transitory,
therein lies
the Human story.
here, in Body,
one minute;
gone, the Spirit,
next.
only just enough time
to be
seen
unwind
connect
affect
before,
in a quick breath
with stunning haste,
form
vanishes,
it dissipates.
conscious life
Sun Salutations
Dawn of a new day-
hooray!
Awake!
Give thanks!
Pray!
As within,
so without.
Morning meditations
strengthen thy House.
No perceived stress felt.
Mind, heart, body –
all aligned,
all in exquisite rest.
Work flows smoothly.
Everything moves so easily.
All that is seen is beauty,
even in this, the
big
busy
City.
No cacophony,
just sweet melodies.
No hurry,
only curiosity.
Frowns turned upside down;
smiles abound.
Gratitude, shared and found.
I see you, you see me.
Namaste,
we are a family!
No self-recrimination,
no regrets;
only admission
one did one’s best.
And so,
the stage is set
for when
dusk is met.
Peaceful sleep
will thee meet
with this day complete.
Deep calls unto Deep
such is when
Kindreds meet.
Deep calls unto Deep
when one cannot sleep
there is a yearning
as one is tossing
and turning.
Inside,
the child weeps.
Deep calls unto Deep
A dearly departed
snatches your heart,
tears it tenderly apart,
then captures your Soul
to make forever
free and bold.
Deep calls unto Deep
A majestic old tree,
an elephant resplendent
in its quiet dignity,
wondrous seas,
birth of little babies,
the birds and the bees.
All miracles,
they are
as the moon and the stars.
Look up and about,
Nature beseeches,
life so sweet
and utterly brief.
Deep calls unto Deep
L’Artiste
Blessed unrest,
the nest
in which
The Artist
all ways
seems to
reside.
Here,
she strives
to refine
define
design
that which is
ineffable
intangible
deeply spiritual;
that which dances
mysteriously,
provocatively
in her Head
then spreads
quickly
urgently
to her
fervent
Heart;
that which is
commonly
referred to as
one’s art.
A blessing
and a curse,
this art.
No clear end,
nor definitive start.
In its birthing,
both joy and pain,
moments crystal clear,
moments utterly insane.
Riddled with
insecurity
frustration
and doubt
throughout,
The Artist
stays the course
no matter the costs.
She simply must
and trust
in something
higher;
something
beyond
her.
For, she is but
the mere vessel,
a human conduit
through which
the insistent art
grows and flows,
and then
into the world
it goes.
Where it lands,
The Artist
is not
to know.
Not her concern
to this learn.
She’s done her part,
releasing the art.
COMPASSION
What a pity,
a Shakespearean tragedy,
when the eye
cannot
The Truth
see
and, thus,
compassion
will not
readily
from heart
release.
We all share a common humanity.
This, deep in our hearts,
we know with absolute certainty.
Alas, our tangled contradictions-
consequent of our latent inner demons-
often blurs our innate wisdom,
that place of great clarity
gifted to us from innocent baby.
Our commonalities outweigh perceived differences.
We are merely subtle variations
of the same exquisite theme.
One Love,
One Body.
Indeed.
All of us
playing
on the same team.
Heavy masks we often wear,
in lieu of sharing
we are lonely, hurt and scared.
Vulnerability, beware!
Crack the façade-
even a tad-
will, today, unleash vitriolic barrage,
instantly detonating a fusillade
of judgement and hate
that no mere human can take!
We pay a heavy price
for such unconscious vice.
As I am you,
You are me;
Whatsoever I do unto you,
that I unleash in me too.
Let he without
moments of debilitating self-doubt,
she who has never known
the fear of being alone,
go on, cast that first stone!
One Love.
One Heart.
Down with the illusions
tearing our limbs apart!
Solicitude,
this is the gift,
our remarkable aptitude.
Love,
respect,
empathy
for one another.
Anything less,
we all suffer.
To only connect
is etched
on every
Soul,
in memory
of The Whole,
so that
compassion,
we can never
withhold.
The Deep
Eyes wide shut.
I’m sinking,
yet floating
deeper,
blissfully
into
Me.
With the descension
comes the ascension.
Light
unto
dark.
Sweet serenity
found
amidst
urban cacophony.
Dear She,
start
right
now!
just do it!
commence
exactly
where you are!
step by step
is how
one goes far.
do not allow
fear and doubt
keep you from
your destined route.
believe in you
this, you must do
to live a life
big
juicy
and true!
can’t allow ego
to de-construct
and run amuck
spreading rumors,
like a malignant tumor.
you’ve played small
for far too long,
drinking in
the lies,
the poison,
others hold.
beloved, these,
not for your Soul.
no!
take a stand
for you,
for all,
for together,
we rise
and fall.
even as you stumble
and tremble,
know you are
more than able.
it’s all in you,
the things
you need
to spread
your considerable
wings!
be always
inspired.
please
don’t
against self
conspire,
perceiving another
much higher.
To each,
her own path,
her unique road,
long ago cast.
so, no compare,
only road from there
is utter despair.
instead,
see the common humanity
and fragilities
in all human stories.
bask in the ordinary
of your hero,
that which births
the extraordinary.
when One-
like you-
breaks through,
reclaims her Essential Truth,
remembers her Light,
we all shine bright,
we all take flight!
Unfinished Business
How long has it been
since we left our secluded Nest?
Three years now, yes?
Hence, why now, your text,
your desire to reconnect?
You “miss me”
you say.
I am perplexed,
wary of this play.
We project unto others,
I’ve learned.
Can’t take it personal;
Can’t let it burn.
No accidents in this Life.
God’s Hand in all-
the good, the strife;
the rise, the falls.
What is the plan here?
Why now you call
after we disappeared?
Out of the blue?
Really is that true?
Did I subconsciously summon you?
Your re-emergence,
the unexpected answer
to a relentless prayer
born of a sharp life sidetrack
from which I can’t seem to get back?
You, a musician,
have you come back
as my physician-
to help me heal,
to bring me back to what is deemed “real”
to get my head out of the clouds
so I may dwell in the now?
And of you,
what is it you sought me out to do?
What of your deepest prayer
that brought me to your mind’s outermost layer?
What inspired the vulnerability
to risk bravely
to offer/say
might we again relate?
Perhaps, as no happenstance,
this right here,
merely a hallowed chance
for unfinished business from past
to mitigate current circumstance.
D.a.m.a.g.e.d
A childhood scar
from way back and afar,
suddenly delivered
on a plate
as if by fate
brought on
while in a heated state
with One’s Beloved Mate,
confidante,
friend.
Herein,
a blessed opportunity,
with careful attention
and mindful compassion,
to gently approach
the Little Girl
Within.
The One
etched
deep
in the Soul;
the one
that awaits
to be acknowledged
and finally
consoled.
So as,
to make
rich fodder
of the
unconscious
damage
now exposed
and told.
One
We are each other’s keeper.
Truly, I tell you,
it does not get much deeper.
Parts aplenty, we
to One Divine Body.
Sink or swim,
lose or win,
in it together,
we, all humans.
You over “there”
me, over “here”
only results in madness and fear.
Separation (space & time), not real,
merely an elaborate illusion to peel.
I am you;
you are me.
No mystery,
only Truth, reality.
All else,
insidious myths
that keep us bound
and far away
from everlasting bliss.
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