The Self-Love Mantra/Mudra

Everything

we

do

touch

think

create

Achieve

in our life

emanates from us.

So whatever it is we need or want

will be come through us best

if we love ourselves more

and doubt ourselves less.

The Self Love Mantra/Mudra

is an audible or silent chant

using the fingers.

Think of the Thumb as “Myself”

for you are the Central Figure

in all that happens in your Life.

The Forefinger,

is

“My Home,”

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The Second finger,

is

“My Town,”

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The Third finger,

is

“My Work,” 

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The Fourth finger 

is

“My Life.” 

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Put the tip of your forefinger on the tip of your thumb.

Breathe in and think

“I Love Myself,”

Breathe Out and think,

“I Love My Home,” 

Put the tip of your second finger to the tip of your thumb

Breathe in and think,

“I Love Myself,”

Breathe Out and think,

“I Love My Town,”

Put the tip of your third finger to the tip of your thumb

Breathe in and think,

“I Love Myself,”

Breathe out and think,

“I Love My Work,” 

Put the tip of your little finger to the tip of your thumb.

Breathe in and think,

“I Love Myself,”

Breathe Out and think,

“I Love My Life,” 

As you Inhale Deeply,

FILL YOURSELF WITH LOVE

As you Exhale

Feel yourself sharing this love

with the surrounding body of your

home,

town

work

&

life.

These four four-letter words,

encapsulate the entire existence.

Your “work” is not only the work itself

but everyone that work touches and affects.

Even if you don’t like your work

the mantra will either help you see what you love in it

or transport you to work you truly do love.

And “Life” certainly is the Catch-All.

Nothing is excluded.

And if you live in a city

use the word ‘town’ anyway.

It is monosyllabic,

more personal

and keeps the mantra

in perfect rhythm.

In deep still slow-breath meditation

More time and visualization

can be applied to each of the four stages.

In fast meditation

such as a brisk walk,

you can tap your fingers,

and mentally chant

with every footfall.

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Its a very flexible mantra

and a very powerful one.

Filling yourself with Love

has

Astonishing Impact.

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The Whispering Love

“The Whispering Love That Watches Over”

Or

“Your Weird Little Cat”

a

kind

of

poem

by

me.

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There is a Love that loves all that you do

A Love that stands by you, Constant and True

All that you are, increases this Love

She sees you as pure as Heaven Above

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Your imperfect ways make this Love grow each day

Like you love your weird cat and her weird little ways

And when you feel off and slip into the dark

This Love that now watches increases in Heart

All that you choose only makes this Love more

You can’t mess it up, your breath makes Her soar

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This Love feels no anger or judgment or worse

There’s no disappointment, in Love you are first

and foremost in all that you are and you do

You can’t break this Love, for this Love has made you

And Love makes you still, and ever Love will

You are this Great Love, just surrender and feel

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Love is Eternal and can’t cost a thing

Love is a Presence not that diamond ring

Love is who sits by you when you’re alone

Love knows your thoughts and Love blesses your home

Love is the Light that you sometimes might see

At the edge of your eye, when you Simply Be

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Yes, Love like the Love that you have for your cat

Yet to this Great Love you are much more than that

For even if you love your cat with whole heart

You and your cat sadly someday must part

This Love that is watching you reading this now

Is Love that can’t fade for Love doesn’t know how

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If your canvas fades will your painting still stay?

Will your little home stand if the Earth goes away?

Could Earth even be without space to exist?

Could flowers still grow, without angels’ soft kiss?

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When you see how connected all things have to be

Love takes on Aliveness, to those who are free

of frail little walls in a scared thinking mind

which needs to feel safe more than needs to be kind

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You see through those walls when you smile at a bird

in thanks for the song that your love-formed ears heard

You tear through the veil, when you witness and sigh

the golden orange sunsets, and sacred sunrise

When you play with a child, not for them, but for you

When you wish on a star, all you long to come true

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Its a Love like that Love, that is watching you now

But She’s bigger than you, so She has more Love Power

Revealing to you who you are and are not.

Setting you free when you think are caught

Love never stops Loving or Guiding your life

She’s there in your peace, in your joy and your strife

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Love kisses your forehead as you fall asleep

Love kisses each tear of your heart when it weeps

Love gives you the dreams to set sweet soul above

a world that made rules which are not based in Love

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“I love you! I love you! I love you!” Love sighs,

“Through all of your lives and your lies and your cries,

I love you unto each and every new birth

I save you from bodies before grave or hearse

I Am the True Love which Gives flesh its Sweet Life

I Am Love Eternal, the Source of All Light

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“So when you feel love for your weird little cat

Know that I’ve loved you for centuries like that.

And I love you now, and I’ll help you to heal

I’ll whisper your Truth when you’re quiet and still.”

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Your Glorious Mind

Los Angeles

Runyon Canyon

Gorgeous Hike

Breathtaking Sunset

Awing distant city lights

Far beneath the mountain

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Yet on that hike

Walking past

Moviestar Beauty,

Shockingly Intense,

So much so,

that these co-hiking humans

appeared to be

 another species entirely,

I found myself slipping into comparison,

and self annihilation arrived.

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I told my hiking friend,

“I see people so gorgeous

I want to leap off the mountain!”

He laughed and said he felt the same way.

(Did that mean he wanted me to leap off the mountain?)

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Yet moments later, my outlook changed

when  I happened upon

the most beautiful person on the mountain,

Quite possibly the most beautiful person ever.

