Category: meditation

awakening divinity

Lashing wind bends the trees
Stretching them, awakening them
From their long winter rest
I can hear the waves and gusts
Against my window
As the sun peers from behind
Clouds of dawn and energy
There’s no warmth to be had today
As air collides and returns
So chaotically, so without measure-
Letting go I release my heart to the chaos
To the whipping, lashing, beating strength
And power that lies in this spring cleaning
Old detritus, flying with the birds,
Leaves and sticks and branches
All dancing in this symphony of air
In this chaos…. and knocking knocking
Knocking on my window is the rebirth
Of a season, of me… slowly I awaken
Like the trees, deeply rooted and deeply
Ready to birth a new me, new leaves,
Oh! Buds of hope lie just below my branches
As I allow the wind to conquer me,
awakening divinity

Spring

The rising of the sun
Washes away echoes
Of dreams that linger
On the edges of my mind
Waiting, a distant tune just humming,
Beats slow against the back
Of my eyes….
I’m floating in darkness: a void,
A dream, a forgotten smile-
There’s nothing left now,
While I awake to the light of day-
To the dawn, to morning-
Where are the song birds?
The heat, still blasting through the house,
Mutes a melody of renewal that I
Remember yet, yet long to hear….
My heart beats, yearning for spring
For suns return from this long night
Quietly, quietly creeping-
My smile greets the sky

Hope

Hope springs up as a hardy tulip,
Colors of red and yellow and purple,
My vision is lousy with them-
My nose, filled with the scent of hope-
With the vibrations of new life;
And then, sinking low into the brown
Cold earth, down deep into the darkness,
My voice yet grows,
Flowing through the birth and rebirth
Of eternal hope, forever damned
To smell the freshness of what might be,
Lingering upon the soft edges of beauty,
Until the season turn again
To cut down my perennial blooms of thought
And magic… browning their edges with
Summer’s hot sun…

Dreams; silent wisdom

Silent voices, singing ancient tunes-
Far back within the folds of
My memories; I wander within this dream
As a passenger, seeking, noticing, feeling
As the waves of wisdom wash over me
I heed the call from a thousand voices
To be! To simply sit within the quiet peace
Listening so softly to the needs of me
To the depth of my being
To the length of my heart, now beating
Within this moment, seeds are growing
Beneath me, within this beating heart
So green…
I linger here now, floating among the clouds
Of my dreams; to capture the melodies
That slowly drift by me

This swell

Emotion’s swell took me under
Many lifetimes ago-
My body fighting, grasping,
Longing for breath
From the thick roiling waters
Into which I fell…
Ladders of light falling from
My heart, releasing whispers
Of things I’d already known;
Thru this light my eyes followed
Until my body arrived back in
This space and time,
Clinging to the calling of the
Water that drowned my soul-
I’m heading now up the mountain,
My head attached to the moment
As it flows

born

wind carries old wounds
whipping around, enflamed…
worries spark like lightening,
dark clouds smell of shame,
guilt hangs heavy like thunder,
pain, but bound inside the rain…

I sit amidst this tempest
upon a glowing flower in bloom
spilling from my eyes are temples
within my palms, the moon…
dressed upon my chest, my heart,
cradled safety within my womb

upon a cross, i lay my form
in quiet solitude
unmoving, unflinching, all embracing
i dare to non conform
for at the interface of light and dark
my nothingness is born

mountain, solid

A cold breeze is blowing through the doorway to my heart.
Fires that were stirring have all gone out.
Numbly I sit and try to wait out the cold,
alone, not in control,
this universe is teaching me of patience through pain
and solidity- I am a mountain,
words that bind me to the depths of hell,
but where is the heaven to warm these hands and toes?
There’s nothing right now but suffering,
and though I try to fill the holes with love and gratitude,
this uncomfortable longing yet remains.
Must I squash it out?

hidden inside

i found the door within my heart
and opened it…
words, without sound, ushered me
into this light filled space
and into the moment…
oh breath! you take me as a bride
on her wedding day-
your soft embrace, covers me
with a warm salve
assuaging my fears;
and as my body floats forward
a mirror glows, reflecting my soul…
in wonder and in praise i sigh,
for the love within this heart
is but a dim reminder of what remains
hidden inside…

Folds of time

i follow the wings of a butterfly
into the moment-
this future, born from what’s passed,
like soft embers glowing that
only present eyes can grasp…
and this heart! reckoning a thousand lifetimes, sweetly beats into mine,
as memories fall upon my breast;
a thousand hellos, as many goodbyes
we lose not what we keep,
within the immortal folds of time

on meditation

this illusion: so fleeting, so impermanent;
nothing remains when the last breath is drawn-
emotions, false in their knowing, convince
us that there is no end to suffering,
there is no end to lack-
yet, little emotion, flies like the wind
across the valley of soul,
searching for life to feed into, and off of…
as questions arise and fall…

my soul wonders in ecstasy and agony;
and without the bane of either-
i dwell upon the snow driven plain
of this moment
listening to sounds of time roll past
whispering secrets of eternity