The Possible Goals

I am sharing words that are not my own.

These words helped me

get back on the horse 

in this Year Of The Horse

May they help you 

if you need help.

“Usually we all set impossible goals and try to achieve them. 

Then when we fail we decide it really is impossible.

And once we confirm it is impossible,

we stop putting forth even the little effort

that we were putting into it.

After that all we do is blame the world,

blame God and everyone.

Our whole life ends in blaming others. 

So first fix a practical goal.

Realize what is possible

When you know something is possible, start 

working toward it.

Even small victories that you achieve can bring great encouragement.

This will give you tremendous courage and confidence.

You will then start moving steadily toward deeper Truths.

You will start to achieve and live what I call, “Living Enlightenment.”

—Swami Nithyananda 

(Living Enlightenment) 

Nithyananda

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The Courage To Dream Again

(adapted from a letter to a friend)

Return, Fear, and The Nature of True Dreams.

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1. RETURN: Return to whatever dream, if it happened, would fill you up, and make you happy. But really imagine it happening. Is it the work that makes you happy in and of itself, or is it the recognition, the pay-off? What work makes you happy, all by itself? What feels good? If we don’t know what that is, that’s ok. At least we’re opening the door of wonder, to find out.

2. FEAR: We’re afraid to try again because we’re looking at it wrong. Let’s say you starred in your own film, won an Oscar, and I won a Pulitzer for my stuff. Now what? Pressure’s on. Are you a one hit wonder? Am I? There are expectations now. Let’s say we get a few successes, get used to that, but what then? Will it be a lifelong success, or will we fall out of fashion? Become has-beens? Is that less terrifying than being a never-was?

You and I are wrong to think our dreams are broken because our last efforts didn’t turn out the way we’d hoped. There is no finish line, no Destination except this moment; no ending point, except our last breath. Every time we try and hope for something, its always going to be the same risk. Doesn’t matter if the last thing failed or succeeded. The next thing will be just as risky. The same is true for everyone who tries for a dream, at any time at any age.

3. THE NATURE OF TRUE DREAMS: If our dreams are age restrictive, they’re not true dreams. You wanted to be an A-list actor before you were 30, and I wanted my novel to be a best-seller by that time. The reason these dreams weren’t real, is they had a finishline, a delusion disguised as hope that said, “When I hit THIS I’ve made it!

But like the #2 Fear paragraph says, there is no “made it!” No finishline that makes everything great, forever. Success can even increase pressure and fear. So if we still want those same things, if those really are our dreams, we need to change them up in our minds to be True Dreams. A true actor’s dream might be: I’m going to give my all to be the best actor I can be; I will devote the rest of my life to improving my craft to give all that I can.

Who can take that dream away? Who can stop us from doing that at any age? That is a dream independent of circumstance and industry, reliant only upon our Devotion. That is a lifelong mission statement. With that lifelong mission statement, whether failure or success comes, it won’t derail us.

Both success and failure are great at derailing dreamers. Look how many die at the top. Even if success lasted the rest of your life or mine, the fulfillment it brought would leave, unless the work is fulfilling, in and of itself, which takes us back to paragraph #1 RETURN.

That’s why we need to define that True dream, the work that is fulfilling all by itself, and that lifelong mission statement, that is independent of success and failure.

Success and Failure are ripples on a pond. But the True Dream, the Lifelong Mission Statement, is the Pond. We need the pond, not the ripples that come and go.

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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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* 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?

 *

What is the Purpose

of the

Journey

to

Perfect Ourselves

if the

Godself

within

is

already

Perfect?

 *

Why?

*

I am not

Resisting,

I am not

Refusing,

I am not

Challenging

My

Great Creatress 

I just want to know,

Why?

*

 *

*

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. 

*

A flash of light to my right, 

then,  

a thought 

Stagnation is poison

Sliding back is suffering

Forward is the only Healthy Motion

*

School

We take a class

Learn, even Master

a Subject.

*

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.

*

We’re Here to Learn and Grow

We’re Here To Become

That’s why we’re Here

Wow.

gosh.

o.k.

*

An Afterthought,

Why would God even bother

learning, struggling, dealing

with

Imperfection

when She is Perfect Now?

She has it All.

She is All.

*

I was blessed to have it all, once.

Without a direction

I

almost died.

*

We Become

so we do not

UnBecome.

 We Become

Because

We Are.

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* * * b r e a t h e * * * p e a c e * * *

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

i n h a l e  from bottom up

e x h a l e  from top down

Words on bottom for Root,

Words in Center For Heart

Words on top For Mind

Space For Spirit

Three Breaths To Feel Good

Three More To Feel Great

Three More To Feel God

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

I                  (       *      )           E              (     *    )

N                T R U T H        X             P L A Y                     v

H             B E A U T Y                    P R O S P E R I T Y    v

A          L O V E          ^          A                   L O V E                   v

L         H E A L T H   ^            L                     P E A C E                v

E:    R O O T        ^                 E:                        P U R P O S E        v          

                          ^                                                                                 v                                

                       ^                                                                                        v

* * * start inhale* * *   <   <   <   <   <   <   <   <   <  <  <  <  <   <  * * * end exhale* * *

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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.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Then,

an Idea!

I could do THIS!

* * * * * * * * * * *

And my mind leaves

the lovely moment

and does not plan calmly.

It is always in a hurry.

* * * * * * * * * * *

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?

* * * * * * * * * * *

A Feeling can Teach.

When I felt the change,

upon arrival of inspiration,

from peace

to Exhilaration! 

I felt in my heart, NO.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I am on my balcony.

Breathing.

Loving My Hummingbirds.

Smiling because.

And inspired thought

must wait its turn.

Its arrival has shifted the energy.

* * * * * * * * * * *

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.

* * * * * * * * * * *

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.” 

* * * * * * * * * * *

Thank you, great teacher.

Your words live within. 

* * * * * * * * * * *

But it was a feeling that made me See.

Truth is a recipe book.

It means nothing

until we cook.

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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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