His legs were bent in an unusual way,

he walked with two canes,

swaying from side to side,

and he was different from everyone,

because he had the Biggest Truest Smile of All.

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He was looking around,

at all the people,

at the breath taking views,

and his lit up eyes and awesome smile irradiated,

“Isn’t this GREAT?! 

Isn’t it AMAZING we all 

get to do this?!

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING IS!”

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He was bursting with

Joy, Wonder, Awe & Gratitude!

And as we walked past one another

His Burst of Light

leapt into my Spirit

and I felt as he felt,

whilst in his presence:

ALIVE! 

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Einstein once said,

“There are only two ways to live your life,

One is as though nothing is a miracle,

The other as though everything is a miracle.”

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The most beautiful person on the mountain

saw Miracles

and he taught me to see them as well,

with only his Spirit and his Smile.

I learned from him this day, that:

True Beauty never makes you feel less than.

True Beauty makes you feel

Alive With Gratitude!

And Consumed with Aliveness

the false and fretful fear-driven

comparative little egoic mind,

has not the slightest hope of

of dashing a delightfully lovely day.

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It  truly takes a Glorious Mind

to appreciate a Glorious Day.

And I thank you truly,

Most Beautiful Person Ever,

 for sharing with me

 Your Glorious Mind,

that birthed the smile

that gave

Such Light!

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Bryant and the Chicken Lady

I love my neighborhood.

I feel safe walking at night.

I went up to the local drugstore,

open 24 hours,

and saw Bryant again,

a man on the street

I met around Thanksgiving.

He said, “I remember you!

You gave me a whole cooked chicken!

Man, that was good!”

I said, “I know,

I got one for me too.”

He was chilled and shivering,

nose was running,

but smiling

with his kind eyes.

I asked if he needed anything,

He said, “No, I’m fine.”

I asked “Are you sure?”

He said,

“Yeah, I’m great no worries.”

I asked if he’d be in the parking lot when I came out.

He said ‘Yes.’

I got some cash when I checked out

and went out to give it to him.

I laughed out loud when I saw

a line,

a little line of people,

waiting,

to give Bryant money.

Ha!

And we were all waiting,

because when someone helps Bryant,

Bryant wants to take the time

to make each one of us

feel appreciated.

Then a man comes out of the market.

He told us we were idiots!

He said,

“This guy is just cleaning up!”

“Get a job!” he yelled at Bryant.

I was last in line,

nearest to the grouch,

and he said to me as he walked off,

“You know he’s taking all of you, don’t you?”

And I said, “No.

He’s giving to all of us.

We’re all just running one more errand in a day

and Bryant gives us the chance

to feel like we’re giving something

that means something

to someone.

He remembers each one of us,

He gives us his kindness,

and

best of all,

he makes each one of us

feel appreciated.

When have you bought so much

for a couple of bucks?”

I’d like to say I reached this cranky man,

and he joined us in line, 

But that didn’t happen.

I did however,

get a little round of applause,

from we who found it worth the wait

and the spare change,

to feel we gave something meaningful,

to be remembered,

to receive such kindness

from our neighbor temporarily without a home,

and best of all,

to feel

our presence mattered today.

Thank you, Bryant.

If

you

ask

me,

you’re not charging enough!

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The Hour Of The Changing Light

She teaches me

how fast it all goes,

how to savor This.

Were it not for Her

I may have spent life

not living,

only doing,

fretting and frittering

my fading hours away

in endless to-do’s

and

never

ever

ever

be.

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She makes me feel

a soft yet horribly deep sorrow

at the time I’ve lost

within the false state:

Alive, but not recognizing Life! 

The state of unreason

cultures are built upon.

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She reminds me to honor

in Sacred Devotion and Gratitude

The setting Sun,

sacred in its own right,

and all it represents:

All that Enters and gives Life,

then leaves us alone in Night,

to softly find a way back in,

to lure us into Light again.

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The cycles of Life,

of Light

of Love,

The cycles of All Creation.

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All this She Teaches

in Her sensual adieu

To the God of The Golden Orange Light,

whose Emergence and Disappearance

Form the Magic Hour

Where yin and yang kiss,

And become one another,

And the veil between

fades to naught.

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The realm of opposites join here:

Ra to Luna.

Birth to Death.

Light to Dark.

God to Man,

The hour in which we may

 whisper to Spirits,

And Spirits may whisper

Sacred Truths to us.

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She devotes Herself

to Ra’s egress

with all Her Western faces.

Her delicate, graceful fingers,

gently caressing even the last fleeting trace

of precious fading Light.

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I feel Her yearning, reaching,

even unto the last dying sunbeam.

So glorious, to see a Tree in Prayer!

So glorious to be aware!

So glorious to have Eyes that See,

 if only in shared sunsets,

in which She helps me enter,

The Sacred Awareness.

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She awakens me

through gentleness

through delicacy,

That I may see with Pure eyes.

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She lures my Awareness

 into the most subtle aspects of Her Grace

That I may recognize within myself,

all I am drawn to in Her.

In the breath, in the poise, in the fingers,

in the step, in the balance, in the motion,

in the gentleness and the delicacy,

the busy noise of mind can fade

that I may discover

even the to-do’s

are better achieved

When lost in the gentleness and grace of the doing.

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My Great Teacher,

What greater lesson could be taught,

than how to be Alive in Life?

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Magic things happen

through the Sacred Awareness,

In the Hour of the Changing Light.

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