you
have no
idea what you
are doing to me now
inside… how you watch me
with your future eyes that penetrate
the air between us… i realize that i describe
a moment that hasn’t happened yet
but still, somehow i find
myself inside
you
..
© r.e.l. 12/8/10
Photo of the Helix Nebula
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this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry
thanks so much to Jingle for this Stellar Blogger Award on Jingle Poetry
I move. I feel. My blood carries my life.
I am still. I look inside the calm waters… and here I find the truth of who I am.
Jeff Klein says it well in his article ‘Moving Again’: The quality of our life depends on how we move, and on how we embrace the stillness as an essential element in the cycle of movement..
When overwhelming energies arise, can’t I see that the water is only clear when I allow myself to move what reaches out, running evermore inside..? Whether difficulty or pure joy, I can push it away as if to be scared when it is too overpowering…
When whatever it is has moved through me to its end though, with an ‘ahhh‘ the sun comes out and shines on the tranquility, piercing it with clarity. 🙂
I imagine being immersed in a calm and clear patch of ocean, seeing clearly in all directions. Yet, looking above, I occasionally see waves above moving past. When I accept it, I can watch the intense moments transform to a gem that whispers the answer, just as the ocean wave becomes the calm ocean.
Even if I seem to be searching without knowing exactly what I am looking for, I can see that it is still there if I invite the intensity. It is trying to touch me with the truth….
We have known since Einstein that everything is energy — just alive in different forms. It is in the magic of my history that I can find the treasures, carved out of my bones, my heart, my dreams, my teardrops. To look at this beauty is to watch time stand still, to let go, and to become one with the mystery.
When the Japanese mend broken objects, they fill the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~Barbara Bloom
© r.e.l. 11/24/10
don’t get me wrong
please don’t
but your energy scares me…
in a way that finding something lost does, long forgotten
it wants me to see
that maybe
somehow
you are the person i have been searching for
although a mirror to see myself
in the same moment…
but isn’t it true
that we all search for the person
who can allow us
to get closer to ourselves?
you seem anxious about the words
you use
as if they make a difference
as if you don’t know that it’s the energy
behind them
that decides.
i observe you silently
and i know you
please let me continue
© r.e.l. 11/12/10
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
i don’t know what you were looking at,
or who you are
but you were transfixed…
i saw you as an apparition
all you have to do is stand there in space
where time is irrelevant
you make me high
and provided for… regardless of the rest
you make me see a perspective where it all feels
it has already become
before it has.
© r.e.l. 11/8/10
inspired by a poetic moment
“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.
Spontaneously breathless awe or serenity is what life should be about. In every moment, in all that we do. Can you imagine this?
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
Coming into wholeness. What does that mean? To feel yourself at peace, in love and at one with your path in life.
It is possible to find this peace from within yourself — not relying on another person or object. Allow yourself to let go of all the impediments that make your mind over-think, fear and worry. Without all of the excess, you are free!
You can access this freedom any time, in fact! The truest side of who you are, undisturbed, coexists with the emotional mind…
A metaphor… Imagine 3 buckets of water.
The sun is shining in all 3, and they each enjoy the sun equally.
Reflection in the first bucket is dim and dull, in the second is agitated, and in the third is peaceful.
Where the sun is the Self, the water is the mind, and the reflection is the Ego (mis-identification), we can make some conclusions.
My true self is a constant that is independent of how my mind is acting. If I appear to reflect “muddy water” I see dullness and depression. If I appear to reflect agitation, I will feel like I’m breaking apart in pieces. If I appear to reflect stillness and clarity, however, I will feel a profound peacefulness with my Self and feel at one.
So, if I am seeing muddy water, or water that is stirred up, how do I calm it? The answer is to calm the rajas (activity, motion and irritation in the mind) and the tamas (inert and dullness in the mind), so that you can feel the sattva (the purity of the mind). Rajas and tamas create imbalance. Yoga, meditation or other physical activity / mental-calming activities will do the trick.
For more on dream interpretation and meditative imagery interpretation, read here.
Independent of what is reflected by the mind, the sun is always shining and I am always whole. I just have to know it, feel it and identify with it.
© r.e.l. 9/22/10
Inspired by the teachings of Advaita Vedanta, Sankhya Yoga and the Upanishads…
my bench
a sole moment
watching the breeze
inhaling the colors
painted in my mind
of you
as you sit with me
in another time
watching each wave
which builds
our destiny
that only you
and me
can feel
© r.e.l. 8/29/10
i see myself
blurred
in the mirror
as you gather
my hair together
and wrap it around your wrist
for a moment
i am your p r i s o n e r…
eyes glassy i gaze
at a layering
of all my previous days
and all the time that is coming
and suddenly
i feel as if
i’ve become
invisible…
© r.e.l. 8/26/10
inspired by The Time Traveler’s Wife
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crystal clear
my mind’s eye
find the eye of my patient heart
and my perfect timing
slow
yet deliberate
i focus now
on you…
as you
change my life
balance me
give me strength
quiet me
as i climb the walls
to my secret
platform in the sky
© r.e.l. 8/15/10
As yoga speaks the poetry of your body, words speak the poetry of your 
soul. Yoga and words go well together. Remember that any type of activity can also be a way of living your yoga.
