A Love Letter

Someone I love was in suffering.

I wrote him a letter.

He placed it where he could see it daily.

He said it helped him.

I am sharing this letter here.

Maybe it will be of use to you.

The approach is always useful to me.

It is based in the teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh.

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My Dearest,

I’m so very sorry to hear you are struggling with things.

I believe in you and I have a suggestion.

Hanh says in practice, we can bring happiness to ANY moment.

Take the time to tend to yours, please.

Stop and take 20, just to breathe with an uplifting mantra,

with DEVOTION.

Check out of your life and into your breath.

Breathing in, I feel Calm.

Breathing out, I Smile.

Breathing in, Dwelling in this Present Moment

Breathing out, I Know this is a wonderful Moment.

(One of Hanh’s.)

Reversal mantras too, are an instant turn around.

Take the issue that is bringing you difficulty;

if it is prosperity for example:

Breathing in, I am Completely Relaxed.

Breathing out, I am earning well doing what I most love!

This practice can be called on to bring peace and a healing mindset for any life challenge.

There are two forms of prayer: supplication and affirmation.

When you affirm what you wish as if it has already happened,

that is a powerful prayer.

When you plead for circumstances to be different,

you affirm your deliverance has not happened.

I think this is why the sansrkit chants are celebratory.

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These are the times to lean on your practice.

You have a mala. Put it to use.

Its what it is around your neck for, Darling. : )

I love you so very much.

You have a Universe to turn to.

Don’t carry it all yourself, ok?

 

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“Her Again” or “I’m Getting A Serious Crush On This Tree.”

She notices me

penning Her portrait in words.

In the Night I cannot see any of Her faces

But Her Voice speaks to my Spirit

 *

Be As Me. 

Let go of Thought

Let go of Fear.

Root Deeply Into Earth

And Rise Up

Into Ever Greater Light.

 *

Stand strong that someday

you may become a refuge

for those in need of Strength

As I am a Refuge

For all that Live In My Arms,

even as the squirrel in these arms

is a refuge for Her little ones.

 *

When the hard wind blows

Yield and you will not break!

When the darkness comes

Stand Strong, Root and Strive!

When the Darkness is past

Give thanks for deliverance.

*

Hold Fast To Your Ever

Deepening

E X P A N D I N G

ROOT,

*

If

the

 Tree Grew tall

before

the

Roots grew Deep

it would not end well.

*

When RA is Bright

Let this Nourish and give thanks.

*

When the cloud hides your Sun,

See, How thin the veil!

*

This Great Light is Yours,

and it is so much closer

Than you imagine.

Even when you cannot see The Light,

You have The Promise Of The Light,

Just beyond that thin veil.

*

When you are in the dark

Remember

the Light is already on its way.

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Awake Sometimes She Speaks

AWAKE

If I could be anything in this world,

I would want

to be

Awake.

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SOMETIMES

when I see me

in my life

outside of

myself,

I smile,

at the charm

of the simple matters

which make a life.

I smile at the pointless little worries

I once made

into such great worries.

It is a sweet, simple life,

with many Beautiful Blessings:

cat-sized squirrels,

bumblebee-sized hummingbirds,

pterodactyl sized crows,

sea gulls of predictable proportions,

The Great Palm

that the cat sized squirrel calls home.

Sunshine

Blue Sky

all experienced

in my

Fotomat-sized

tree house apartment.

No real worries.

Life is simple matters.

And I embrace these simple matters,

that Root Me To Life,

for I want to be Rooted in Life.

There are many little joys

and little joys

are the lasting and always kind,

not the exhilarators

that just go up and down.

If you can be happy to see and hear

Leaves on a tree

in orange golden setting sunlight

gently swaying

 in a soft caressing whispering wind,

you can be happy in all seasons.

* * * * * * * * * * *

She Speaks

I breathe with Her

Listen to Her

Experience Her

Fall in Love with Her.

*

Orange golden light

of the setting Sun

shimmering

whispering

shining

in

Her

oh

so

Delicate Fronds.

*

She watches over me

She says:

Never fret over what you want to be.

Become just what you are.

as

I Become All I Am. 

I am a tall tree 

The whole Kingdom can look upon me 

but only you See 

Hear 

Love  

Pray 

Talk 

Share

Life

with me. 

You love the animals 

that dwell within my shelter

as I do. 

You are from the forest 

and now in urban life

you long for that portal 

to the magic you knew 

where no humans tread upon 

Nature.

There you discovered 

the Beauty and Truth 

which dwells only in Pure Earth.

