Only this moment exists. in the future that moment will be all that exists but are we here, or are we there, there because this moment is not good, not good enough. but in the alertness of this moment, we may feel contraction and tension in certain places which may make us not want to face it but if we are brave to confront and observe it, embrace it we also feel the depth of aliveness that is available at this moment. in this aliveness of inner body there is such peace, there is such sunlight, there is a dimension of infinite, of bliss. and naturally without effort, tension from the surface melts into the love from within, and we sigh with relief. it is such an exhale of peace and letting go.

While in nature, we may notice the peace and stillness here. its very helpful to be in a place of stillness, instead of being bombarded by things all the time. sometimes were so used to noise that in nature we look for noise.. trapped in mind hence stillness is unbearable. or nature lovers that seek to identify every species,etc.. can we just notice that dimension of presence, and in that moment there is no movement of thought. that direction of consciousness is arising.

got tips and bits while listening to Eckhart Tolle

xmas and what is it?

to me it symbolizes peace,
to me it symbolizes tolerance,
it symbolizes hope, renewal, love.
peculiar how every year xmas means more and more.
i think of Jesus and what his teachings taught.
the patience, the unconditional love and kindness, the warmth.
blindness can come and go
but the awakening of love
is
always reminded to me during xmas.
for all its worth, today is a good day. each day is when connected to such depth.

waves come and go.
can we stop them or manipulate them?
if we try to stop them we can drown in their mercy.
their strength is unparallel.
often they're so strong that they seem magnified and we feel so little,
swimming near this giant sized wave that gushes and roars, and it passes like the storm.
Can we allow it and its force?
Can we surrender and watch,
watch and watch it pass,
like a monster roaring and violently storming every breath in me,
yet i have ease
that there is peace
in the very core, in the very center,
and if im smart enough i can be a surfer
that rides the waves so eloquently,
welcoming the challenge yet knowing how to find the peace.

can we face life's waves like that?
by facing the challenges with enthusiasm and realizing that in every challenge there is a center of being, of freedom, of serenity.

find it. its there deep within. deep within the storms, deep within the surface of waves, deep within our wounds, deep within our pain, deep within. the sun radiates inside, and it sparks a welcoming surprise.
it is warm, it is present, it faces all, it find life to be a present, for everything that isnt love eventually brings us to the deepest blue, the deepest love.

the need to feel heard
the need to be loved
the need to feel understood
the need for empathy
the need for happy
and soft hugs and laughs

but

we experience such the opposite
sometimes.
the other thinking they're the greatest mom or the greatest dad but did they ever ask their child to open up, that they're allowed to speak up, that they are there to listen, and not just to tell us better ways for us to live in this existence,
cos sometimes we care less of what they think we should do,
and care more that they care,
that they empathize,
that they show us their time, their love,
that they hear us out, and allow us
to cry on their shoulder.

when we are suffering its hard to deal with their worries and their emotions, or their outcries of what we should do.
seems too simple but for years it feels like this request is something so impossible, for their defensiveness reacts and then we feel more unheard and we get mad...

and then we go back to the very old ways, letting them talk about them... and saying uhhmm,yeap, ok..

but regardless of how parents act,
they are still beloved, and can we just accept them regardless of these feelings and facts...

??

can we forgive them?
can we forgive within? for it takes two egos to carry on distress and mental anguish
and stress.

can we not take it personal and know this is the capacity in them in how to love? its perhaps what they were taught, that its not this way because of me or because they wanna hurt.


oh

life

is
only bliss when the story in the head is given a break.

no self no suffering

feel the light

everything else is a mask that blinds

but its okay

we appreciate best when we can see the beauty within after taking off the blinders. it all works in unison.

while i have this temporary face may i always express the love i feel for u.
i look at you with my soul, with my heart,and i know in me your heart never parts.
you look at me with this grandness of love,
your wise plentiful soul knows nothing but true love.
in my spirit, in every molecule of me is the knowing that u my heart feels feeedom, feels acceptance, feels delighted, always at ease, for you allow me to be.

we bypass all dramas.
all struggles of the egos
makes no room in our home,
for we only delight ourselves in what truly within is born,
from pure expression,
of divine pulsations from the very heart,
ur eyes shine
so bright.
and i awaken on to you,
you've always inspired me to be true.

such glory in these kind of meetings,where souls can unite without the fuss.. just beings
just beingness and we glow..
together we glow.

2 lovers parted by death



they awakened into eachothers arms from
the bond of death,
from the sad filled faith of losing loved ones in the past.
seeing her mom murdered and his brother killing himself in their wounds,
and only together can they start to heal these disastrous wounds.

Upon falling in love and reaching heartfelt bliss,
she lost her only love
on a sunny morning.
Oh shattering hearts which mend slowly when a surrendered heart moves forward,
sometimes we need to move forward.

but its okay bumblebee for death of the body is just a partial passing.
the soul transcends and passes but to other dimensions even if it is to our mystery of unknown. life's fingerprints are merely the surface of the ice peak. it melts away. all is left is the eternal flame.
feel the heat.
feel the vibration of love.
in the wake of everything
let there be the invitation
of awakening to the profoundness within.
in it there's no goodbyes.
all else is passing and perishable.

Sylvester, you make me smile
I haven't seen your eyes in a while.
You're sweet
you're cute
you have the personality of a cat like no other,
you are like a deva,
a dramatic king,
you make such faces
you walk like you are the king.
the shadows around you are splendid and tall,
you delight others,
you are confident yet warm

and everyday when i see you walking,
or smelling by the trees in my sweet scented jasmine loving garden-
you bring about this happiness in me
you make me smile,
you're charming
you're free

and when i wake and see you fussy
with the other cats
i know its just Sylvester,
and I love you just like that.

Sweet little boy,
sweet little cat
i adore you
i welcome you always
in the warmest
most loving
part
of my
heart.

A great bond

When I was little I used to go to these expensive restaurants with my family when my aunt and uncle from Curacao where staying in their 2nd home on Manhattan. It was fancy.. their apartment, the sofas, the kitchen...

One day we went to this particular restaurant and I saw these funny fish in a tank. They were beautiful. My heart melted when our eyes connected. Then I saw the same waiter grab one of them and took him in the kitchen. I had to follow. I was a curious 10 year old, but I was also wondering about my new friend. My heart crushed and splattered as he put this delightful kind soul into a boiling tank. I heard him crying. I cried and alone I felt.. alone not knowing how to speak out or even share my pain.. my lack of understanding of why these things occured.

I only knew back then how to be a listener. Even as a little child, it was me in a world where everyone was busy, except for my barbies, in which luckily, I had to talk with. Thinking back, everyone did the best they could, and did the best they knew- and they worked two jobs to make it through.. My dad being in the Holocaust and all, had veils of suffering within any hug I don't remember.. And my mom had her sufferings as well.. Trying to gain the material wealth that in her youth she never felt. To her it was a big deal to buy us a coat, but deep down all I wanted was love.

