Ceremony

4/17/17

It is in this space that I fail

intended for a chance pass

with a soul who can see my humanity

words and works not meant

to be commodities

but precious eggs

fertilized by experiences of love.

How objective can we be in this

constant society of spectacles?

I can be inspired by the full moon

the glow of dusk

the shy acquiescence in a smile

an animal’s quiet beauty.

Do I need mass media?

Does it make us more informed citizens?

Or more conformed citizens?

Can we not see what it is a means to our end?

When did we find comfort in formula?

Where is the balance and unconditioned drala?

I suffer from the absence

of true connection that comes

from absolute senses untouched

by false realities.

The beauty of a ceremony

is that it has been tried before

but the right ingredients and events

unfold spontaneously,

whispered by a medicine woman

like potent incense trailing up to a

starless night sky.

Bike Ride

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11/8/2016

As I ride past McKay Lake

a whir of burnt yellow

soft orange, cerulean glass

ripples, reeds reaching

for the sky, petrichor and

warm pockets of air

surround before cool

drafts numb my cheeks

I think: I am enveloped

in an embrace.

Autumn leaves dance

my eyes graze

memories decayed, crumbles

soon a reservoir of

contemplation will blanket,

blessings light as

snowflakes, kisses up ahead.

Autumn Love Poetry

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Gold coins high against gray sky

a still morning

deadly quiet.

A burning orb emerges

reminding me of love

illuminated mysterious

light when he peaks,

beauty unfolding

blooming like a yellow rose.

I close my eyes

feel warm rays

gently massaging

my skin in a cold

house, a cold fall

day fading into

winter outside leaves

swirling

like colorful ballerinas

in a dance toward

death mulches frozen soil

soon layered with

frosty powdered white

a world with beauty

that’s much more so

with brilliant billows

spontaneous blazing streaks

your fingers,

a love as bright as the sun.

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Malvorrosa My Love

In a warm pink glow

the sun dips her head

below graceful palms

dark emerald hues

cascading foam

breathing rhythmic

stanzas

far away yet fresh

like a spring

water quenching

my heart’s thirst.

Your body beckons

your arms surround

mine like gentle

lapping waves

always in my head

heralding smiles

soon against your chest

resting eternal

comfort softly burning

a forever memory.

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Summer Reading of Autobiography of a Yogi

Throughout this summer I’ve been leisurely reading ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ by Paramahansa Yogananda.  As a regular yoga practitioner for over six years now I was especially keen on reading this book.  It’s a beautifully written essential text about the origins and history of yoga in India, and how it came to the west.  It is filled with inspirational tales of the life of Yogananda as well as sketches of the  lives of India’s most illustrious yoga masters, gurus, prophets and saints, exploring the unity of theological and philosophical beliefs of the east and west.

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Here are some quotes that I found full of wisdom:

“The deeper the Self-realization of a man, the more he influences the whole universe by his subtle spiritual vibrations, and the less he himself is affected by the phenomenal flux.”

 

“In deep meditation, the first experience of Spirit is on the altar of the spine, and then in the brain.  The torrential bliss is overwhelming, but the yogi learns to control its outward manifestations.”

 

“Ordinary love is selfish, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions.  Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change.  The flux of the human heart is gone forever at the transfixing touch of pure love.”

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“Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire.”

 

“Thought is a force, even as electricity or gravitation.  The human mind is a spark of the almighty consciousness of God.  I could show you that whatever your powerful mind believes very intensely would instantly come to pass.”

 

“Forget the past.  The vanished lives of all men are dark with many shames.  Human conduct is ever unreliable until man is anchored in the Divine.  Everything in future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now.”

 

“I have found that life persists in the midst of destruction.  Therefore there must be a higher law than that of destruction.  Only under that law would well-ordered society be intelligible and life worth living.”

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“”Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength,” Christ has proclaimed; “This is the first commandment.”

 

“Clear your mind of dogmatic theological debris; let in the fresh, healing waters of direct perception.  Attune yourself to the active inner Guidance; the Divine Voice has the answer to every dilemma of life.  Though man’s ingenuity for getting himself in trouble appears to be endless, the Infinite Succor is no less resourceful.”

 

“I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillments only love, the natural blessings of the outdoors, and intelligent crossing and selection.  In the span of my own lifetime I have observed such wondrous progress in plant evolution that I look forward optimistically to the healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles of simple and rational living.  We must return to nature and nature’s God.”

 

 

Consciousness & Morning Poetry

You are not your mind or your thoughts. You are the consciousness in which the thoughts come and go. – Deepak Chopra

I usually wake up

too early

when God’s fingertips are

just gently touching the horizon

orange or light blue streaks

through the curtains

birds singing & chirping merrily

or sleepily or maybe that’s

how I hear them in

a lucid gossamer state.

Those things I said or

wrote come back to me

in words, sentences

driving pins in my mind.

It’s nice when I can

laugh them off and

forget but occasionally

they keep me up until the

alarm sounds,

sweetly my love

reaches for my body

and we try to go back

to our dreams until

the radio blares again

if we are lucky it’s

a jazz song streaming

soulfully to announce

a beautiful day

and if not I am comforted

even if sleep deprived

because there is an embrace

and how blessed

I am that it belongs to you

and it for me.

Moon Poetry

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The moon is always there
early morning slivers
dusky evening full blooms
powerful as love in a woman’s eyes.

Whether resting or traveling
I need her consistent peace
gentle undulating waters
in my heart and soul.

She shines, beams
beckons ocean waves, sprouts,
harvests; I shall tip toe
among gardens blessed
bathing in her lunar light.