TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

Meditations

The Grace of Presence

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Oh, God,
your gentle breezes
caress my physical form.
I have been sick,
Pill sick
Mentally sick
Soul sick
for so long,
Overwhelmed by fear,
selfish concerns,
physical ills.
What has changed today?
How come today
I can see beyond the self
To the Self?
Is it so mundane
as to be due to a coolness waft of air?
Or is it a taste of infinity?
A wormhole to your realm?
An undeserved dollop of grace?
You are inside always
and yet so often I cannot feel you
at all!
And I lapse into despondency,
anxiety,
preoccupation with the self,
the person,
the ego.
Why today can I see Thee
In the galaxy of stars within?
Why today?
How can I keep this view
Of you?
Despite problems, illness,
please take me over,
please let me see
Thee daily within.
Please let me love you
and all who live
with wild abandon
and the diamond dazzle of compassion,
without restraint.
Tears cleanse
make amends
for my many sins,
Oh, Zephyr of air,
wafting with the perfume
of the Divine
that permeates
all.
Please stay
forever in my heart,
and blow away
fears and tears
and usurp
the self forever!


Being in Winter

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How higher they be
than me
for they know how
to just Be

always

in the present
in the Silence
so profound in winter
but in the forever now

I look fearfully ahead
towards a future of endings
and losses
of attachments
acquired over the years
none more strong
than our love

I used to know

how to just be
like a tree
spontaneously
when very young
now I seek to Be
as I was in youth

in rapture
not just in nature
but always
as the sheep
in the deep
of winter.


Giving Thanks to the Animals

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On the day those in the U.S. set aside for giving thanks, I thank God for the animals who have led me on a higher path in my life.  Animals have been among my best teachers.

HAPPY DAY OF GRATITUDE TO ALL!

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(Dedicated to Duchie and to Ko-Ko)


“Awareness of Awareness”

My friend, Tiramit, over at DhammaFootsteps.com sent me a reference to the wonderful video on awareness…

To see it, CLICK ON Inner Medium.com.

Don’t be fooled by the cartoon nature at the introductory beginning of the video.  All kinds of experts on consciousness are interviewed, from academics to a homeless man, from a Self-Realization monk to a race car driver, from a scientist to a business man and from a guru to artists and a  psychic.  All speak on thinking, Awareness and consciousness. It ends with Sri Mooji, whose retreat in London I am attending online for the next 5 days.  This video is a perfect segue into the Self-Inquiry process Mooji teaches.

Meantime, till next post, enjoy the beautiful Fall!

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THANK YOU!!

Going to take 5 days off in the country to regroup and hopefully return to health and to celebrate my husband’s birthday.  Will try to read posts but may not have adequate reception.

Meantime to thank all of you I leave you in good company with good thoughts…


Entangled in the Web of Thoughts

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The Simple Path


Life Eternal

On this sad day

13 years ago

unspeakable things happened

to uncountable thousands

we have gone on

aching for those lost

Let us affirm life today

and always

By going to the One within


Transcending Maya

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Some of you may know Mooji.  I have only just found him through Hariod who blogs at Contentedness.net.  I am so grateful to her for introducing him to me because it feels like a relationship started long ago in this life, possibly before.  I am following him as my Guru now and am always amazed at how simply he goes to the right to the truth.  Please just give a listen for less than three minutes.  You may fall in love with him, too.


Who is I?

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  Mooji makes it all so simple.  His gift is to simplify and pare things down to basics.  Hoping that the beautiful, short video below may offer a new awareness. Many of you are way beyond this lesson.  But for those of us struggling to understand, you don’t need to go to the mountain.   Listen to Mooji and “see.” 


Nothing Changes/All is Flux

 

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Objects seem solid
yet
are made up of
wriggling strings
an optical delusion
in the dream
of Maya
3000 years ago
the Rishis said that
the world of forms
was all mind stuff
Maya
In the 20 the century
Sir James Jeans
said the universe
consists of pure thought
each thing a moving,
ever changing manifestation
of the life force
One unity
there are no boundaries

The Magic of Rhythm

Alpha brain waves cycle at 8-12 cycles per second

Alpha brain waves are present in most altered states of consciousness,

as in meditation, flow, creative states, religious experiences,

for example.

In altered states of consciousness we feel one with the earth.

The magnetic rhythms of the earth cycle at 10 cycles per second.

With alpha we plug into the rhythms of the earth,

hence a feeling of unity with our Mother.

Think

pleasure at moving to rhythms of music

as in the Indian dance video below.

Some humor is thrown in for lightness of being,

as Shah Rukh Khan and Ranbir dress as women

and try to follow the gorgeous dancing diva, Madhuri Dixit, in Indian dance.

Enjoy

and ponder the importance of cycles and rhythm!


A Universe of Patterns

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A tuning fork
when applied to sand
creates patterns
like those of snowflakes
crystals
water droplets
or larger patterns
of mountains
deserts
lakes
the surface of the moon
What patterns
does the sound of the mantra
create on
the canvas of our minds
in meditation

Starlight, Starbright

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Starlight through the skylight
Moonlight just above the roof
Fireflies flickering flames
Random to our eyes
In a dizzying mercurial display
Flitting to the tune
Of trilling frogs
And the flutter of batwings
I see goblins in the windows
Alone would be terrified
With you here beatified
By the beauty of the silence
Punctuated by the frogs
Spotlighted by the moon
And the sparkling stars
Whose dust makes up
These rented bodies we carry
While inside heartbeats
Tick away our lives
To the beat of a flashing firefly
Or a flickering star.