We need to not be in order to be. We need to experience loss in order to appreciate gain. We need to live that in order to surpass it. I wouldn't have the compassion I have today if it weren't for my past, if it weren't for my struggles. To understand another in pain, I feel, at least in my life, it helps when we also endured such pain.

Yet getting back to these gentle fish- my love affair with those sweet loving clawed fish never went away. Later I was told they are called lobsters.

Today at Publix I passed by the same tank I always pass. I kiss them and say a prayer for them. Today when I looked in one of them looked back, bonding with me with the same love and it makes me now cry. It makes me cry to know their fate, and that its due to Human Choices.

Our surface is just content, it's temporary, it's perishable, but our love, our oneness, this bond, this profound connection is eternal.

May I see you dear fish in my dreams and in the stars.

Sometimes it's so sad what things we go through, its so sad and devastating how people just walk by without the need to stop, no looking with compassion or kindness in their eyes, just thoughts of me... and the next thing that needs to be done in an arrogant cry..

I cannot understand the lack of empathy, to such loving creatures that spark out divinity. Magestically they are wise, wise eyes, wise heart. They deserve as much love, as any dog or any cat alike. Also the pigs out there that can't even turn, they are stuck in factories full of poop, full of hatred, because they are manipulated by workers who are there to serve a purpose- to keep an industry that's made of violent acts, there is no consideration, or love or acts, of kindness or understanding- no sense of empathy, no altruism, just madness.

And the cows that are beautiful to hear- a loud moo moo and their tender ears that shoot straight up, when spoken to. I remember Sylvia the cow actually purr when I rubbed her pregnant tummy with all my love.. Such sweet embraces, I remember and do- appreciate all I have been through- to keep me in observance of what is truth. Love.

May we always catch our tendencies and return to the profound caring love that we are. I send all the creatures who suffer- all my love. Choose Love.

And everything that's not love eventually brings us back to LOVE EVEN MORE.

what a heavenly day.
each day is so blissful,
and even thought at times emotions are challenging or thoughts can take us here or there- usually there..
and everywhere but here, this divine moment where we are free to face the beingness within,
the oneness that's always available,
the kindness that's full of grace,
hugging us in a warm embrace,
a shining light, a feeling so warm,
so loving, so peaceful, so full
yet with such space,
ahh this bliss, on this day.

we all want to find happiness and we think if the other person wants us then we have a chance, but for so
e reason many people turn tp those incapable of loving others with the ongoing wish that they will please them and love them endessly. and it caves the poor broken hearted soul, that craves for love, outside, while all the while that love was there in the least odvious of places.. within.

within there's a power without words that can explain it really.
people search and search but when they stop the frustrating search and merely just observe they see its right there,
as if a sun was beaming inside them,
glorious and transparent,
iluminating all senses,
mind is quiet and surrendered.
body is calm, and even if there's physical pain, the aliveness within and throughout iis so much more grand, it makes everything else so inexisttent,
and without expectation, the light calms the surface, transmuting it into the love in which it came.
love,
everything thats not love eventually brings us back to love more and more.

I find refuge in you
trees.
I find safety here,
in this sacred space
of sacred places.

These trees.
This earth.
This peace.
This air
that is fresh
and fragrant
with a delightful
aromatic scent
of nature.

Trees
you bend from the sides
and along with other trees
you create a canopy over my head
and as i look up
I cannot forget
this beauty,
this life,
these colors,
my mind-
is silent and at peace.
All I know is that at this moment
I breathe.

What most that matters to me
is this essence inside of me
and with nature I share
the "breeze".

Quoted lots from this video, amazing video!!! Amazing!!!!!

Listening to Jill Bolte Taylor
I was reminded by her the other day when I had a patient
delightful and sweet,
when our eyes met, I felt such freedom
in her eyes,
her vibes
were transparent,
like a baby that just just came onboard and woke up,
with eyes so curious,
her expression was so warm.

She'd smile and play and laugh and gaze
She had no fear, no worries, nothing in her mind
keeping her preoccupied.
She was present, there was no disguise.

And when I saw that her left hemisphere was affected,
I knew, I just knew as I smiled and reflected,
that this pattern I am seeing again and again,
in patients with left brain strokes,

Again and again,
I see this spark in their eyes
and not the rushing mind.
It's amazing how she was completely in her right brain-
"understanding that right here,
and right now, we are perfect, whole, and beautiful".


It's so amazing how the left brain works, according
to Jill Bolte Taylor,
and how it correlates with the ego- "the past
and the future. It thinks linearly and
methodically. It's designed to analyze the
present moment, categorizing all that information,
associating everything from the past and projects
into future all the possibilities..
All that language.. the chitter chatter...
That calculating voice, causing me to
be separate from all, even from you".

Her day of the stroke-
Jill, a renowned brain scientist, had a stroke,
a left sided stroke,
and "that day she saw everything had slowed,
she lost her balance, looked at her arm and noticed
she couldn't define boundaries of her body, of where
I begin and where I end because all the molecules of the
arm blended with the molecules of the wall..
The left brain chatter went silent as if someone
put the mute button.. She was captivated by the energy
around her, feeling this expansive energy, it was so
beautiful there.. la la land.. Totally disconnected from mind chatter,
all the stress from job, etc was gone, and felt lighter in my body.
She felt this sense of peacefulness,
losing 37 years of emotional baggage, she felt
EUPHORIA, and left brain comes back saying "you need help,
can I drive? Oh my God I'm having a stroke.. "
And right brain just saying "so cool"..

It took her so long to coordinate making a phone call to get help.
The hemmorrhage is at the time getting bigger...
Eventually she got help...

The video goes on and on..
Her transparency in connecting and expressing her light is beautiful.
She mentions she "felt her spirit surrender",
that she "was no longer just a scientist..".
She "felt enormous and expansive like a genie liberated from her bottle,
spirit soared free like a whale.. Nirvana.. she found nirvana..
She realized there was no way she could squeeze the enormousness
back into this little body. She pictures compassionate loving people
that could come back to this place anytime, and find this peace."

"Who are we?
(right hemisphere)
The lifeforce power of the universe.
at one with all there is or
(left hemisphere)
A single individual, separate from the flow,
separate from you-
(Jill, intellectual, neuroanatomist)

These are the WE inside of me-
Which would you choose,
Which do you choose?
and when?"

"The more time we choose our right hemisphere, the more peace we project into the world and the more peaceful our planet will be and I thought that's an idea worth spreading."

AWSOME!

Lotus flower
you've shown me your blooms
You bloom so magestically
You bloom when you bloom
And sometimes you don't
like right now.

Your leaves are so small,
as if they're almost nonexistent,
but they're still green
and they still breathe
the air that I breathe.

Lotus flower
I'd love for you to come back
and widen your gaze
during the day
and at night you'd
close your eyes
and as your petals shut close
you'd say goodnight.

