The Water Rushes On
The water rushes on,
unable to stop;
plummets over the edge.
I watch its insanity.
The Most Beautiful Moment
It was simply
the most beautiful moment
in the history
of everything.
I Fly
I fly,
high above any other animal;
my back, to the sun
(and to no other)
warm on my back.
I have no fear of anything above me,
and so I hunt,
free.
No Backspace Button
Writing, like life,
should have no backspace button.
Forwards! Forwards!
No word;
no action,
taken back.
Fear Is A Cat
To write without self-consciousness;
to speak,
and to walk
without self-consciousness.
To laugh, freely,
as children do.
To live, freely,
as the insane do.
That seems to me to be
a worthy goal.
To not be bound by the limitations
of fear.
All of its trappings,
and unfortunate consequences.
Fear is a magnet,
sending it’s vibrations far and ride,
pulling back to us the things we want to push away.
Returning to us like a cat,
back in the morning from the night’s stalk;
dropping at our door
the dead mouse.
Fear is that cat.
And the dead mouse is the stench
of everything that smells of fear;
everything that has that sour, smelling odor;
everything ugly,
and everything weak,
and everything vulgar
comes from fear.
Blind
We never see our own eyes;
never catch them,
looking.
Blind,
to our own mis-perceiving.
Seek Yourself
Seek not status;
seek not fame;
seek not success;
seek not wealth.
Seek yourself.
Love, Joy, Peace, Bliss
Love is the fruit of the heart.
Joy is the fruit of the voice.
Peace is the fruit of the mind.
Bliss is the fruit of the soul.
Are We There Yet?
Energetic Habits
Energetic habits
dictate so much
when we live unconsciously,
and so little
when we live
consciously.
Fear & Desire- Quote From “The Untethered Soul”
“You will be surprised to find that in most situations, there’s nothing to deal with except for your own fears and desires. Fear and desire make everything seem so complicated. If you don’t have fear or desire about an event, there’s nothing really to deal with. You simply allow life to unfold and interact with it in a natural and rational manner. When the next thing happens, you’re fully present in that moment and simply enjoying the experience of life. There are no problems.”
The Untethered Soul, p.184
by Michael Singer
Build Your Life Beautiful
Build your life beautiful.
Color it bright
and bold.
Imagine, and dare
greatly.
…or die filled with regret.
Whole and Part
Every whole
contains infinite parts.
And yet each part,
contains infinite wholes.
Fear Is The Only Sin
Fear is the only sin.
Fear is closing;
turning away from the Light.
You are a prism;
the basic choice, ever before you,
is whether to darken,
or grow ever more filled with Light.
The Will To Life
The tree branch sprouts buds;
they reach out in so many directions:
timid, but brave.
Each bud wills a twig;
each twig wills a stem;
each stem wills a leaf.
The will, pushing ever onwards,
to more life.
True Strength, True Courage
True strength
is being strong
when one is weakest.
Just as true courage
is being courageous
when one is most afraid.
Happiness
Happiness consists not in ordering your life
just so, and so,
but in expanding the borders
of what it means for you to be happy;
stretching yourself, until all things;
all possible events,
no matter how painful or unpleasant,
can be met with acceptance;
contained within your happiness.
Calculations & Answers
There are many things
Maintain That Openness
Maintain that openness
which never closes;
an openness of mind,
not forever undecided,
but decidedly open;
open to possibility upon possibility upon possibility;
forever open;
wanting only to move into deeper and deeper regions
of possibility;
like the yogi on his mat,
holding a pose,
maintaining a stretch that strengthens;
maintain a pose of the heart,
and of the spirit and its energies;
a state of active passivity,
waiting for the Divine Hand
to weave its pattern
into the fabric of our Life.
Not concluding,
even while observing.
Not separating,
even while distinguishing.
Cultivate, and maintain,
that openness.
