Posts Tagged "journey"

Journey Home

Journey Home

Rabindranath Tagore The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune. The traveler...

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A Musing….

A Musing….

Funny isn’t it…. How we’ve chosen To be… Led, shown, guided, taught, illumined, inspired…. While others choose to be…. Shoved, tricked, cajoled, re-routed, mystified, shocked, mocked, De-frocked… For as many paths, There are as many Directions… Up, down, this-a-way, that-a-way, in, out, time-linear, time-none And for as many directions there are as many Dances; We can choose...

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Songs for Home

Songs for Home

Reading at Waimea practice   3/09/2013 And the song rang out ‘midst the silence of the lodge I have sat in the pews of hundreds of churches Praised your name-Praised your name I have greeted Mecca more times than I can remember I have sat in the Zen-do with Buddha And you came you came So many sutras I’ve sung And posed ten thousand asana You were there Before I channeled the...

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TILLICHO LAKE

TILLICHO LAKE

Reading at  Kalaheo practice 1/03/2013 In this high place it is as simple as this, leave everything you know behind. Step toward the cold surface, say the old prayer of rough love and open both arms. Those who come with empty hands will stare into the lake astonished, there, in the cold light reflecting pure snow, the true shape of your own face. — David...

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Layers

Layers

Reading –  Anara Practice 1/2/2013 I have walked though many lives Some of them my own, And I am not who I was, Though some principle of being Abides, from which I struggle not to stray When I look behind, As I am compelled to look Before I can gather strength To proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling Towards the horizon And the slow fires trailing From the abandoned...

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A Meditation and Psychotherapy Story

A Meditation and Psychotherapy Story

Reading at Kalaheo and Anara Practice – 10/01/2012 Two friends met at a cafe one day and began to talk over tea. They told each other of the dissatisfaction in their lives, how life was not what either had expected, how despite their best efforts, they seldom woke up happy in the morning, how they did not want to feel this way for the rest of their lives. One said things were so bad he was...

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No Artist is Pleased

No Artist is Pleased

Reading at Anara practice 9/26/2012 There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost.  The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine How good it is Nor how valuable it is; Nor how...

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The Journey

The Journey

Reading at Waimea  9/1/2012 One day you finally knew what you had to do and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice though the whole house began to tremble and you felt that old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. but you didn’t stop, you knew what you had to do Though the wind pried with its stiff  fingers at the very...

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WOW !

WOW !

Reading at  Anara practice 8/29/2012 Where does the real poetry Come from? From the amorous sighs In this moist dark when making love With form or Spirit. Where does poetry live? In the eye that says, “Wow wee,” In the overpowering felt splendor Every sane mind knows When it realizes-our life dance Is only for a few magic Seconds, From the heart saying, Shouting, “I am so...

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Right This Second

Right This Second

Reading at Waimea practice 8/21/2012 I want to know about now the now beneath my fingertips gone already, once aware of itself only in knowing it was, however briefly now, already left redundant not caring what came next any more than what passed, now, not caring whether moments exist when they disappear as footsteps erased by concrete now, no forward, no back, was but a motion carried by the...

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