Lotus flower I remember
there were times
when I'd come home from work
tired & hardly noticed you.
I would stay inside & watch TV
& while your friend Jasmin shared her sweet scent of magic,
I wouln't even appreciate it well,
for I just wanted to distract myself,
go somewhere else,else except here,
for here sometimes carries hell.

Sometimes we avoid this moment you see,
for in order to feel the joy in this moment we must transcend the misery & the pain & disease that we face each given day,sometimes its unbearable to breathe,
or feel any ease.

But dear lotus flower I'm learning to face whatever is in this moment,
I'm learning to embrace whatever thought arises,
I'm learning to pray & ask God for assistance,
I'm learning through faith that all these things happen to gain wisdom & days of ultimate presence,
I'm learning to be aware of scanning w/in any struggles & stress &giving it love,
I'm learning to meditate, of training the mind to go certain ways, to not keep feeding those thoughts that bring upon judgement & hate,
it's odviously known that I still have those days that I feel moody & torn,but I come back & face whatever feels strong, & even those emotions that make me tear up, or want to scream out loud, I Still eventually appreciate for just like you know
dear Lotus flower that there is no
flower without mud,
no bliss w/o struggle.

Content is an everchanging mystery.
Sometimes in it there's ups,
sometimes there's downs.
Sometimes the other one goes his own way,
and sometimes he comes back later and reconsiders.
And then he may change his mind again.
Sometimes we back away too,
and sometimes we don't.
Sometimes life grants us surprises,some which make us smile,others which make us frown.
Because things are so relative,
for one minute we feel this, and the next minute we feel that.
One minute we want this and the next we want that.
One minute we stay with this person and the next we get tired and leave.
Or vice versa they get tired of us,
or slowly we just lose trust.
We may share with some that in which we can't share with another.
But
when we can connect spirit to spirit,regardless of the content it entails, then there is freedom and life that's peaceful, no strife when words come from within, from a sacred place, from that invisible light, from that higher state.
Consciousness is the love behind what we do.
Its not so much what we do,
its the spark inside, its the acceptance
within,allowing all to become, as is, while we do whatever we do.
And when feelings of sadness come about because our expectations were not met, we
ay feel so sad. so heartbroken, so confused, so dissapointed,so angry especially when these patterns keep repeating themselves...we want to lose hope fearing the worst.. fearing it will just continue again and again... we're so disgusted because we want so much to be loved.
This yearning for love is coming to an end beautifully,
because love is already here, it always was, it always is, it always will be.
Its truly impossible to find love on content of thoughts, body,
physical things,
change, and age...
Only essence truly remains.

Life,
you offer this ride of whirlwind emotions and plenty of experiences that always lead me to the same direction.
And that is love.
Not the love that wanders around to be known or wanted.
Not the love that seeks another to fulfill our inner extasies.
Not the love that is selfish.
Not the love that changes to hate when things don't go our way.
Not the love that gives without taking for wisdom teaches us receiving is just as special as giving.
Love can have many definitions and many ways of expressing.
Love can appear as love when in fact its infatuation or a desire.
But love,when real and sincere, not because its perks, but because of the profound compassion and gratitude, can instill such peace.
True love is when we can see the profoundness in the other, not just their physique.
True love is when we cry when they cry and when caring is the only and biggest principle.
Love is kind and humble.
Love is a deeper knowing that in us is forever regardless of the weather.
Love is forgiving.
Love is honest.
Love allows "mistakes" because it knows that is how we live and learn in life.
Love flowers life.
Life flowers love.
Love is a smile from the heart.
Love is not just romantic.
It is how we treat ourselves, it is how we treat all others.
Love is when we hug our beloved kitten and our heart becomes warm and soft.
Love is when we never give up when the other needs our support.
Love is great when the intentions behind the intentions is pure.
Love is not needy, its just shared mutually.
Love is grand.
Fear is sorrow.
Which one will we live by today?

a life without friends is a life without life.
friends remind us of smiles when we feel overwhelmed and torn.
friends remind us to cherish all days young or old.
friends remind us to hope even when we feel we dont belong.
friends remind us to awaken when we've closed the doors.
friends remind us that walls wide open keeps a heart sweet and young.
friends remind us to relaxed when we're stressed and solely
focused on problems that matter much less than the love that surrounds
us.
friends remind us to laugh again when we're drowned in thoughts.
friends remind us to change those habits that have caused us wars.
God reminds us through friends and sometimes animals that we're truly loved.
God speaks even within our hearts if we're ready to hold
a special place in our heart for not just the things but for the essence that shines within and above.
and when we shine,our eyes glow so bright and our vibration of love is felt to everywhere outside
so when a dear friend is feeling lost
we could be there to shine our light and remind them too that its okay to come back to the sweet surrender of Love.

Merton's palace of nowhere continued

We run and run in our squirrel cage, thinking the constant squeaking of the wheel of our achievements is a verification of our reality and worth. But in actual fact our frantic efforts to move on to the 10 more tasks that have to be done is nothing but a last ditch effort to drown out the haunting fears... The false self convinces itself that it is what it does. Hence the more it does,achieves,and experiences,the more real it becomes. But the success of this adventure is a temporary one. Finding our true self emerges when the adventure of the false self leaves us drained and exhausted. That is when we surrender to what was always there..
The stirring of the leaves p.98 makes the wind visible. Their stirring is the wind's stirring, their whisper is the wind's whisper. And so with love. Our actions of love make the invisible visible.
I have come to the place in my knowing that its not only what i do but that if love is in the background of what i do then there is peace,kindness, and true love.

How can we give birth to our true self? How can we emerge from our falsity and assume our true identity?The supreme practicality of spiritual life,the practicality of a drowning man who does not hesitate to drop his treasure in order to grab the rope. Buddha's sermon speaks we are all on fire,the question is can we get out of the fire while there is still time? Got this paragraph from Merton's Palace of Nowhere. I find it so amazing and true. How much longer to entertain dramas, misinterpretations, self doubt, neglect, arrogance, egoic thinking and wanting, patterns of fear and guilt..worrying over the arguments we had,who is right, defending our status... When can we surrender to the glow within? When can we surrender to the open heart that is open when we allow to be more transparent? Love... and everything that's not love eventually brings us back to Love, more and more profoundly so.

The Aftermath..

Aren't emotions nuts?
They can keep our mind hurried,
we become unreasonable,
we make a fuss,
we repeat the same old story
2 million times,

Just hush-
we tell ourselves
but
it seems a neverending,
a neverending hell..

And then a kind friend guides our path,
shows us reason,
helps with the math-
we slowly see both sides of that damn old coin,
we start letting go,
the story gets old.

We breathe again with a new deep sigh,
we say thank God,
we say goodbye,
to the worries in the head
and the emotions that gave us a head-
ache.

