Ancient Tools for The 21st Century Revolution.

If we could balance our human intelligence with intuition, we could solve everything because we wouldn’t be the ones solving.

We would be vessels for the energy that formed the Earth and all life on it.

We’re all just kids who don’t know a lot more than we know, and we’re afraid not to know,

so we hide behind demagoguery, serious faces, grave dispositions,

and social agreements made more for acceptance than inherent belief;  

but we’re only afraid not to know 

because we’re blocking the Knowing the geese know when they fly in formation,

that the flower knows when it blooms,

that the bee knows when it flies thousands of miles to reach a mate,

that the plant knows when it chooses (yes chooses) where to tap the nutrient rich spot of soil without any definable senses we can measure.

We are mostly animal, mineral, and plant cells.

Very little of us is purely human.

But we’ve allowed that little bit to replace Natural Intelligence/Instinct,

and out of harmony with Earth and Universe, we are moving in a direction that

must be balanced for the survival of All. 

Meditation, Nature, Yoga, Contemplation, Gardening, Deep Breathing, Spiritually Alive Literature and/or Prayer . . .

Ancient Tools For The 21st Century Revolution

to Reconnect with The Voice That Guides Without Words.

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Your Glorious Mind

Los Angeles

Runyon Canyon

Gorgeous Hike

Breathtaking Sunset

Awing distant city lights

Far beneath the mountain

*

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.

*

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?)

*

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.

*

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!”

*

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! 

 *

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.”

*

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.

*

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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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.

 *

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.

*

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.

*

The cycles of Life,

of Light

of Love,

The cycles of All Creation.

*

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.

*

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.

 *

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.

*

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.

*

She awakens me

through gentleness

through delicacy,

That I may see with Pure eyes.

*

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.

*

My Great Teacher,

What greater lesson could be taught,

than how to be Alive in Life?

*

Magic things happen

through the Sacred Awareness,

In the Hour of the Changing Light.

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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.

* * * * * * * * * * *

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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Somewhere To Go

If I had succeeded

In the Creative Passions & Pursuits

I’ve poured my heart into

and years into,

I would have continued

Striving, trying

to give something else

Good, Useful, Edifying,

Something worth another’s Time.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The success I sought,

if Attained,

would not have been a finish line.

Why on Earth did I let Failure become one?

* * * * * * * * * * *

Some time ago, I opened a door to I-Ching,

and it opened a door in me.

I was guided to words that became a part of me:

“It furthers one to have somewhere to go.”

The Power and Aliveness of this 5000 year old Truth

revealed a bit more of itself during:

I’m-just-going-to-watch-this-beautiful-summer-sky-and-breathe meditation.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I love looking UP on days like today.

I never get bored.

Sky meditation is a Somewhere-To-Go that Furthers

It awakens The Authentic Happiness,

that isn’t based on something ‘happening.’

* * * * * * * * * * * *

When I first read the I Ching wisdom,

I thought the Somewhere To Go

Must be an Impassioned Life-Mission

A Protracted investment of Time and Attention

Today the Sky helped me see a broader interpretation:

* * * * * * * * * * *

Every moment, every action,

Even contemplating a cloud,

Can be a Somewhere To Go that Furthers.

When I am fully invested in the Present

be it a Task, a time of Relaxation, Play, or Creation,

I am in my Sacred Somewhere To Go.

When I’m all in, there is no self

and that is Liberation.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Buddha’s wisdom teaches, “No self, no problem.”

The Somewhere To Go is The Way

To No Self

No Problem.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Even if my Somewhere To Go is Nothingness,

In my Nothingness,

I am in my Somewhere To Go

Out of Self,

Out of Self’s Growing Story,

Out of Self’s need to drag its heavy past

Into every New Fresh experience

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So Somewhere To Go offers Liberation from Self.

Liberation from Self offers Liberation

from Attachment to Success or Failure.

Liberation from Attachment to Success or Failure

Liberates the Artist from the Influence,

Of These Two Non-Finish lines

Which consciously or unconsciously affect

The Creativity of all Artists

Not-Free of Attachment.

* * * * * * * * * * *

NOW,

Work may be pursued in the purity

of non-attachment,

In the Earnestness and Openness

Of the Beginner’s Mind.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Creativity may still Stir Us Up,

Drive us Mad,

Thrill us to Unreason!

Clear calm water

May suddenly Storm!

* * * * * * * * * * *

All the more reason to be free

of the unnecessary, non-contributory,

hindering turmoil, in

Egoic Attachment to Success or Failure.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Neither is a destination

Each is only a Step

On an Artist’s Journey.

Of Infinite Footfalls.

* * * * * * * * * * *

In non-attachment

We reconnect

With Our Pure Creator Within,

and have no more expectations,

than we did in pre-school finger painting

as the artist we were at four years old

As The Pure Beginner’s Mind.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Doesn’t that sound Beautiful and Free?

That is the Feeling of

The Somewhere To Go

That Furthers One.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Whether it is Success Or Failure

that my Creation finds,

I am Furthered

When I am All In,

When Self Is Lost,

When Creating is All.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I am not there

When I am in my Somewhere To Go

I Am My Somewhere To Go

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Glorious Summer Day

I can think my life a tragedy

I can think it anything

Darkness is the old default

But not on this Glorious Summer Day!

The sun, not yet setting, but past peak,

its Westerly light on the Bougainvillea,

The colorful bract, reflecting the Sun Brilliantly!

And a gorgeous bird foraging within,

also shining in the light

makes it impossible to stop this SMILE!

A pair of larger birds dance on the opposite roof

One chases the other on foot

Palm trees green against blue  Summer sky,

And now an early Moon wants to join

I LOVE IT!

A soft breeze, multiple forms of cacti in the garden below,

My whole heart loves desert plants,

A hummingbird flies under me, from my balcony perch.

I usually get to see a cat-sized squirrel

LEAP from the rooftop to the tallest, most glorious Palm in view

Before the day is done.

They cut most of my beautiful Tree with its Orange Blossoms

and so went the hummingbirds, my pleasure at dusk.

But more Orange Blossoms are appearing

It is Returning

And I do see a hummingbird or two

They are Returning,

And I am Returning

To Who I Am And Called To Be

Returning to the place before I lost myself

And so says the Tree and the littlest birds that love its flowers.

We Are Nature All.

I love these moments of Blue Sky,

Summer Days,

Soaring Birds

Soft Breeze,

An urban scene?

If you say so.

I don’t see the telephone poles,

the wires, the helicopters, the world . . .

I only knows they are there

because you talk about them.

(and yes I see the typo 

two lines up and two words in. 

I did not modify it, I cherish it! 

It made me laugh.) 

I see the Earth that lives on,

in all its infinite manifestations

With or without us, in spite of us

The summer breeze nearing dusk is like a soft kiss,

The gentlest feel

Mind stills

words cease

I Am Here

Now

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