I am your portal, 

back to that Sacred Realm.  

In this 

I am your shelter too. 

You see in me Strength

You see in me Wisdom

You see in me Divine Beauty.

Be As Me. 

The Great Palm

now transforms

into another

of Her ancient faces

to Observe the Setting Sun

in Worshipful Devotion.

RA.

Gazing on the fading Light,

The fringes of her illumined

Golden Orange Fronds,

Like Fingers,

Delicately

Wave Goodbye

to Our Shared Source of Light and Life.

*

From Her Great Height

She now sees a Light

I cannot,

but She teaches me to See

As She Sees,

even though I have not grown

as much.

From Her I learn

SAT NAM

Constant Growth

in

Devotion

That I May Become

Just

what

I

am.

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Thanksgiving Sunrise

I am Thankful for the Many Blessings!

Thank You, Great Creator!

Gifts upon this Day:

A transcendent Sunrise

And a new verse

to an old song,

that transformed a past pain

into healing and peace.

I will not share the darkened past.

But gladly I share the new:

Lying still, I feel my breath 

Slowing down I am at rest 

 Now I feel some calm 

Painful past fades like a song 

Is it only that my thoughts were dark?

Is it me who now breaks my own heart?

 Breathing in, I feel more calm 

Breathing out those thoughts are gone 

No past lives here anymore 

I feel free when I breathe away my thoughts

a long lost smile, a sunrise in my heart 

I slipped out of the dark.

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the sun as it rose today

from the view of my laptop’s camera

through my bedroom window

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Suzuki at Sunset

His words stay.

His View Is True.

All Creation Through The Artist Is God. 

We say “I” made this,

Forgetting we are the little “i.”

Forgetting The Source,

We Become Attached To The Creation.

But it is only in non-attachment

We see its True Value.

Just Prior,

the Voice said,

Important is not a word for art.

Art is a child playing freely and madly with God.

In this play,

The child has the little role,

The Father, the Great One.

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Thoughts On a Dawn Not Wasted

I wish Mom was alive.

I wish Danny (my little brother) was alive.

I wish it was all sunny.

Things were darker than they needed to be.

I wish we were happier with each other, and with Life.

There is an inner Darkness

I feel I may never escape.

Yet I have escaped

In fiery passions, missions, quests,

The Burning Thing Inside.

And when these quests did not turn out as planned

The Darkness returned

And when Darkness returned,

I could not see, how very, very, very much

each one of those consuming quests had given me.

Each was transformative, and changed my life for the better.

I call upon the permanent gifts of each quest every day.

Lasting Treasures were always found, but not the ones I quested for.

Acceptance, Fame and Fortune in the way I wanted eluded capture

Instead I found only what I most needed, and will always draw from.

Only now, in my morning and my mourning, do I understand, even as I write.

My three many-yeared quests are what delivered me from the Darkness.

I have not wholly acknowledged the arrival of the Fourth, which is:

My Quest For a Mind, in Tune continuously

With the Infinite, Truth, Universe, Spirit, God, YourWordHere.

And this Quest too has delivered me from Darkness,

The Darkness that dwells in my bloodline,

That Darkness that has already taken lives too soon.

And in not wholly acknowledging this Fourth Mission,

I have not allowed its gifts to wholly (holy?) Adrenalize me, Empower me, Illumine me,

And Liberate me From the Darkness Within, as did The Previous Three,

When they had Life.

I see Lifelong that there has ever only, and shall ever only be, Two Directions:

I may run from The Darkness

Or I may run Toward The Light,

And these are very, Very, VERY Different Things,

Only one has worked.

Neither therapist, nor Sage could save my Two Lost.

To stagnate, is to allow the Dark Bloodline to overtake and kill.

What helps me run to the Light, is to See The Light

In my Obsessive Whole-Bodied Imagining of its Realization.

May My Fourth Call, enable the Previous Three

May It Not Be Too Late

May It Be my Raison Detre

May it Be an Endless Effortless Constant Wellspring of Life Motivation.

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May My Ride Be Filled With Signs

May These Be The Words Of Change

May My Target Be In Range

Bless My Quest and Bless This Rider

Bless The Songstress, Bless the Writer,

Bless The Seeker, and the Striver,

May This Mission Be My Driver.

Lord help me be Free At Last 

Break My Chains To Poisoned Past!   

And in the Fourth Quest,

The Horse I get back upon is called

Sadhana.

Freudian slip

As I read aloud

I said

Asana, 

(twice.)

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