Oh Lord, thank you dearly,
for seeing that negative judgement is
like a a fever that never leaves thee-
who chooses to entertain it near or far.
I'm training myself to surpass this car-
ride to hell,
I rather see flowers, I rather see a sun,
I never knew that I fell
so far in the earth,
when someone's false accusation
turned into a poison
in which I deeply within
felt.

I like the poem from Mother Teresa
because it's true-
people may lie, and steal, and judge,
and reveal dark truths only to hurt,
they may take our money or our pride,
but in the end if we choose love
we see that it was never about working sooo
hard- to gain their trust.

In the end it was about us and God
and the wisdom that in the end we gained.

Ohhh this amusing ride that we are taking...
Roles people play from the arrogant to the insecure,
to the victim and the one with the-
guilty ride of selfish pain,
but for some reason- why do we do it again and again?

When are we ready to stop these dark circles?
These cycles after a while become more odvious,
more hurtful-
it becomes so disastrous that we eventually plead-
we hang our white flag,
we surrender and flee
these human habits that no longer serve our light,
for we choose sweet kindness instead of continual strife-

And then whenever we see anything dark
we look
beyond the dark night
into the soft stars.

For if the night were clear as day, the stars wouldn't be seen-
they'd fade away.

Perhaps duality is important to be-
in this curious physical world that we ultimately
need to leave-

Its a temporary place,
with a temporary face.

But in all-
can we see the brilliance within everybody's shades?

Deep light sparkling eyes that looks with kindness
when the soul's alive.

May we ultimately connect to what's eternally within,
for it is the treasure most lovely,
as I feel it in the aliveness within my skin.

New scratches at the door
the path of life,
the car that drives,
1000 miles a day,
in the head, without vain
or sane conviction...
it just goes on and on
without prediction.

But then warmly consciousness
reconnected, once was lost,
now redirected,
it always was there and now,
but now its found,
and life becomes bliss-
somehow we forget and come back to the mind..
not the mind of knowledge, but the mind that takes over
and believes a false lie of stories that were never ever true-
believing we are less, or any more than another,
how clue
less
we are
when we
believe the words of the head.
Can we just
drive far?
-far away from this hell,
but is it really hell? -if
hell motivates us to come out of hell?
When we are tired of suffering,
headaches and all,
headaches from suffering,
thinking too much and emotions of despair,
emotions of depression,
emotions that keep us stuck,
keep us buried..
But the embarrased person hides it,
pretends he or she is never "that weak.."
and with a face of disguise,
acts a face that is happy and..
Freak,
Can't we all just be real..

We are all feeling all these feelings..
We are all at times insecure,
or feel we are better.. it's called the ego
or it's called other things
but can we be true?
-that we are all facing similar struggles,
struggles perhaps in different ways,
but in truth we are all facing
a myriad of human tendencies -of
behaviors and emotions, of vices of many
-from jealousy and anger, and
sadness and blame, or righteousness or
judgement, or loneliness or fame..
We doubt, we react, we subtract, we extract,
we look at nature without looking at nature,
because we're busy thinking about "why this person
has such a temper..."

Oh life, its okay,
I'm realizing it's all in the end okay,
that even all the violence in all the world is trivial,
and every act and emotion is temporary.
I feel the only thing that lasts is not even a thing,
it's the ultimate formless that things contain around-this essence,
this bliss, this formless living angelic realm,
this spirit, this heaven, this love, this haven,
this consciousness, this God,
whatever the name, whatever the cause,
each religion fights because each think theirs is right

BUT what if they all perhaps connect to the same very sight
of love, of yonder,
of whispering guidance, of thunder,
of calmness within the streams,
of purity, of sweet loving dreams,
the guidance within the heart, the connectedness
that wins our hearts, the knowing that knows and trusts,
the voice that's highest and doubts no thoughts,
it is accurate, it is felt and experienced when we are ready,
it is lovely, it is merry, it is peaceful as peaceful can be,
it is what keeps us going when we wish to flee..

Oh dear God when I'm awake,
I thank you so, for keeping me sane.
I thank you Lord for waking up,
and also thank the stars above.
I know to be found, I have to have been lost before,
and continue with this yo yo ride until I wish no more.

Cycles of duality will continue to stay,
until we transition our life, until we wish to reach this higher state
and pray, meditate, be connected in this heavenly love in that we are,
this is heaven, this is my home, this is my origin, this is my love.

And with this love, in the background of whatever I do,
becomes the glow in what I do, it becomes the truth.

Sometimes we have to go around in circles again and again,
until we master our path and know our way.

Heavenly Father I know this is all in the end a game..
True love is the only answer.
In this I will keep my faith.

Everything that is not love eventually brings us back to love more and more everyday.

Enamored by what I see I feel spellbound, can't even read a phrase from "the book of my mind", its just this moment its perfect,it's so alive. This peace through my eyes that honestly sees this spark of nature, it gives me life,it helps me breathe, and even though at times I think and wonder, the thoughts are simple, at ease, and short for I go back and wander along these tall trees, these meadows, these lakes, the ducks, the geese. A man in a bicycle wanders by, I wonder if he feels the treasures, treasures that are lost to those that are only blind, blind not physically because nature is not only seen but felt, its the being lost energetically for this moment can be clouded if our mind is somewhere else. I see a child looking at me with kind pleasant eyes, I see he truly is taking in this magical paradise. We run, we laugh, we feel the wind and these sights are magically returning us to the love in our hearts. This moment,this moment is beautiful outside just as it is inside.

Its the vibe... I look around a not so crowded mall, people passing by while an employee desperately seeks out to grabs someone's attention. You can tell in his face an unease, the need to please, the need to feel wanted, for someone to approach him, a way he can market the things he has to sell, but people reject him. What else is this but hell... "what is up with this place, no one even notices my face.." and as I glance from a far I know indirectly the sad feeling in his heart, the not knowing what to do, the "why am I not selling anything, is there anything wrong with these products or is it me that no one adores or wishes to see?" His posture, his face, a sadness, can it be erased... this day from history, but perhaps not, perhaps its meant to be, so we can live it and acknowledge that it is what it is.. no one to blame, no stories that are flawed or made to be parted in half, for once we make peace with what is, in our face again lies a sense of peace, and without our trying or forcing- a person comes to look at our product and wow.. it happened effortlessly somehow.. Perhaps in our vibes lives more than just a little piece of history, the man made peace with his circumstance instead of letting it keep his mood fidgety and now 2 people have come to find the stuff at his store quite grand.. now a smile in him I closely see, as my heart is filled with love majestically.

