The Unseen Disadvantage

THE RACE 

The first runner is 100 feet ahead of almost everyone 

but the second runner is very close behind him

The third runner is 50 feet behind the first two

The last runner is a shocking 100 feet the behind the first two. 

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Now a loudspeaker comes on revealing 

there is one last runner who has not even appeared on the horizon yet. 

An aerial view is offered of the running course, 

We now see each of the runners had a different starting point. 

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And now we see the runner who has not yet appeared on the horizon.

The distance he has had to cross is incomparably longer

than any other runner in the race.

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Though he is not yet in sight on the horizon, 

this view reveals 

the last runner to be miraculous. 

The greater distance he has traveled is now witnessed.

His endurance, perseverance, and relentless striving 

to conquer the disadvantage 

has revealed the true victor.  

The crowd cheers, reveling in his achievement. 

But he can’t hear them or see them. 

The distance is too great. 

He is looking ahead for the runners he can’t catch up to. 

He feels his race is lost, and begins to despair. 

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We can’t know another’s journey by watching the finish line. 

If we can’t see the whole picture, 

we can’t know who is in the lead, and who is falling behind

“The 10,000 things rise and fall without cease.” Lao Tzu. 

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When we see our neighbor who lives on the street

We can consider his unseen disadvantage 

that has led to the disadvantage we can see.

Compassion may replace short-sighted judgment.

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When we see someone doing so well 

that our own life suddenly seems insignificant

We can consider the distance 

that we have traveled

both within and externally.

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And if after consideration

we find no justification

for the lack of tantamount achievement in our own life,  

let’s not allow comparison to the well-doer to become self annihilation. 

Let’s allow the comparison to inspire the fire to Strive; 

that it may be received with empowering Gratitude 

and never the obstacle of resentment. 

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The Whispering Love

“The Whispering Love That Watches Over”

Or

“Your Weird Little Cat”

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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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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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* Become *

Why?

Why am I in this body,

with

Impulses

Weaknesses

‘fraidy cat stuff

Head trips? 

Why is The Godself

in a body

with all these

imperfections,

with eyes and a mind

that recognize Perfection,

which makes me

know I am not

Perfection?

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What is the Purpose

of the

Journey

to

Perfect Ourselves

if the

Godself

within

is

already

Perfect?

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Why?

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I am not

Resisting,

I am not

Refusing,

I am not

Challenging

My

Great Creatress 

I just want to know,

Why?

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Stillness 

in 

mind. 

I put my notebook 

of mad scribbles down 

and continue to sweat it out 

on the 

indoor bike 

Watching a rockstar 

in midnight hours

scream for me. 

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A flash of light to my right, 

then,  

a thought 

Stagnation is poison

Sliding back is suffering

Forward is the only Healthy Motion

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School

We take a class

Learn, even Master

a Subject.

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another flash of light 

on the left this time 

Maybe when we have

Mastered something

we are to  move on

And learn anew.

Open a new Door

A new Subject

A new direction

A new reason

simply because

it is new

and

not-yet-learned.

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We’re Here to Learn and Grow

We’re Here To Become

That’s why we’re Here

Wow.

gosh.

o.k.

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An Afterthought,

Why would God even bother

learning, struggling, dealing

with

Imperfection

when She is Perfect Now?

She has it All.

She is All.

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I was blessed to have it all, once.

Without a direction

I

almost died.

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We Become

so we do not

UnBecome.

 We Become

Because

We Are.

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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

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Be As Me. 

Let go of Thought

Let go of Fear.

Root Deeply Into Earth

And Rise Up

Into Ever Greater Light.

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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.

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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.

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Hold Fast To Your Ever

Deepening

E X P A N D I N G

ROOT,

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If

the

 Tree Grew tall

before

the

Roots grew Deep

it would not end well.

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When RA is Bright

Let this Nourish and give thanks.

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When the cloud hides your Sun,

See, How thin the veil!

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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.

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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.

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She Speaks

I breathe with Her

Listen to Her

Experience Her

Fall in Love with Her.

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Orange golden light

of the setting Sun

shimmering

whispering

shining

in

Her

oh

so

Delicate Fronds.

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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.

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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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Suzuki and The Recipe

Many words on Presence, Mindfulness.

A Feeling Can Teach.

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Calm Still small Slow

after Yoga.

Hummingbirds play and evoke smiles.

Peace.

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Then,

an Idea!

I could do THIS!

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And my mind leaves

the lovely moment

and does not plan calmly.

It is always in a hurry.

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If I read these words I write

If they were from another mind

I would recognize this.

But would I truly learn?

Would I become aware?

Would I change?

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A Feeling can Teach.

When I felt the change,

upon arrival of inspiration,

from peace

to Exhilaration! 

I felt in my heart, NO.

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I am on my balcony.

Breathing.

Loving My Hummingbirds.

Smiling because.

And inspired thought

must wait its turn.

Its arrival has shifted the energy.

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Peace is always here

if i allow it.

Even in a Storm

Peace is within reach.

An inspired thought

does not need a fast energy.

That happens when I think

it is ‘my‘ inspired thought.

(ha!)

I am the little ‘i’.

God, the Great I.

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Suzuki says,

“If we are aware that what we do,

what we create, 

is really the gift of the big ‘I,’

we will not be attached to it, 

and we will not create problems 

for ourselves and others.” 

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Thank you, great teacher.

Your words live within. 

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But it was a feeling that made me See.

Truth is a recipe book.

It means nothing

until we cook.

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