with earthly eyes to see
there is only the truth
trust our sun light
it makes life
anew every moment
© 2012 simsha
image by s i m s h a
those who do
© r.e.l. 10/17/10
posted for Poetry Potluck week 23 (2/20-2/27/11)
Why give the pebble such power over you. Do what you have to do to simply get past it so that you open the door to the next dream in your heart.
Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
It is as simple as you let it be. Trust that the unknown can guide you, if in it, you feel awe or fear of knowing the happiness you withhold from yourself.
Even in darkness you can find the pebbles that haunt you. Pick them up with your small hands and toss them aside, or transform them into something precious by thanking them for their lessons. Their lessons are your gifts.
Surrender to the dream you were meant to be.
[inspired by an unknown author]
© r.e.l. 10/16/10
“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.
Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be. Does it seem possible? It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.
The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter. Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.
It melts me to think of how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time. So, I let go of time.
I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur. Thank you.
© r.e.l. 10/14/10
So what does wholeness look like to me? I thought this summary I played with recently was a wonderful way to describe my view on this subject. For it is when I am depicting all of these words at once, as taken from my personal blog I write here (generated by a tool called Wordle), that I feel most whole.
I can get a cue as to what I avoid in life, in my search for wholeness, if I watch what it is I try to withhold to others in my conversations. These are my truths which I run from and hide even from myself, as I lack confidence to orate them. The fear is controlled by my unconscious. These are the inner truths that point to my fear of being who I truly am, as Neil Legault quotes:
Catch yourself trying to avoid telling someone your truth about yourself and you will see how you hide yourself from life. This is the pointer that shows you your fear of being who you truly are.
I seek to bring myself into wholeness by merging my mind with my spiritual beliefs. The two act aside each other naturally, and when the dark clouds come, I have to work diligently in meditation to remember the sun is always shining above it — something greater than me.
© r.e.l. 10/10/10
you are covered with dust
aren’t you… but i visit you now
to see you, like an old friend
whom i’ve lost
you know that you’ve hidden from me all this time
but now, better not to quench your thirst
what i see … is … my wind
that will expose the ashes and bareness left behind
you breathe in the deepest part of the water
but it’s ok
the dust leaves a mountain, and a place
to see your golden shadow
“in giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude..”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~ (from The Wisdom of the Sands)
© r.e.l. 9/29/10
inspired by a mountain of sand and the song Undertow by Warpaint
posted for Poetry Potluck 6/5-6/11/11 “Inspired by a Song” on Jingle Poetry