Dear Lord, everyday is an interesting day, a day to relive past habits or a day to take a giant leap and move beyond the mountains that we're used to, the mountains of resistance that keeps us stuck, but gosh its so neat when we can, when we do, when we consistently develop new ways, that serves us all, that offers love, ways that are kind, conscientious; lifestyles that are meaningful, healthy, and loving. All it takes is the allowing it, the believing it, the drive, the willingness, the enthusiasm, the knowingness that in us there is strength, and ability, and when we find that inner glow, that inner love, there is no doubt, there is only faith, there is only and unending fate that our mission is set in stone- it's to come back, to come back to love.

times change,hearts change, life changes, our ways change, some remain the same, the sweet morals inside of heart that yearn compassion and forgiveness, the love to a great love,the art of nature,the art of reliving precious moments. some things stay the same, others change, and the watcher of all things there, always present, always wise

divine

I've come back, it's been a while
Some tough roads, some others that are
awfully nice to travel

Yes life has all its perks
from midlife crisis
to a child without a frame-
without a parent to call his own,
just lost, insecure, and alone.

To most, this would never be a perk, but
a sad lonesome way to die-
knowing a parent never loved you,
it would be so natural to just cry

But with a smile I have faith,
that all characters have a face,
a role to play in these few past times
and decades of life-
perhaps its all a show
to teach us wisdom and patience
and love. How much more

can we acknowledge when we are
grateful for such of life's surprises?
Its a tweedeling burst of angel dust
that covers our pride.

Life is more simple
than the average mind admit to agree.
Can we honestly see-
that this is all clearly meant to be?

All of our experiences, all the harshness,
all the gentle smiles, all of life-
all duality of good versus bad
teach us a thing or two, it teaches us
to be wise.

And eventually we come back home,
we remember its essence,
and to our heart's content
we offer some lessons,

So that the next passing soul
near by
has some guidance
that's divine.

Time I've spent wandering alone
challenging times
nowhere to go
but right here,
inside,
deep in my heart,
just viewing the art
and viewing the darnest
things that don't ever last.

The mind just pretends
it "all" matters more
and then without hope
we wander bestowed
upon an incessant
flower of hope
that comes to our window
with nothing but
color to adorn our eyes
and beauty to adorn our sight.

They teach us to stand tall,
to never give up,
to face it all
and embrace the light;
that there is no escape
only surrender
life can never go away
completely unentered.

But once we dive in and
see the plenty there is,
we become accustomed
to adapting and
to truly be.

To truly be
is the question we all deep down hold,
to see beyond the veils of mind
to let it all unfold.

Tensions, pain, and despair-
it all deliberately reminds us
of the emotions we've all, at one
point or another, trapped
deep within.

Yet can we be the watcher
of the darkness and all of its
fury?
Can we be the silence behind
the noise that tries to trick
us wildly?
Can we be the stillness behind
all the melancholic gatherings?
And can our compassion be louder
than the judgement that tempts us?

Can we see the beauty infront of our very
own eyes?
Can we see eachother's hearts, can we see
eachother's love?

Can we choose right now to love
everything that is,
even the tensions that hide
deep within?

Can we treat it all kindly,
with dignity and respect?

And when we don't can we
be to ourselves a forgiving friend?

Are we ready to focus on the
essence of the light
or do we still choose to
entertain drama with all its might?

How focused are we, how
relentlessly driven to
purposeful kindness to life?

And how willing are we to leave
if others choose to continue
life's wicked sights?

Life and all its boldness
teaches me to practice with ease.
So much practice that it gradually
teaches me to BE.
To be the instrument of love
is our birthright and plea,
and to those who are ready,
they choose it with willingness
and become free.

Free
to again see the skies
with a loving heart and
a clear beloved mind,
and to share our warm shiny heart
with those who also choose to
share this kite
of golden melodic dreams,
as it wanders through the sky and breeze,
we again feel the ease
of beloved love and trees.

May we all let eachother to
find our own winding road,
and have faith that we all should meet
at the end of the storm,
let's love eachother lots and
send eachother trust
that we all have the ability to make it,
its all inside US.

When we become the rays of this
blessed divine sun,
we shine and we blossom
just like a flowering bud.

It is our true essence,
it is who we are,
and everything in the surface
are just distractions that we must
face sooner or later, to test us.

Sometimes it seems we're tested
on how badly we entertain all those thoughts
that relentlessly replay in our minds,
until we are tired and just wish to burst,
but instead we've reached rock bottom,
and we're desperately ready to go back home,
and upon viewing the rays of light,
we again find our trust
through the light that welcomes us home,
the light
that surrounds us all in this
blessing fountain of love..

dear God

Dear God, tendencies will come and go; it's not about that, it's how fast you catch it you say.
Dear Love of hearts, path of joy, trandescent, guider of oneness and voice of reason, dear angelic friend, I feel you near, I feel you here,
deep beyond my little ear,
little voice I long to hear.
You are friend
You are sweet
Always loving
Inside I keep
a sweet love song
of you
I honor
I treasure
Appreciate
Surrender
under your wing and flight.

What an awsome sight :)

Story of a little boy

This story is magically told
by a boy who wondered alone
he faced a courage never have felt
he found a freedom he later would tell.
inside of him there were reasons
to love, to find freedom.
There was a will to survive
To live, to find light.

Tall buildings and masses
of people with glasses.
Masses of people walking fast
passing him by as he stood alone.
He was small, his clothes were torn.

Sometimes we think
and can't bear but cry
yet he faced his days
with a will to survive.
He rarely received hugs or kisses
or a kind gesture or even a compliment
yet his will and strength
was empowered by something else-
something grander than thought
and nourishment.

This boy walked alone,
no home, no food, noone to love,
he found no help he thought would help,
but he ended up finding the strength
from somewhere else.

A true vision inside he felt.
Deep in his shirt there was a pocket.
A little note inside the pocket
was left there from a year ago
and all this time he unknowingly stored.

And all alone and full of fear
he reached in his pocket
and as he found the note
he also found a tear
running down his face-
memories of her he suddenly embraced.

He was so happy to read the note
and suddenly found a spark of hope.

It read:
"YOU ARE THE TOOL, THE STRENGTH OF GOD,
YOU CAN MAKE OF THIS LOVE FOR THAT YOU ARE".

He found such strength from this awe inspiring note
that was given to him so long ago.
His great grandma always left him notes of love,
of light and faith and truth and hope.

Everyone else but his great grandma died
and last year she too said goodbye.

He felt again her warmth in his heart.
He remembered the ways she'd look at him
with this loving gaze
that lovingly filled her delightful face.
She would look at him with such love and such peace
and he remembered how it felt to receive
such love with serenity and ease
and totality- for this grand love she had for him
always left him feeling amazed.
He was so loved.
The love was so pure-
and even if he did "wrong"
the eyes of love she'd endure.

Another bunch of tear drops lined his face
and a source of inspiration
relentlessly offered some faith.
He suddenly started looking at himself lovingly-
He started looking at himself sweetly-
He started looking at himself with kindness-
He started looking at himself with forgiveness-
He started looking at himself with gentleness-
He started looking at himself with gratefulness-
He started looking at himself from a place of empowerment,trust, and grace.
He started looking at himself from a place of deep joy
as he'd remember her face.
He started looking at himself the way his great grandmother looked at him,
and this love flourished and promoted
such transformation and hope.