Good Friday Prayer

In death, decay

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blurred tears

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yet the promise of new life

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The Hum of Life

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The reverberations of love

jump across time and space

to another receptive heart

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The reverberations of suffering

resound around the earth

picked up by open souls in prayer

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The reverberations of Aum

most sacred of sounds

pulses through our minds in meditation

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Love brings the possibility of loss

Suffering brings a totality of pain

Aum brings the reality of God within


When God Cries

When God cries

his tears gently touching

 the ailing, flailing earth

scintillating stardust falls

to the wintered ground below

twinkling diamond-lets

 tinkling the ground

tingling the ears

with a crinkling sound

sparkling the trees

in light bright white

blanching our sins

reaching out to us by

transforming our eyes

 with a bejeweled sight.


Bedazzled

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“Sound and light affect our consciousness, for we (like them) are composed of vibrations.”

Paramahansa Yogananda

Beware the enticements of worldliness

lest it lead you to the frazzle of despair.

Look behind the Light of nature,

and let the eyes be

 bedazzled by the Beauty

of God hiding there.


The Silent Cathedral

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Listen

to the silence

of the trees

they communicate

in ways

 science knows not

yet

and

the fog and the snow and the mist

 the incense

suffusing

 the silent cathedral


An Apparition

Apparition

Here one second,

the next, gone,

with traces only in our hearts.

The ephemeral nature

of all life.

Our loved ones,

people and creatures,

here with us

for a pause in eternity

and gone for seeming eons.

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It is as the Hindus say

all “Maya,”

a dream of life,

an apparition,

some form of us

awakens one day

somewhere

we know not

when or where or how

right now.


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The Spiders’ Secret

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A chill wind blows the yellowing leaves off the trees. They drift down to the ground like giant snowflakes. The air is pregnant with the feel of the coming holidays. Fall has truly come, with the sudden drop in temperatures, a full 10-20 degrees cooler than a few weeks ago. This is the real Fall, no faltering Fall, but a Fall that will guide us appropriately into winter. November appears as a mirror image of March with its vibrant color of decay, while March is the decaying color of about-to-burst-forth Spring.

The birds are at the bird feeder all the time now. They are not stopped by our presence when we come to fill the feeder or blow leaves under it. Nothing stops them. They swoop around the feeder and the surrounding trees like Kamikaze pilots, darting here and there recklessly. The squirrels are in a frenzy as well, stock piling acorns and walnuts which they will retrieve without fail in a month or so in a snow-covered land.

To me, the trees are most beautiful at this time of year, when many of them are bare and a scattering of leaves remain on dark brown branches. The leaves that remain quiver daintily in their precarious positions on the tree limbs. Yet these are the survivors. The other leaves have fallen and gone the way all living things eventually go. Most trees have lost all their leaves and they stand in stark contrast against the blue sky, the stormy sky, the grey sky.  But I find them most beautiful against the night sky, with arms reaching up to the darkness, trying to touch the stars twinkling between the branches, as moonlight dances on their limbs.

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November holds the last glimmer of color. A carpet of yellow lines the woods now– and one can see inside the woods that are so dark and impenetrable in summer. Some forests have carpets of oak leaves– dark brown tan in color. Others are paved with variegated colors– vibrant crimsons against yellows and faded greens and tawny tans. The un-mown lawns are now taken over by the spiders covering the fields.  At precious moments, one can see a world of webs that only appears in a certain slant of sunlight and reveal a silent take-over by the spiders in webs that sparkle secretly, mirroring the infinite web of creation.

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The yellow, brown, and crimson leaves are complemented by the ubiquitous yellow, brown and crimson mums that appear on the roadside near mail boxes, on porches or along driveways. These tough little flowers withstand frosty chills and stand tall throughout most of November– hearty, generous souls, so giving in their colorful, velvety splendor.

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Halloween pumpkins begin to sag a bit or shine with wetness as if encased in glass. They will soon be tossed– pine combs, wreaths and fir swags to take their places, and the season of lights will begin. Anticipation hangs in the air. Autumn seems the fastest season to come and go. I try treasuring each moment, but the minute/hours/days just sift through my fingers like so many grains of sand. Then Christmas/Hanukkah comes and fades in a flash and we are into the Nor’Easter blizzards of January. Another year is gone and a new one has come. Would that we could be in forever in the season of love, but it is also a season of loneliness and loss and darkness. It is good we are defenseless against time.

Now, at Thanksgiving, it is our time to give thanks. Inspired by the Native Americans, let us thank the earth. Let us give thanks to the trees for their constantly changing beauty, to the stars for their piercing presence in the night sky, to the leaves for their inspiring colors, to the sun for its life-giving power.  Let us thank the Spring for its awakening hope, the Summer for its warm, thriving growth, the Fall for its beauteous bounty, to the Winter for a time of renewal.  Let us thank the soon-to-come snow for its hushed, white silence that transforms our world, to all the animals for their pure souls, to our families and friends for their precious love, and, lastly, but mostly, to the Higher Power of our belief for the macrocosm of creation.

Happy Thanksgiving and may you each be blessed with the all-embracing, pervasive, pulsating Love in Nature.


Homefulness

Sheltered from the rain

our house in view

how lucky we

to have a home

a shelter

 blues harmonica

sheets of rain

storm

blurring October

but focusing on gratitude

for a home to go to

when the rain lets up

a shelter

our nest

an illusion of security

I’ll welcome

in my world of delusions.


Whirling October

Fleet-footed October

with

leaves floating down

swirling

in

whirlwinds

while days dance away

as the last leaf-colored

butterflies

flutter by

before you know

 turtles

 will bury  deep

 for a long winter’s sleep