Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 3 3 19

Do you ever feel the essence of a memory as a homesickness in your soul?

A memory of a tranquil endless sea extending to the sky.

An ocean of reflected light.

The waters breathing in and out,

eternally alive.

A quietude

a haven of peace

an existence with conflict erased.

A memory wafting through the heart,

sensed when your relaxed enough to recall.

We came from there,

we often return,

a lull in our parade of lives.

Our place of birth,

our ancestral home,

the heart of the Creator of All.

Morning Meds; 3 2 20

Not treating yourself like a loved one, always bears investigation.

Humans; animated solidified illusions of light projected through a prism of thoughts.

3 2 22

Morning Meds; 3 2 19

I requested a dream before I slept…

In the land of dreams, I sat with a woman.

She instructed me to feel the crease of folded wrinkled paper.

Ever so softly I ran my fingers along the fold.

Trying to feel it’s thickness.

Then she asked, “how many pieces do you hold?”

I thought it to be one, but she took her hand and parted the fold.

What I thought was one, was three. ……

Following the dream in meditation.

(It was a dream symbolizing I needed to refocus my awareness of what was important, and it would allow me a greater sensitivity.)

We look for thunder and lightning, but it is the subtle energy that turns a green leaf to gold.

The sunlight that warms a sleeping tree awake.

It’s the softness of an infant’s stare towards its mother.

The gentle ever flowing softness of life itself, that is the better quest.

It’s that type of softness that fills our life peace.

It was a wonderful dream.

Morning Meds; 3 1 22

An experienced toddler sat on a tetter-totter looking up its sharp incline.

Gripping both sides of the wooden plank he carefully pulled himself up an inch and a scootch at a time.

His feet that anchored him to the earth slowly lifted and dangled from each side.

Staring towards the summit he continued to inch and scootch giving the danger no mind.

Then he faltered, his focus fractured, he released his plight. He was balanced up above the world by nothing more than his grip and his seat.

He returned his eyes to the summit of his prize, swallowed deep and scootched his seat a few inches higher.

Coming to an impasse, the pipe suspending the plank. Not easily dismayed or given to fear he moved his right leg over, continuing with the left.

Inch and scootch, inch and scootch he moved a little faster, then a miracle happened, the tetter-totter began to float.

It rose behind him in a gentle arch, he watched the summit fall. Softly dropping from the sky to reveal the view behind.

It levitated for just a bit as if undecided as to what to do. The toddler on the totter scootched his seat once more.

He watched his desired prize slowly descend and land gently on the ground. With a triumphant smile he quickly slid the rest of the way down.

In our struggles to conquer impossible odds whether a hope or a challenging habit. If we keep our eyes focused on the prize, we desire and slowly scootch inch by inch by inch.

There finally comes a time when our persistence overcomes the height of the challenge, and we can begin a triumphant slide.

Morning Meds; 3 1 20

Practicing formlessness meditations allow us to slip the bounds that surround us.

We temporarily can feel the freedom of who and what we truly are.

Once we see ourselves as formless, we begin to see that we are always what we imagine ourselves to be.

This realization opens the doorway to free will and the power of choice.

We are so much more than what we allow ourselves to be.

Formlessness helps to restore our memory.

Morning Meds; 3 1 19

I bet if we could view our lives as just moving energy, we would look a lot like a lava lamp crossed with a Tesla coil.

Morning Meds; 2 28 20

In a dinner conversation a friend of mine told me of his white-water rafting trip down the Royal Gorge.

I said something about hanging on to the raft, he corrected me and spoke.

“No, you don’t want to hang on, you need to keep paddling if you want to get through the rapids.”

In our sometimes-turbulent spiritual journey of realization,

hanging on can seem to be the right thing to do,

when the real solution is to keep on paddling till the waters still.

Let’s keep paddling,

we are all in the same boat.

Morning Meds; 2 28 19

The universe will open as many doors as we need opened, to get us to the point of realization.

We just need to keep on knocking.

Morning Meds. 2 27 19

Changing how you evaluate something, changes its effect/energy.

Learn to cherish your faults, imperfections, and shortcomings, without them we would never learn forgiveness, compassion and unconditional love.

Treat yourself like a loved one.

Never talk worse to yourself than you would a stranger.