He filled himself with love
he never, when alone, ever felt before.

If it wasn't for her,
love to him would be something unknown.
People who haven't received love from others
often are in a blank
and then they are unable to give
to themselves love and thanks-
because they were never taught this art.

Yet sometimes friends and smiles come along
regardless if in the past there was none-
that open up our own light and spark
and teach us again to love and embark
on a new dear journey
and again become the light
we've been yearning.
It is here, available now,
we can all find it, if we look deep inside somehow.

He started living his life with grace and love.
All of a sudden there was a new kind of smile,
a new kind of presence,
a new kind of child,
a renewed kind of essence.

The people nearby were curious to see
how a homeless boy could be in such peace.

It was the 19th century of madness and wars
yet one day a young woman
came with her horse.

She asked him dearly-
do you have a home?
I want to help,
oh dear child I send you all my love.
I'd like to share with you my love and my heart.
I once had a son here
but we grew apart.
He left the town many years ago-
a youngster then- aspiring a new home, a new life,
away from here, away from "strife",
but he never listened when I would cry-
"peace is not where you are,
peace is what you are in your heart".

The woman said with sadness and sorrow-
you seem so at peace
and there's noone around you.
You live in the cold
and with nowhere to go,
nowhere to stay,
yet the glow in your eyes have swept me away.

You are a child of God and all I long for and strive
is right here infront of my eyes.
Can you humble yourself and teach me
to be what I preached my son to be-
even though it was something I was never able to achieve

The child said- OFF COURSE YES,
and THANK YOU KINDLY for your embrace.
I'll share with you my all-
all my experiences that brought me back "home",
all the experiences that taught me to love,
and you know it's so true
and can you easily see
that you truly and completely are a reflection of me

I learned peace from my great grandma
who taught me to be
the love that I am.
It's so lovely to think
with love in the heart
and nothing else clouding it
for true kindness is in the heart and I'm left fascinated-
and all I see
is the oneness of all,
it's the oneness of we,
I am not just this body,
I am this light,
I am this warmth,
I am this delight
just like you are-
We are ALL one light,
one life, and together
we create a rainbow
of colors and BLISSFUL paradise.

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Show me a flower that cries
and you'll soon see they are more wise
than to relentlessly regret
the fearful thoughts
thus sadly kept.

Even if they sit in a funeral,
they light up the room,
they flower, they bloom.

Flowers teach me how to be,
how to look above
with eyes that see
the sun that glows
the clouds that whisper
a majestic hope
even if its clouded,
for it whispers
that light and love
is up and coming,
be patient
and you'll see it
if you stop from running.

Lovers lean against a rose bud tree
in the misty day while drops of rain
fall their way.

Flowers open up a scent of heaven
that lights our heart
as we embrace them.

Flowers teach us how to be light,
how to be airy,
how to spark.

Flowers are teachers
if we are willing to embrace
the grandest of wisdom
in a whimsical face.

Face of rose buds,
you magically see
all the dimensions
that sometimes we fail to see.

You teach me presence,
you teach me to let go
as I see the dead leaves
leaving your show.

You let go so gracefully,
you allow it to be,
and you renew
as the old ones
go back to earth and flee.

You teach me a lesson
dear flowers of love,
let go of what doesn't serve me
and come back to the dimension
of hope, and love,
and sweetness that we are made of.

In the end it's all a lesson,
can we come back home?
can we come back to what we trust?
can we come back to where we belong?
can we come back to the light of sweetness
that melts our hearts and shine our paths?
can we look at one another with forgiveness
because they are all going thru the same path?

We are evolving slowly
or we are evolving fast,
we are finding our center,
in the midst of the hurricane mash.

We are looking at profoundness
for the solutions in our daily corner,
and each time with practice-
our practice becomes stronger.

Our life becomes more bolder,
more happy, more light, more free,
if we can be like flowers,
that's when we can really be.

 

Going along this life
with our friends
who nurture us
as we nurture them.

Sometimes we're too busy to love,
we have so much on our minds.

Sometimes we're too busy to notice,
we have to much to do-
and our garden is left unnoticed.


But when we care,
that's when we can really be there,
to feel their pain
as they feel ours,
to honor their days,
as they honor ours.

Friends
that dare
come from a place
somewhere
inside the heart
as they honestly
love and care.

When our days are sad,
they say a thing or two
that makes us smile
and giggle too.

When we're happy
they are happy too
because in all,
we are one-
its true.

And when our heart
cannot bare
to feel more pain,
we feel the love,
through our friends
that trust
and love
us.

 

Enthusiasm
I spoke to a friend about something that seemed so interesting, so inviting, and so positive- until I got the response.. A blobb of hmm hmm, and well.. yeahh guess that's interesting, said in a tone that is not so convicing. And then an unomfortable feeling came within.

I watched the video the other day from Louise Hay "You Can Heal Your Life, The Movie" and they mentioned that when we feel something uncomfortable, its great- because right there, at that moment, we can transform it.

In this case, seeing a lacking of enthusiasm from someone else- which inevitably it is completely fine, for some like chocolate, others vanilla; some like sports, others art; some like rain, others sunshine; some like pottery, others rather play lottery; some gamble their days away, some rather go to a park and play..; some enjoy nurturing, some enjoy investing.. it's all in the eyes of the beholder- But the lesson is what is clear and generous. Seeing that lacking of enthusiasm from someone else, helped me 1- accept it, accept THEM, accept ME feeling this and 2- this is a reminder to heighten my own enthusiam.

So quickly, I transformed my passion of what I was doing at the moment, from not being so enthusiastic to my cleaning the house, to completely being enthusiastic about it- completely increasing my passion for cleaning my world, my home, and doing it with that zest of life and love- the very life that clings and relentlessly teaches us- every day, how to live our days.

Thank you life, it is all a matter of perception.
If we clean our lenses, we can see more clear.

By the way- I took this picture when I went to an amazing ecovillage in Argentina. It was this man's passion- to build an amazing landscape of organic gardens, and trees of nature, as well as respecting earth as much as possible in this self sustainable environment of adobe style homes, and solar everything, everything vegan, everything sweet, everything kind, and everything done from a place of passion- enthusiasm at its finest.

 

Amelia
I remember you often
I remember your friendship and your smile
I remember the way that you laugh outloud,
you have a way to motivate me fully,
you have a way to inspire me,
to liven my day,
to always cheer up my ways.

You have a spark in your aura
a golden light that transforms my all,
you are a sun
appearing as skiny fragments of color in the sky,
you are grounded and disciplined,
and you remind me of what I truly am,
deep within.

Thank you for your kindness
that never stops,
thank you for the words of wisdom
you always have.
Thank you for your magnetic laugh
and the light in your eyes,
your brilliance amazes me,
even right now in my heart.

