Before, During, After
8/17/09
In this most remarkable world
there is the rare and exotic
each species with it's characteristics
shared by members, though unique,
in every individual manifestation,
whose mixture of sensibilities
determines their evolutionary path
with corresponding lessons to learn
according to needs, speed, willingness,
abilities, plus instinctual disposition,
while the human being stands out
having invented concept of 'time'
using it's capability to plan
along self-created linear pathway
often determining happiness by results,
some expected finish point culmination
set as an optimal success story
conceived mentally as greatness,
but life usually delivers something else,
many dreams don't find fruition,
come about as less than desired,
yet, in miraculous theater of absurd
hindsight reveals hidden glory design
realizing innate wisdom of creation
when viewing from 'what is' perspective,
a removed measuring of moment's worthiness,
experiencing before, during, after, as perfect.
Being
8/17/09
Ageless land
eternal Spirit
essence wind
seamlessly enter,
swirl, cleanse,
lift dusty
layered thick
muffled messages
confused signals,
heart, soul,
body, mind,
request clarity
piercing recognition,
bird call
reptilian movement
flower bloom
cactus prick
extraordinary vista
quiet moments
shared quests
alone time
smiles, laughter,
coaxing, demanding,
our 'being'.
In This World
8/18/09
Creation is nothing short of phenomenal,
to sit at arroyo edge in morning
with shades of orange, green, tan, brown,
painted by hand of Master Artist
depicting myriad shapes and form
sliced by snaking stream bed to blue lake
dotted with shrubs, trees, cactus, scrub,
all reveals the magnificence of Mystery
imbibing existence with life giving breath,
even while taking it away in 'awe'
for every aspect, creature, human,
that expresses itself in unrepeatable beauty
as manifestation of the Divine,
here there is no war, no separation,
only ultimate perfection of 'what is',
sitting upon ageless bouldered stone
I become one with each sound,
bird twits, generator, music, chanting,
yoga teacher voicing her instructions,
feeling the dawn breeze cool my hands,
invade my sweater, as sun warms my back,
while winged ones pass by with grace
young chipmunk traverses rock near me,
seemingly invisible I smile, marvel
this miracle, as another chipmunk comes by,
then first returns, gazing, we sense one another
at home in this world, this moment, together.
Transmission
8/19/09
Really, there is no escaping,
it is happening all the time
whether we like it or not,
the sun gives to the plants
as ocean supports aquatic life
air sustains so much existence
while Mother Earth houses us all
passing on information for survival,
sustenance, abundance, diversity,
through cycles of evolutionary change,
most of creation gets the message,
but humans,... well, we need help
when falling asleep to responsibility,
then complaining about any trouble
their blind ignorance has generated
by abdicating choice to others,
oh, they'll say no one told them,
didn't receive the office memo
so absent from consumer spending,
even when shown sound evidence
it'll be denied for various reasons,
political, personal, national skepticism,
layers so thick no intelligent grasping
can pierce the bigotry of disbelief,
and spiritual connection is often devoid
from solemn 'religious' practice of absolution,
clearing guilty conscience of overlooked transmission.
This Moment
8/20/09
I can afford myself
in every opportunity presented
the space and grace to respond,
not react, by taking full breath,
opening to Spirit connection,
then allowing my senses
their power to awaken
where I am at,
what is true now,
and with compassion, empathy,
love for self, others,
begin the essential transmission
that informs this world
of my deep intentions
as sacred human being
willing to transcend patterns,
effect habits, behavior, outcome,
for growing, glowing, going,
toward that which serves
while remembering to learn,
not forget, it's me,
from centered self authority
who dreams my life,
honoring past, present, future
when walking my talk,
this moment, guarding vitality.
Transported
8/20/09
Drum, viola,
morning sounds
stir blood
ancestral lineage
Celtic roots
in village
reminding past
of clan
brothers, sisters,
mothers, fathers,
friends, allies,
sun rises
like then
to practice
that awakens
the people
giving gratitude
another day
for being,
and becoming,
closer family
sharing abundance
personal gifts
sincere service
toward love
joyous life
fully transported.
Future
8/21/09
In the next moment
we arrive to greet
ourselves coming forward anew,
it's a wonderful paradox
even while honoring 'now'
in this miraculous body
with it's interdependent composition
of mind, spirit, emotions,
that we cannot hold
onto anything in life
as it forever changes,
yet we can dream,
help direct fluctuating existence
by doing those things
which resonate at frequencies
aligned with joyous soul,
laughing as Mystery orchestrates
the sublime musical score
humans perform as instruments,
whether playing, curiously adventurous,
or fearfully, tightly constricted,
everyone chooses their path,
many times by default,
but to courageously walk
singing your unique song
while guarding vital integrity
brings peace into future.
We Go
8/22/09
Leaving the nest of ceremony,
awakened, opened, expanded,
like birds testing their wings
brothers and sisters say farewell,
try to express the feelings
their hearts overflow with,
love, joy, respect, admiration,
already missing the synergy
that deep ceremony catalyzes,
injects into the soul of 'co-hearts',
those who have risked transcendence
by remembering our sacred connection
and honoring every unique manifestation
having dreamt this time together,
as family, a community of visionaries,
who believe peace is possible
through incremental steps of co-creation
while consciously walking our talk
when re-entering the familiar world
of demands, challenges, and responsibility,
being pushed and pulled by circumstance
on Earthly ground of physical realm,
this is when rubber meets the road
where intent to shine great light
is met by dark corners, rock cobbled paths,
accidents, if not maneuvering skillfully,
guarding spirit fire, as we go.
Deep Essence
8/23/09
Back home to land
that holds me lovingly
with roots so strong
where all is familiar,
yet miraculous and new,
as I walk reborn
seeing with virgin eyes
content from inner peace,
now the ride continues
viewing territories of life
what will change dramatically
through ending, or beginning,
and refining of gifts,
choices must be made
from clear heart space
while guarding 'spirit fire'
which sustains all action
when awakening to potential,
beauty that can happen
in good, balanced way,
knowing like minded others
are also walking path
toward joyous, enlightened world,
brothers, sisters, healing wounds,
finding their strength, genius,
to add to puzzle
reflecting humanity's deep essence.
