Posts Tagged "life"

First Lesson

First Lesson

Reading at Koloa practice 12/19/2011 Lie back daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead- man’s float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where this tidewater ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe me, when you tire on the long thrash to your island, lie...

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Pray for Peace

Pray for Peace

Reading at Koloa practice 12/15/2011 Pray to whoever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or marble or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under the Bo tree in scorching heat, Yahweh, Allah, raise your arms to Mary that she may lay her palm on our brows, to Shekinhah, Queen of Heaven and Earth, to Inanna in her stripped descent. Hawk or Wolf, or the Great...

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I have learned not to worry about Love…

I have learned not to worry about Love…

In the moment by Linaji Yoga reading Waimea practice 12/10/2011 I have learned not to worry about love but to honor its coming with all my heart. To examine the dark mysteries of the blood with headless heed and swirl, to know the rush of feelings swift and flowing as water. The source appears to be some inexhaustible spring within our twin and triple selves; the new face I turn up to you no one...

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You are an artist

You are an artist

You are an artist---by Paul Reynolds Reading at Koloa practice 12/08/2011 “You are an Artist Your Life is your canvas You paint on it with your experiences Balance proportion and harmony are achieved By the liberal use of Love,Truth,Gratitude and Compassion The primary colors on your palette Your darkest fears trials and tribulations are but the Shadows in your work That only add to...

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I thought to myself…

I thought to myself…

 11/22/2011 I thought to myself: Whats to be has happened; likely my journey nears its end. There seems to be no road ahead, no more work for me. Today, it seems, my provisions for the journey have run out. As my life has become worn out I’ll have to go behind that silent screen in my torn and dirty garb. But today what do I clearly see? The same unending game- the same undercurrent of...

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My House Says To Me…

My House Says To Me…

Yoga Reading at Waimea practice 11/8/2011 My house says to me. “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past” And the road says to me “Come and follow, for I am your future” And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future, If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; And if I go there, is a staying in my going Only Love and Death...

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What have we lost???

What have we lost???

Reading at Koloa and Anara practices 11/03/2011 Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? —T.S Eliot’s poem “The Rock” (1934) (thanks to Anne Adams for...

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Someone asked the Dalai Lama what surprised him most….

Someone asked the Dalai Lama what surprised him most….

“Man. Because he  sacrifices his health in order to make money.  Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if hes is never going to die, and then he dies having never really...

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This Traveling of Which We Speak

This Traveling of Which We Speak

Reading at Anara practice 10/11/2011 (Thank you to Twi Chi for the finding) BEFORE Before… you cling. You cling to hopes and fears and even people without realizing what you’re doing. The Teacher says: “Pull that straw out of their neck! And out of yours while you’re at it! Stop leaking life force. The Age of Vampires is over! Forget  any notion of enemies. Your only...

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Strange is our situation….

Strange is our situation….

Reading at Anara practice 10/03/2011 “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest...

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