I think of you and I smile again,
I am so blessed to have such
wonderous angelic friends.

 

We keep ourselves busy with lights...
outside lights...
and fake a smile while thinking and planning
and wondering why did this happen that way
or what will it be in the future...

We go
back and forth
like a pendulum of swings
and in one focused second
we can't even tune in
where that swing is going-
because it's going so fast,
and before we know it
we forget to know how to stop
it from doing all that.

And all the times we feel like a mouse
running around and around in a circle
without pause until there's no breath
left to bear-
we used up all the emotions in our tank,
all the tension has come back,
and there is no gap,
only a cap
to hold back the wind and the cold
and the years that made us look so old
and grey
and perhaps now we have a way
to slow down
and without despair
know that deep inside
we're still in there
and all the while
while it feels out here so cold-
deep inside it still is warm,
for deep in our hearts of love
is our truest sweetest home.

 

Boats and streams
on a European day
Monet captures the breeze
and the light of that day

What peaceful village
nothing somber
just nature that loves
amidst calming
white doves
that wonder
through the sky

The day is free
The heart shines
My heart shines
bright
as I look and write
I look at such a painting
that captures its very life

I fly in my dreams
I fly
and if I had a choice
I'd fly to this very site
so that I can bathe by the doves
that recite
soft melodies
of fruit filled songs
in a way that is
perfectly
and delightfully
just right.

Good night!!

 

Blue dress
Softly fitting the curves
Of the waist

A cotton feel
Soft
Comfortable
and pretty

Delightful
like the sky
it reminds me
of the stars
I saw tonight

Because its glimmery
It sparkles and it shines
And it dances
Freely and my eyes
Bright and happy
Dancing and enjoying
These wonderful melodies
With pride

May we always enjoy
Each moment
Each bliss
And realize the gifts
That are such blessings

And through it all
I melt tonight
Covered in my blankets
as I slowly close my eyes.

John Keats

 

John Keats
A lover of poems
A poet of lovers
as he loved a lover so sweetly-
his poems explained it so.

Through fire in his breath,
with the knowing that without
a dime or an inch
of health he
couldn't secure
his love by him
for too long
a time-

But still
with the time they had,
they were blessed to shine.
And now beyond his death
his poems of love
will forever fill our chests.

He wrote to his "Fanny":
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.

lizard

As I stand and rest my head against this lovely tree, I see something I've never seen before.
I see a lizard sleeping on a rope,
a rope that was used to keep a rose bush standing tall.

And then I look, and I see the full moon, glowing like it never has before.
An aura of light circles the moon as if it actually looked like a round rainbow,
it's hard to describe it actually, for I've never seen something like that before.

It actually looks like 2-3 rings of different shades of light- from a flourescent white to iluminating pinks, purples, greens, and oranges.
It's gorgeous.

People always say that we tend to get a little crazy around the Full Moon.
Perhaps the full moon is an opportunity to release our habitual tendencies that don't serve us of the world no longer.


Perhaps the full moon is an opportunity to allow all those things to surface,
to come to the surface,
so that we can better reflect upon it and let it go once we see we mastered the lesson
in it all.
It is 6AM and the night is turning into day. The lizard is still sleeping soundly.
He doesn't seem to mind I am writing away in his presence.

This is the start of a new day,a new way of living and recreating my life and dreams, my visions, and my ways of being.

I am like a TV with many channels. and it is up to me which channel I wish to entertain.

Today I wish to entertain the channel of compassion towards myself and others.

Thank you God.
I Love this life as it brings about such opportunities to grow in love and in harmony.

I thank the opposite of love and harmony for helping me appreciate the duality of life and its purpose.

For everything that is not love eventually brings me to a place of love.

PS- the lizard just woke up.
10-16-09

God
I am so sorry for any hurt I gave to another.
When I feel others who want so much from me,
it sometimes feels like they are taking
the life out of me-
suffocating me at whole,
drowning me
in this bottomless pit full of ghoul-
ish things,
of unforgiving trees,
that in the end,
only wishes to breathe
and to grow,
like trees are meant to grow.
And just like the trees like space to grow,
I am learning how sometimes I am in control
because it's okay-
it's okay to sometimes say no.



We always think we have the answers for the other,
we give lots of commentaries on how the other one
should live and what they should do, and we say it to them
over and over
and never do we stop to take a breath
and listen to whether they wish to get a breath
or even ask
whether what we say even helps-
because really-
are we trully trying to help?
or do we gain some kind of power by
being the stronger one
but its all a game-

And when the game bites back,
as we are on the receiving end,
we feel the sting,
and we become eventually grateful
for what life oddly brings.

Thank you God for letting me realize
and understand the old famous line-
that's written by Joan Anglund-
It goes like this-
"A bird does not sing because it has
an Answer.
It sings because it has a Song."

We think we need to be better, better all the time,
know it all, and show it off,
act "So Cool",
we think it is the way to be approved,
that somehow this is the only way
to not feel used or be mistreated,
for we're respected if others think
we're smart as we wear pleated
pants and fancy dresses-

But in the end a compassionate smile
and the warmth of love is all that is
needed on this earth and above.




May all else be nourished,
all the rain that drops
as it flourishes
into rivers
and land,
may it rain onto us
wisdom at hand.
and wisdom in this land,
that eventually becomes the
essence of a flowering plant.



Light, subtle, and sweet-
that is all my heart finds for treats.

 

 

I saw this little boy
who looked at me with such warmth and glow.
There was no needy trait.
We just surrendered to a heart filled hug
and play,
a loving connection,
a twinkle so warm,
so loving, so affectionate.

And when we said goodbye,
there was no sorrow bled.
It was just a reminder
that life has no guarrantees
of what's available tomorrow.

It is always worth it in the end-
when we see this moment as our best friend.
When we can enjoy ourselves, those around us,
and enjoy what we do,
then we're filled with blessings
not sorrow of the future or past
that looks so blue..

Children remind me of this.
Because children still have the spark of
wisdom and connection to bliss.

Here is another little child from work
who reminded me of truth:

I was looking at a baby today.
He was wearing an orthopedic helmet over his head
yet he kept his head tall as he smiled at me,
in such a loving way,
and as we connected
we offcourse played.

He felt my love.
I felt his.
There was nothing else,
No obligation, no clouded will,
there was nothing in disguise,
just love that shared this sight.

There was no longing for tomorrow
just a warmth in the heart,
there was no sorrow,
no desperate need
to re-live this moment
at forced will.
All there is- is love.
The only thing that lasts forever
is this feeling I've borrowed,
borrowed from life.
Thanks for this night!