The Rolling Ocean
I see the rolling ocean
like a billowing blanket
covering a sleeping child.
Mountain peaks,
lifted. Set down.
I know that part of myself
is out there,
with the rolling sea.
And that some part of it,
is in here, with me.
Every Person Is A Nation
Every person is a nation.
It has its own laws;
its own language,
its own religion,
its own king.
Your nation is not my nation.
Infinite Now
Depart
They will tell you
that it cannot be done that way.
Thank them for their advice
and depart.
A Worse Thing
I fear a terrible thing;
that a time for war approaches:
good men taking up arms
against evil men.
I fear a worse thing;
that a time for war passes;
good men, sitting comfortably by,
letting evil men take all they want.
Two Dancers
One moves when others watch,
draws energy from the crowd.
The other dances alone,
draws energy from the music.
Both are dancers,
but worlds apart.
Delighting In Itself
The swallow speeds
above the water’s surface.
Drizzled curves trail
in the rippled mirror below.
Life,
delighting in itself.
Falling Glacier
White skin,
deep blue wrinkles,
ugly black scars.
It fractures,
plummets,
falling in slow motion:
surreal.
Terrible.
Beautiful.
Be Like Water
Be like water.
Open to cold,
it freezes.
Open to heat,
it boils.
Open to electricity,
it conducts.
Be like water.
Tabula Rasa
A human being is born tabula rasa;
a “blank slate.”
No experience.
No story.
Time passes;
the tablet becomes carved
with writing.
What is carved in stone cannot be erased;
only re-interpreted.
The Man Who Broke His Legs
Two men loved to free-climb mountains.
One day, one of them fell from high up,
breaking both his legs terribly.
His friend, seeing the accident,
swore he would never climb again.
When the injured man’s legs had healed,
he resumed climbing.
– Seeing this, his friend rebuked him:
“What good are is it to risk your legs again, climbing?”
But his friend responded,
“What good are unbroken legs,
if you are too afraid to use them?”
You Can Either
You can either complain
when it rains,
or go outside
and watch the drops
spreading circles
like invisible fingers
dipping in the puddles
and say thank you.
The Unbearable Openness Of Being
Live wide open.
Allow all that happens to pass through you.
Cling to nothing.
Reject nothing.
Just let go.
Company With Icebergs
His boat
rocks in the freezing emerald water.
Fishing pole, still.
Dog, sleeping.
He is quiet as the mountains
that hold him in their frozen palm.
His soul keeps company with icebergs.
The Color Of The Sound
Rhythm
Every story has a plot
that rises and falls like a song.
Your life is a story.
Trust that what is not yet
should not be yet.
Trust that what is now
should be now.
Allow your life its rhythm.
Neither trying to slow,
nor hurry, its melody.
Neither drawing out, nor rushing
its conclusion.
Love the rising crescendos,
but also the fermatas: the silences.
Listening
Patient Pine Tree
The branch is bowed
under the weight of late
spring snow.
Wispy white trails of powder
plummet.
Patient pine tree;
Unresistant. Unyielding.
You know the snow will disappear
in time.
The World Is Alive
The Past, A Tree Branch
Every Tomorrow Becomes A Today
Towards A Waterfall
I am caught in the current of a culture;
moving at its speed,
I sense no pull,
no motion.
But when I am still and silent,
in quiet morning hours,
it’s as if I see the shoreline, wizzing by,
and realize our speed.
I’m afraid that we speed headlong
towards a waterfall,
and even when I swim with all my strength,
there seems to be no escape.
The Most Literal Art
The Man Who Proclaimed From The Rooftops
This. Now. Here.
Sobriety
To lack alcohol in the body
is not enough to live sober.
Every moment I am drunk.
I stumble along patterns of thoughts,
tripping over thing I swore off long ago…
a fool.
No….”sober” thinking is seldom sober.
– One must be aware of one’s own state,
like a drunk who knows he is drunk,
and so is careful with every step.