to slow down the reactivity of the mind to stimuli; by, for example, taking a 5-minute break away from everyone and everything. Using this time to just breathe, we begin to deepen our understanding of how our minds work. Helpful.
Alright, that’s all for this week.
Have a lovely week.
breathing
emotions rise
and fall, like the ocean,
waves coming and going,
and breaking as
needed
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 