Friday, July 14, 2017

to you, guru

The true guru is "one who dispels the darkness of ignorance" by revealing the God(dess) that dwells within all things. To anyone who even for one moment revealed the majesty of their own or another's existence, I bow to you with gratitude and wish you a HAPPY GURU POORNIMA.
May we all be reminded, and may we all remember.
May we all alight with love and awaken to the fact that we all know more than we know.
"What gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them. Pick the brightest star you've ever wished on. I'll show you the light in you that made that wish come true." -Andrea Gibson,"Blue blanket"

bouquets

A mason jar bouquet is usually enough for aching loneliness to recreate itself back to god, or love, or whatever you'd like to call it.
But to be sure, here are a few more.
Flowers grow and so we may distribute them to the dead to bring them back to life, to call them from whatever caves in which they've taken rest, sometimes for years.
Or grow so that we can bring them as blessings to the living, when their heart is celebrating or aching, but we don't know the words so we bring them from where ever things come from and hope their meaning is understood.
These grew for you.
I found them and knew all the colors were meant to show you that you were loved by something breathtaking and unfathomable and essentially a part of you.
I want you to believe in what makes them grow and that it makes you grow the same, and in their beauty and your beauty the same, and that there is no exception. I felt sure I wanted to bring you armfuls. And don't you know ? It took all the earth and sky and sun and mystery of being and courage of loving and trust enough to draw near enough to anything to bring me here, to you, with these. So here, I suppose we made these together, you and I and everything; and I think they turned out beautifully. I think we should be proud. I wanted you to see how lovely you are, and we all can be, together. We are still all together, you know. I guess I just wanted you to know, so I picked these for you.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Shamu the devotee

The hopeful soul, sitting to meditate the hour
with the hope of resolution
is like Shamu the whale venturing out of SeaWorld
expecting that the Ocean will be similarly impressed and responsive to her well preformed trick.
Maybe.
Go, venture out to your untamed oceanic wilderness and sit, lovely lotus girl,
with your beads whitefinger-firm-pressed at heart's height and tongue-drying whispering mantra-mouthed.
Or perhaps you chose to go spiritually commando; certain that you can by force of will,
channel your mind to flow out into nothingness. 
Sit, and wait, and see if the vastness throws treats.
And sometimes, yes,
and sometimes, it's just a trail of blood with no tasty fish to nourish,
and you find that the blood is your own and it is for you to follow to find the source to try to stop it
and all you did, dear lotus child, was everything right, except for that one time in the past when...
and all those one times are waiting like predators in the darkest parts of your oceanic heart-mind to swallow you
back to Wholeness. 

pennies

Most days I am just throwing pennies in a well, some days I'm making wishes, certain in belief that if we all wished on it together it must come true, some days my wish is to believe and so my offering is like a prayer, a rendering and a wide look into an emptiness hoping that it is looking back, and somedays I am just throwing things desperately listening to find out how far it goes and how long before anything would finally reach bottom.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

drunk

Don't take your love watered down when you can take it straight. Don't you know, instead of screaming at walls you could be singing to the stars right now and certain you can feel your lover approaching, from steps away to arrive at the perfect moment to meet you, where you are, just as love-drunk-fully-filled as you, and prepared to dawn with the sun.

Opportunity to grow

Every so often, there comes an opportunity to prove to yourself, merrily by way of continuing on, that you're far more invested in persisting despite the inconvenience of any circumstance or emotional reality. You can take the opportunity or you somehow circumvent the experience of it all and repeat yourself, in cycles of avoidance, ducking and weaving, and lose out on the gift that comes when you face what you thought you could not but you knew you would have to if you were to be the person you had hoped to be. If you choose to take it, Every day that the distance grows between you and your comfort zone will be hard but gradually easier. Keep going. Because you've already been where you've been before, and it hurt worse than this. The best days are ahead. Go. Come, we'll go together.