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..