owls and crocodiles

owls and crocodiles
sunflowers
and shiny armours
over a caterpillar's chest
no way better to look at nature's best

vegetable stew at dinner after a walk at the park..
wondering why my arms are so weak
after my workout.. what a week..
what a day..
its nice when we can share a smile and play..
with the dog
with our friends
life is short
but then again it never ends..

perhaps this body will shed and die sometime
as these bricks and stones may too dissolve to dust.
but the everescent life in a flower after the flower..
still dwells in life..
can we feel it?
or are we too busy in our minds?

its neat when we can use this recycling machine, and let out what we let in.
and as we clean it layer by layer
everything becomes clearer
everything becomes more transparent

and soon without trying
everything has a different face
everything becomes loving
because we see the lovingness within any and all acts.

people are lost sometimes and consumed by suffering
it can be so sad to watch and even
at times confusing
but let us not only focus on what is bad
for there is a glow of oneness within everyone,
and that's that
as i experience it.

and when a lost soul sees eyes of love regardless of whatever he has caused,
he too may finally for once feel accepted,and thru that love, which he probably never felt before,
will flower a transformation,
and love
may be the main ingredient from then on,
or not the,
may be it may take more time.
but a seed of kindness has been shared
for all ways
and perhaps it may be continued to be shared,
can we share it today?
we may not realize the power in our hug, in our smile, in our love..
until we see beyond
but regardless..
can we be true?
and love beyond most means?
all else that is not love eventually brings us back to the essence o

salutation to the moon

salutation to the moon
so bright
u amplify
life.
u strike the very chord in me
and as i see you i see me.

we are all reflections of eachother.
we are all mirror images of oneanother.
sometimes we hate to admit
that the weaknessess in him
we feel sometimes also..
until the honest heart
sheds an honest cry,
and eventually an honest laugh
and by this we awaken our path..
we transform
we transcend
we surpass
to no end
and slowly the layers slough off more and more until all is left is the crystal inside that remains warm.

and then we see within ourselves the same way as we see the moon
bright
transparent
loving
and forever
in bloom

Milarepa

The Life of Milarepa
A man who most would think would have no hope, no dreams, no life, no progress, no thought that there could ever be any hope, that he would get better.. How insane to participate in the killing of so many people, when they were flesh and blood, how could anyone ever think of performing such treason, is there any reason to ever trust in someone like this again? How could anyone? Most would defend..
Yet Milarepa showed the world what he could..
At first there was such guilt, without disguise.. He cursed his name, a thousand times..
He resisted healing from gurus around... He suffered so much, but through leaps and bounds.. he kept on going, finding that within all that masterpiece of pain, there was some glory, and some sweetness and depth.. he realized this is all we have that's left, beyond the multiple of layers, of skin, and mind, and bones, and feathers..

That we all have oneness and have it now.
That we all have the ability to reach it somehow.
But all the layers he faced and how..
All the guilt and blame and frowns..
All the hatred his family stored..
All the anger and attachment of it more and more..
He had to face all those layers,
face them straight on, face them each time they faced him.
And at times it was difficult to see..
All the layers screaming deep within..

But deep in the heart he knew it wasn't personal.
That all of us souls go through timeless dimensions..
We may do things that are horrible and that we regret,
but may we realize we don't have to be prisoners forever
of the things we fetched..

At times in plain anger we create such wars,
we create such struggles,
of selfish roars...

But we can go beyond anything we can.
Even if its tremendous, just like this man.
He faced what he did and he was so sorry..
But he went

Rain

Rain
Magnified 1000 times
Stronger than rocks hitting the face,
stronger than thoughts that are harsh,
stronger than an ox running wild and into
only 1 direction..
this way..

I know it seems like life can be a vivid bad dream
sometimes
where all is lost within that circle
and all feels clouded
all feels circled.
All may feel tense, strong, and blurry,
we try so hard to get rid of it,
in a hurry..
because we can't take it anymore..

But it's just a cloud, no less, no more..
It is not who we are
But what we do can come from an inner light
or this human pain that's trully
as overwhelming can be..

I felt it deep when a dear friend of mine
vented about his misery..
and then I spoke to his wife and
listened to her version..
All pain in hidden eyes,
with its own perceived
perception..

It's so sad when trust is lost
and all that's left is a faded love
but 2 dear hearts
come back to play when
all is left is the essence
that stays,
beyond the years,
beyond this life,
beyond these struggles,
beyond the strife..

It's crazy how one can act
when anger is attached to the heart..
Years of building and love
that's yielding can come to a full stop
blow
by an act of anger that hits like snow.

And it can take years rebuilding
what an act from ego caused-
it's bewildering to the heart,
I send them both all my love and my heart.
I send them both all my wishes
to see beyond the mind's sad existence.

