Wonderful times
have wonderful rhymes
for all those wonderful laughs
reveal wonderful sunshine in our paths
and we write, we write it all..
down on paper..

In spite of all the things that go wrong,
there's so many things that go right.
So many friends that show us it's all alright.
So many fields, so many flowers,
so many years, so many memories
captured,
in the heart,
deep inside,
all those lovely ones
who spark such life,
in our minds
and help us become less stuck..

So many things come and go,
we get those who yell at us,
but they're just suffering.. I know..
Life is hard, a judgement here
a judgement there..
a threat to those who cannot even bear
to live this life, because it's hard..

But let us remind ourselves,
things do get old..
and wash away,
even thoughts,
they die after play..
It's all a play.
Impermanence is inevitable.

It is said
only essence lives on.
Our outer body dies and becomes dust along
a buried field of grass.
Our outer body can also be sprinkled after cremation
over the ocean's currents along with a prayer of reflection,
as our essence lives on.

This life force, does it even turn old,
or turn dead?
Many of us don't even know how to feel it, or
acknowledge if we're always in our head.

Many who have crossed over see that our light never dies,
it never sets.

So..

I prioritize today.

Everything and everything doesn't matter
as much as my time with my true nature inside that sways.
Can I allow my mind to still and allow myself to be free?

And the more I do makes its easier, it makes it easier to breathe.

I choose to feel that peace inside that never pushes me away.
It is gentle, it is kind, it is calm.
I feel it in my hand.

Its that pulsating feeling in my fingers, its so alive.
It's so alive.

I feel it in my feet, as if I were a tree deeply rooted to the earth..

I feel my legs and my arms filled with aliveness
and
the mind becomes more calm.

Then little by little,
I scan each part of me,
like my bottom,
my back,
my groin,
my abdomen,
my ribcage,
my chest,
my neck,
my face,
my scalp,
my head...
everywhere in my body I feel more space, with each breath.
And then no longer am I the thoughts or the emotions stuck inside..
I allow everything to pass..
I come back...
I am light.

I have stilled the mind and allow myself to be free.
I breathe.

Day off
Yet dispersed
One moment the TV is on
And one moment I thirst.

Yet the wandering mind comes and goes
It finds distractions
It’s all a show

And then I stop
I take it in
I take a breath
And with surrender, I give in.

The aliveness within
Is felt a little more and more.

It just takes connection
Divine reflection
A subtle notice
A subtle sound
From deep within
That says, “Stop somehow”

I used to get mad
When I’d ruin a perfect day
But not today,
I just catch whatever tendency
And know its okay
When I come back to a quiet place
Of deep peace within
That really truly feels this sacred day.

For it’s no longer what I do
That makes me happy-
But the peace and love in which I do it in.

I can catch it at any time,
After hours of mind struggle
Or after a sad honest cry,
I can catch any emotions or tensions
That are bottled up inside,
Or fears and misdirected perceptions
That are forcing this moment to become dry
And tasteless.

I rather connect to whatever pain within and kindly face it.
And as every wind is faced by the sun,
The sun showers the wind with light,
And the wind showers the sun,
with love.

It’s all a dance, this life, this love,
This strife, these doves that fly up in the air,
And remind us, with their grace,
That we too can fly, with freedom,
Once we drop the heaviness that no longer
Serves us

Anywhere

Anywhere we go,
Anyone we see
Can tell if we are carrying years of distress
And disease.
Sure we completely fool each other and act it out.

We pretend we are all happy,
Because our car is shiny,
We think that’s all they notice
It’s all about standing out.

But true happiness within
Is when the captain is not the mind,
But the inner endless wisdom that when I am
Quiet and still, can guide me deep inside.
I feel such bliss
I feel so light
I feel every single cell within me
Electrified with aliveness, and with peace.

I can use my mind when and how I want,
But I am no longer controlled by it
Each and every day of my life.


I don’t have to be doing anything special
For me to feel this hue.
This hue of colors, that like a rainbow
Bring me back to truth.
This love, which is felt within
And throughout me.

Oneness.

Tonight is full moon, as they say... and as I look up, it all looks grey.
And then I look more, I continue looking,
and I see a hidden moon inside a willowing night, and even though its hiding, if I look really close, it still shines quite bright.

It reminds me of life, as sometimes things can appear quite dim.
Yet all of form, all of things, eventually helps us look closer within.

And then we become more free,
and see our destiny infront of our eyes, and life doesnt pass us by anymore,
and everything life gives us becomes a heavenly surprise,
we even get to love those days that seem quite dim,
we get to appreciate it all, because we connect beyond the perishable, we connect beyond what's perishable.

Ocean of life, help me dispel life's grief. Help me conform with life's mountains, whether big or small, or curvy, or narrow. Help me lord to see all that is as beautiful, for it is. How else can roses be so sweet and enchanting without the garbage that thru composting helps make the flower what it is. Darkness helps us see light, how else can the stars look so bright at night. Ohh there are storms and there are days where everything is clear, clear as day. Nothing ever stays as it it, it is all interchangeable, one day its up, another down, another high, another low, one day healthy, another day stroke, another day young, and inevitably another day old, one day confident, another day completely insecure, another day happy, and another so so sad. How can we be at the mercy of life situations for they are so crazily interchangeable, no real warranties in life, eventually it is all perishable, it will all die. But its okay, its alright, for when the windows are open in our hearts and soul, we feel more alice, we become connected, to what is profoundly within, that which is always steady and directed, at life's blissful moment of now, for really, what else is more important than this moment. And now carries this aliveness, they face the sun, they don't run away. They don't for the future, for their blessings, they feel it, its okay. And they bloom until they no longer do, as all leaves do also, they stay on the tree until its no longer meant to be, and gracefully they fly down, and softly touch the ground, and begin to become fertilizer, for a newly found flower to be born, into day. THERE'S AN ACCEPTANCE, CAN WE TOO ACCEPT THIS MOMENT, THIS DAY? And do whatever our heart wishes to do, with love in the background, with love, and deep truth.

Life awaits or does it?
Life is here, now, whether we connect to it now, or we don't.. its here. at this moment, full of breeze, light and sun, the ease of nature flowing like the branches and the trees filled with leaves and rain that drops but never stains.
rain gushes down during the storm, and then leaves little puddles so that birds can later bathe when its warm.
shadows fill an empty night, but lots of stars light up the scary tide-it's no longer is frightening. The moon is bright, the stars shiny and it looks like glitter, painted across the sky, as if it was a magical deliverance, from God, who swept the whole ground, ocean, and sky and filled it with lots of goodies and surprise... we're all here, and even though sometimes life carries struggles, lots of mind stuff, lots of hurdles..
lots of noise, lots of screams, lots of thoughts and beliefs, lots
s of weird dreams..
But them amongst another hurried day, the soul gets tired of all the drama it played. So it finds solace in knowing it can come back home. The soul is ready to come back home.

A Garden For Daily Living

Plant 3 rows of peas:
Peace of Mind
Peace of Heart
Peace of Soul

Plant Four Rows of Squash:
Squash Gossip
Squash Indifference
Squash Grumbling
Squash Selfishness

Plant 4 rows of lettuce:
Let us be faithful
Let us be kind
Let us be happy
Let us really Love oneanother

No garden should be without turnips:
Turn up for service when needed
Turn to help oneanother
Turn up the music and dance

Water Freely with Patience and cultivate
with Love.
There is much fruit in your Garden-
You reap what you sow.