Look, it doesn't matter about tomorrow.
The moment we share everyday-
with our friends-
that sweet connection,
the love,
that's what matters,
that's all that matters,
and if 2 choose to journey in life together
it shall be, and if they don't
then it's okay too,
because at one point or another
we each may part from eachother- to another
city or another town,
to another husband or wife,
-which inevitably makes us frown,
or may be our loved one wants
another lifestyle or another
path,
or may be he or she is ready to go beyond this earth
and pass- to another life, another dimension-
who are we to say this is the only dimension?
Can we enjoy eachother fully right now
and give eachother space to make choices
even if it is away, from us?
I know its painful- but we must.
Deep down we know we must.

 

Life has no guarrantees..
The leaves live off the tree
until it no longer
is meant to be.

 

I know all situations are divine blessings, helping us surface everything out- until all is left is our Very Essence.

 

You are a beauty within angels who is in this universe for the sake of love and compassion. You are here for the sake of wisdom and healing. You are here to do divine work and even though you easily become distracted, you come back. Keep coming back, for you are one of God's (or source or highest light or whatever the name, no matter) loyal workers, and he needs you in his busy factory. The factory of heavenly light and heavenly love is where you feel you belong, and here you do belong.

The love within your heart is from this incredible light, if you ever put yourself down by assuming people or circumstances are putting you down, you are putting down the amazing gift that God has given you. A gift is to be treasured. Treasure it with love and dignity. Other people’s words and actions are their words and actions, from their own insecurities, from their own fears, or from just the only best they can give at that moment, even if they don’t understand the consequences their actions have upon others and themselves. Other people’s words are never your identity, NEVER. Value you as you deep down really know who you are. You are more than life itself. You are made of a thousand stars and a million kisses.

You are made of lots of little bones, and lots of funny laughs. You are made of millions of poems and a gentle soul. You are made of luminous things, all wrapped up in one. All wrapped in one- together with your body, mind, soul; you are perfectly here to experience what you need to experience, everything is divine, even the most horrid things people do, even the worst things you see, even the biggest of disasters.

Everything has a divine intent and it is meant for your learning and growth. Grow as you grow, enjoy the rain from the misty clouds and the sunshine from our heavenly sun, and let it bring brightness in your heart, as it is lovely in its absolute just as you are lovely in its absolute; and lovely as your heart receives light from within and around you with grace. So spend the day with ease, you have great protection, deep within your skin, and deep within your soul God is always near.

 

The art of letting go is a blessing indeed
What a blessing it is to feel free,
free to be,
free to see,
with eyes clear and attentively
seeing what is presently here and there,
and to honestly share
all this love, that at this moment
we are made of.

It's right here,
deep inside
deep in the most merciful place
of compassion, not pride,
just love and humility,
wamth and tranquility-

and when the love is unreachable,
it's because the layers are becoming
unpredicably there
entertaining us
until we awaken
to look at it with ease,
they're just clouds without ease;
yet when the sun still brightly shines,
the clouds become transparent
as light glides, right through it,
and sends us hope, because we too,
can do it-
when we are ready,
at any day
when we wish to-
may be it's now-
are we ready to?

We are the sun
and the love
that shines through
any wall.

 

Imagine a plant that never lets go of its dead leaves.
That even though the dead leaves wish to fall to feed the earth
through the sun and the minerals beyond,
the plant relentlessly keeps them in one by one, close to its roots
and the dead stems multiple in layers
to the point that
the plant becomes crazily covered by them-

These layers and layers of the past-
that wishes to pass,
but nevertheless its become a part
of this plant that no longer looks
green or exciting
and nor does it last-
because it eventually gets worn down-
The weight on its shoulders have caused it
to drown,
And the new leaves are hiding inside
a messy shell
of dead of leaves that really belong
somewehere else.

But this scenario is never true
because plants are naturally evolving,
they would never do-
these things, they just face the light,
they are one with the sun's rays
and eventually they let everything pass-
for there is no attachment to the past-
they are just enjoying what is Now-
what more than that?

Can we be like a plant,
that recycles the old
with the new?

Can we be like the plant,
that is light and free
and contantly at ease?

Can we be like the plant
that faces the sun
and never hides from the rain?

Can we be like the plant,
that always, always
enjoys a new day?

I say YES!

 

Flowering buds-
You arise as spring
delights my senses,
with blooming roses
that's scented.

Fragrant and Free,
light and airy,
soft and sparkly-
you lovingly capture
divinity.

You are full of light
that is translucent and real.

Oh majestic you are.
You teach me wisdom by far.

You always focus on the light.
You never turn away and become dark.

Your attention is on the sun
and at night you still belong.

Your flowers are scented
with the sweet song of love
that carries us home.

You remind me to freshen my day with ease,
and to softly play,
to softly live my days.
You teach me to surrender,
to endure,
to gently relax,
to kindly be pure.

Yes flower,
you are like the days
that are most peaceful
and gentle in all ways.


I carry you in my heart always-
And it is there gentle flowers
where your scent and bliss stays.
2/19/10

What a bummer

What a bummer
for the Hummer
that's on the plow..
it doesn't save on gas.. somehow..
But who am I to be righteous anyway?
For even though I drive a Hybrid,
I don't save the day everyday.

I mess up
I screw up
I judge
I ignore
Yet life is everyday
an experience worth experiencing.

We go through this and we go through that,
that's how we eventually choose
what to entertain in our path.

Are we ready to choose love?

Pain may come and go but its ok because we can turn it into a rainbow!

You are my treasure
You are my love
You are my pleasure
from up above.
You are the stars
You are the days
You are the ways
in which I pray.

You are beyond heavenly
I'm completely mesmerized
and utterly devoted to your work
of helping us love eachother with compassion and hope.

I know in life it's sometimes difficult
to forgive, to pardon,
to really show compassion.

So much hurt trully resides
so profoundly, so deep inside,
but even though that is all true-
the wisdom and patience that occurs
from all the trials and tribulations
help me see through
all the hardship
that brought all these sensations
of despair, sorrow, and sadness.

Now hardship brings me also strength
and such gladness
because I can overcome anything
when I'm connected to love and profoundness.

I'll never forget a dear wise 9 year old child
who said to me one night-
"if I was able to survive Cancer back then,
I can survive anything in life".

Inner strength, inner wisdom,
and inner knowingness comes
as we face what is with grace,
and with pure divine faith
and intervention-
and when so-
we feel a divine connection
and sense of protection
and it brings about complete inspiration
and as I choose profound introspection,
I clean out the habits-
and by that I bring about true transformation.

I love you God.
We are such a fine representation
of the truth of love-
Yet most of us don't even know it.
Imagine if we all just knew the amount of amazingness
that's stored deep within our hearts?

When we are tapped into this sweet connection-
to the divine beauty of light,
deep inside
we come home
and we feel as if we reached this amazing height
of mountain peaks that are filled with white-
white snow that reminds us of the amazingness
of life.

Thank you for spreading the rays of light of love
along with bringing the sweetness of our friends, our hope,
the nature, even the challenges that help us grow,
and the amazingness of the stars and galaxies above.
12/09