And perhaps through time and space and faith,
Life can repair what broke from days
long and long and long ago..
Let's give a chance to
what is beyond the show.

Perhaps we all have to not be in order to now be
what we were not before..
Does that make sense?
Sometimes I feel like there's no pretense..
Dear God, help me put it lightly..
"Feel within, feel within the layers that mask
your cheery soul,
deep down, there's nothing to mourn..
for all is meant to be a game,
to help you come back,
to help you return.
To love."

full moon

On this night
where the full moon shines bright
all emotions are out there
emerging everywhere..
But its okay, because maybe in the next day
or two
can be of use
to face the stressors
that in the past we used.

Forgive him my mom says
and hang out with him
you should be friends...

Is it enough that I'm neutral about it and wish him well or do i have to hang out with him when our past was hell..
noone asked him to treat me so mean when I was young,
or take his anger on me because he was mad.

Perhaps it still hurts,
perhaps deep down it does..
perhaps I lack trust..
perhaps i lack love..

perhaps i never trusted him at all to tell
all my life passions, perhaps I've tried once or twice,but he seemed indifference and I fell into the same old
wall, that protective aspect that keeps us apart but at the same time keeps me well...

They say pray for those who have done u wrong is important to live..
but what if there was never anything done wrong because deep down it was all meant to be.

Perhaps some people in our lives are meant to act as the 'arrogant one' and may be other are meant to be 'the bullies'.. All these challenges, all this strife... helps one perhaps choose a lifestyle of compassion or a lifestyle of the same sad cries..

All people who treated me with anything less than respect taught me how not to treat others or how not to treat me,
with anything other than dignity.

All that is not love, eventually brings us back to love.

The Law of the Garbage Truck

Had to share (most of this I got from an article my friend gave me, then shared a few things from my own experiences in here too.. :)

One day I hopped on a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving on the right lane and suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on the brakes, skidded, and missed the other car just by inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved to the guy. And I mean he was really friendly.

So I asked., "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital." This is when the taxi driver taught me what I now call. 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'.

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, full of resentment, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up. they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it to you. Don't take it personally.

Some people have the wisdom actually to see that situation as an opportunity to help a friend out, so they take a little bit of that garbage, and dump it out themselves. Through their love they are able to collect that garbage and transform it into love. Such people are Reiki healers, counselors, psychologists, friends, and loved ones. In Buddhism there's a technique where one breathes in another person's suffering and exhales it out into the Universe once its transformed into love. Other people just are able to plainly maintain presence and that open light and love melts the other's suffering into love eventually. This happened to me once. I was in France and was so devastated. I met a young girl who was so sweet and kind and she listened to me vent for like 20 minutes. She didn't say a word, but looked at me with such compassion, understanding, and kindness. Her love melted all of my suffering. I was so grateful. It was such a beautiful moment.

So when a person comes with a garbage full of waste, just smile, wave, and wish them well. We don't have to keep their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So.. love the people who treat you right and pray for the ones who don't. Life is 10% what you make it and 90% how you take it.

Blessings!!!

Mike

My neighbor makes me smile.
I remember in the beginning when I'd knock at his door, and he'd come out with only his underwear on..
and my mouth was wide open and I was a bit surprised and confused,
that this 70 year old man,
has nothing to lose..
no feelings of embarrassment or fear i sensed from this man. He seemed so comfortable, so at ease..
& then I'd smile because it was kinda funny & cute..
Then I got used to it, year after year...

But it was so funny how this lady that brings him food on Tuesdays from meals on wheels knocked on his door, while I watched from the other side of the yard...
He came out in the same old way, wearing only underwear & socks and the look on her face,
made me intensely laugh...
It made my day although she was still in shock.
I had the same faith, that she too will eventually get used to it
& laugh.

He's so funny, sometimes he listens to his music for hours while the dog lies over his stomach & grouls...because she saw a cat then starts to bark but Mike is still sleeping, & I'm just smiling at this spectacle of daily life,
thats so comical to me.
Perhaps it reminds me of when he was asleep,
& someone put a cat nibble over his stomach, & the cat started eating while over his stomach, as he slept, his glasses were crooked while he snored, & the cat all the while was getting fed, another nibble of food.. Mike is a good sport, he knew he wasnt being ridiculed, because when he awakened he also laughed.

Mike, ur very sweet, the dad you are to these dogs, make you a king.
For a king is 1 who takes care of his community, & Mike's community are his dogs, which he loves like most others would never dream of.

I am so grateful for your funny ways,
the way you do things,
make me smile everyday..
Offcourse there's nuissances
but in all I love u in every way.