No doubt you are no stranger to a community of poets and those who like to verbally relay their words to others. Many have a vibrant and active lifestyle to go along with this love of words, don’t they! The two seem to go together well…
Like the wind off a clear blue lake blows its answers to the mountains, take time to whisper the secrets to your heart, listening to every touch with your sacred ears. Sit and listen as the words write themselves onto the page. There are no mistakes here. It is all a rendition of your truth that you write down to share, so that you can touch… something other than the normal, regular you.
As you move the prana (i.e., your life force) in your body, working through the chakras and experience your purpose in the moment, your desires, your energy and your heart, you will most likely find the words of your soul whispering to you gently.
As you continue moving, whether it be in a yoga practice, a hike, or some other means of moving your body, you eventually can surrender to this energy you’ve activated as it clears out all that gets in the way of knowing your true intuitions and spirit connection. This will probably happen whether you are paying attention or not. In fact, there is no will required for this endeavor. Just be who you are.
If you’re really in tune with the feelings moving through you, you can see, hear, sense and know through your watchfulness that it is possible that you actually really know who you are.
Yes, it’s true. So, don’t refuse to whisper these words. You will undoubtedly touch someone, even unsuspectingly, if not a very important person: you. Even if you only reach one person, besides yourself, this journey through words is all worth it.
And if you find that no words come to you, then receive the gift of the inability to find words. 🙂
Namaste.
© r.e.l. 8/2/10
is it me
for a moment
who leads you?
are you looking for me now
inside
some way… without defining how?
did you know that
i sit next to you now
in the tiniest house of time?
who am i to lead you…
i don’t know
but it is happening
still
© r.e.l. 7/21/10
photo from ‘The Fountain’ movie.
inspired by Kabir.
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you exist
outside the river of time…
so do i
passing through the veil
to this place in my heart
a journey through
before finding the sun…
in me there is magic to this life
to realize the answers
because love survives
tattooed forever
as the one
who will find the way
forever enchanted
to eternity
© r.e.l. 7/4/10
yearning to
watch time pass
without a sound
because
i know you
like a secret
hide with me
now in our covers
because
you are my love
© r.e.l. 6/27/10
photo by Beyond Your Destiny
I am ever-chan
ging. In this moment I seem to be in the middle of a silent breath between states.
I appreciate many forms of life: people, viewpoints, spirituality, yoga, words. I notice that it is common for people to tag a style of being in the world, which then closes them off to other inspirations that could come spontaneously, from afar, from within, or sometimes right in front of their own face.
There is a misty quality to knowing you are on the right path, regardless of the unknown.
I follow the mist……..
There are as many ways to grow and evolve as to be uncountable. We all have our own way, and to follow another’s way is to not fully engage with your own inner guidance. I am influenced by many modes of thought but always, in the end, I follow my own truth.
listen my love,
illumination is eternal.
now is always evolving.
as there are billions of stars,
there are billions of steps.
as there are billions of souls,
there are billions of ways to grow.
~Rumi~
In fact, my yoga practice has taught me this as well. With my many experiences with yoga styles and traditions, in the end I most enjoy the vinyasa flow style which allows me to organically lead myself to where I’m headed in that moment. This leads me to my own way of growing.
I listen to my body as I would music, as I move and unlock the secret messages hidden within the spaces of my being.
I am listening now. It whispers to me that the answer is to keep listening.
© r.e.l. 6/19/10
I’m reading the book “The Time Traveler’s Wife” after seeing the movie a couple months ago. It felt that somehow there is a message in it for my destiny — a sort of answer to my life. Not that I am a time-traveler or know of one, but that I am fascinated by time and any talk of past, present and future relating in w
ays other than chronological. I love to wrap my mind around Einstein’s thoughts on time and that there is no such thing as linear time; we made it up.
Of course it’s a love story that touches my heart. He always returns to her. And there are similarities with her knowing she is doing what she has to do for love, despite the waiting and loneliness, that mimics my life. But it’s the notion of time that brings me to write now.
They meet in different stages of their life, spontaneously. How often do I wonder what the person I love looked like and sounded like in future years, or in past years. And how would we be together at different ages, different age gaps, and different stages of life. It is a story to remind me that age and time do not matter when it comes to love. Love is the victor in the end. True love is timeless and never ends. It is the beginning and the ending.
© r.e.l. 6/16/10
i love you
with no conditions
my heart knows you…
a sure thing
like the birds that wake
to the rising sun
they know it’s their time
a precious new start to living
i love you each day anew
but always feeling
timelessness of us
like infinity
never waning
© r.e.l. 5/31/10
photo from Infinite Infinity
moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
digesting
loving
all that you are
along the way
even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower
be patient
all in good time…
© r.e.l. 5/28/10
inspired by my daughter
photo by Lori Tuttle
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry
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