The Vibrations of Life
Pulsating life
flows through
tree branches
vibrating
to the song
of a red-winged blackbird
singing to the moon
as a cloud
stands by
in the approach
of twilight
Verticalia
Naked trees reach
upwards toward the sky
in pursuit of our Creator
Trees dressed in flowers
turn our eyes skyward
to gaze at cottony clouds
Church towers
carry our sight
to the bright blue heavens
as we stand
gazing
in unparalleled awe.
Resurrection
“From winter’s tomb of lifeless blossoms, thou, O Christ, art resurrected in new buds of roses, marigolds, bluebells, jasmine, and worldful varieties of flowers. Ever-mutating, multicolored flowers of lifetrons growing in the gardens of the astral land are fragrant thrones of thy Presence” ~ Paramahansa Yogananda
Hallelujah! He is risen.
The Hum of Life
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
Denizens of the Deep
The marsh is melting
and
all the turtles in their hibernacula
deep down under the melting ice
will soon emerge
and the marsh will sing
the chorus of the Spring Peeper
and the salamanders will emerge
with the urge to murge
and joy and the life force
will fill the air
and lift the fog
enveloping my soul.
Tom Attwater Is Dying. His Daughter Might Die, Too. The Letter He Left For Her Is Unforgettable.
To see a video of Tom reading this letter, click on:
Tom Attwater, Dying of Cancer, Reads the Letter he Wrote to His Daughter Kelli
A Tribute to Paramahansa Yogananda
I wish this were my tribute to Yogananda but it is not. Perhaps you will know of him in his”Autobiography of a Yogi”which is world famous. That is where I first found him. But he has written many other books and lectures. In other posts, I have written much about how psychiatric meds for my Bipolar Disorder have destroyed my closeness to God. Only in Yogananda’s writings have I been able to feel God– to go back to communion with God. Interestingly enough, my husband’s best friend is a monk in Self-Realization Fellowship which Yogananda founded to bring Kriya Yoga out of India to the West. Yogananda came to me recently when I was sick and brought me joy in my despair and rekindled my dedication to learning Kriya Yoga. Yogananda is an avatar, a man of God. I hope these images pay him homage and inspire!
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