Tag: poetry

Laozi Knew

Morning Meds; 10 20 18

The Taoist concept,

“Doings nothing, all things are done.”

The discomfort of changes of awareness, is like lowering yourself into a cold swimming pool on a hot summer day. 

There is nothing you can consciously do to alter the discomfort, but your body will slowly accumulate to the temperature.

Us trying to help in the process? 

Tao Te Ching, 74,

“Trying to control the future is like trying to take the masters carpenter’s place. When you handle the master carpenter’s tools, chances are you’ll cut your hand.”  

Our spiritual growth seems to be in the hands of Spirit.

Interesting Mantra

Morning Meds; 10 20 19

To step back through the doors of memories blocked,

not lost.

To return to the knowing of who and what we truly are,

the who and what we have always been.

To feel again the indescribable,

unconditional love.

To realize that realization is completion of a journey,

a new beginning.

To know what we knew before you came into this world,

memory restored.

To be the I Am we always are,

humbling.

To realize full realization is the only request we will ever need to have fulfilled,

a game changer.

(The mantra, “I know what I knew before I came into this world.” Can make for a very interesting journey.)

Chakra shaft

Morning Meds; 10 19 19

Have you floated through your chakras lately,

from your root to your shimmering crown?

Then looked down through your center shaft,

back into the primordial void?

Have you shifted your sight up and out,

to see the endless heaven?

We’re not bound,

nor trapped,

nor held in check,

infinite possibilities awaits our requests.

All our needs are already met,

easily within our grasp.

A corridor of love runs from head to toes,

it leads to all there is,

there’s no reason to settle for less.

Beneath our surface

Morning Meds; 10 19 18

Faith is the relaxed confidence that below the surface, all is well.

Fire heats long before you see the water simmer.

The miracle of metamorphosis is covered by a cocoon.

New spourts take shape within the seed.

We continually grow, sometimes it takes time to surface.

“Good Enough”

Morning Meds 10 18 21

A dream:

A two or three year old girl in a summer dress, white, with blue flowers, walks up, face to face.

She puts out her hand, her fingers gripping something small, pointing towards the ground.

Instinctively I reach out my hand, palm up for her to drop whatever she has into mine.

She does, it is so small that I can’t see it.

She looks into my eyes and says, “Your good enough.”

‐‐—–‐——

Nice way to be awakened.

It’s my practice to always meditate on my dreams. They can offer up a great deal of information. This child shows up in my dreams often. She is usually with her mother. Not really sure who they are or exactly what they symbolize.

Heart Sultra

Morning Meds; 10 18 19

In celebration of the Heart Sultra

I choose to step beyond the beyond, Beyond the world of fear and sad songs.

Beyond the atmosphere of hurt and despair.

Beyond the physical vibrations of earthly life.

Beyond my hopes, desires and will.

Beyond the things that hold me still.

Beyond the beyond, where polarities merge.

Where love prevails and peace reigns supreme.

I choose to go with all my soul,

to the home I’m from,

to the home I know.

Let the essence of the beyond the beyond

shake me to my spiritual bones

so again I feel home.

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(I often think that our downtimes are just a case of homesickness.)

(The Heart Sutra, Maticintin. Dharmavidya Publishing)

(Gone! Gone! Gone to the beyond, and beyond the beyond! O prajina paramita Rejoice!)

Soothing Voices

Morning Meds; 10 18 18

The voice of a parent, comforted the frightened child,

“It’s all right, it’s just a dream. You are not alone.”

I hear the voice of Source uttering the same.

Makes me wonder where the round,

“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, … life is but a dream” originated?