The neurons fire
In love tonight
The singing choir
relieves my fright
sleep with the Rose
submerge the sea
The bower knows
what’s inside me
She’ll come again
her song the wind
ears to the floor.
Don’t say a word.
Love’s almost born.
I know it wasn’t fair
to those who dance below:
Between our creaky stair
Descends our nightly ghost.
I’ve come to see my girl
Her sister plays alone.
Here in her deathly world
Her grievance sings her song.
What does she want from me?
A willingness to die?
Like Jesus on the tree,
A needle through the eye?
I sacrifice my bliss
For you my little sis.
“The highest form of human intelligence is to observe yourself without judgment.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
I think about meditation a lot, and even as I write this, I realize the irony of that statement. Still, even after a long practice, one can become “jaded” and pretty soon even your meditation sessions can come to seem like a “routine.” And that’s very ironic indeed, because if there’s anything I feel that meditation is, it’s a way or tool to break out of monotony and open out to an adventure.
So, whenever I hear or read a fresh way of describing meditation, what it is or how to do it, I thought I’d start keeping a repository in a blog post. These “fresh” ways of putting it tend to break that monotonous hold that sometimes creeps in, and gives me a fresh shot of encouragement.
“I find that I can actually get my mind to stop talking for 30 minutes…and i’m finding that it’s addicting.” – @serenadyer
“There’s only one wrong way to #meditate, and that is if you think there’s any effort involved.” – @DeepakChopra
‘Flow’ is our essential state when it’s not overwhelmed by the mind. – @DeepakChopra #Meditation
“#Meditation is a process where you allow things to happen.” -@DeepakChopra
In A Tree House
Will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage,
For a divine seed, the crown of destiny,
Is hidden and sown on an ancient fertile plain
You hold the title to.
Love will surely bust you wide open
Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy
Even if your mind is now
A spoiled mule.
A life giving radiance will come,
The Friend’s gratuity will come –
O look again within yourself,
For I know you were once the elegant host
To all the marvels in creation.
From a sacred crevice in your body
A bow rises each night
And shoots your soul into God.
Behold the Beautiful Drunk Singing One
From the lunar vantage point of love.
He is conducting the affairs
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house – on a limb
In your heart.
It’s not the Western Way.
It’s not the Eastern Way.
Nor the Northern or Southern Way.
It’s your way.
It’s your heart’s way.
Notice how the intersection of the Christian Cross is not in the middle, but rather at the level of the 4th Chakra, the Heart Chakra.
What does your heart want to do? There’s your entryway to your destiny. The transcendence of these pairs of opposites: North, South, East, and West.
And then there’s the crucifixion, not of the body literally, but rather of this mode of egocentric consciousness. Crucifying that puts you on the automatic track of transcendence.
What does it really, really, really, really, want to do with this life of yours?
Not what’s been programmed into you from the outside.
But down deep in your soul, what do you want to do with your life?