Month: April 2009

A mission enacting poetic attraction

Art by Elvira Amrhein

Art by Elvira Amrhein

The garden of humility
unfolds the innocence
that brings the arms of safety
to one’s heart, a child of this pouring now
relaxing into the joy
of being
purifying our stance
as the oceans of pain and release
churn with the light ways
of quickening cauldron evolving
mindfulness – the tightrope of conscience
slow and subtle we enact eternity
blazing with the unswept breath of our ancestors
the stars walk in our dreams
the trees pray for the humans
I see
the universe
beyond
the billboards
of the mind
and their
ad
ver
tisements
for the
miser-y
of the little me
boiling in ego’s prison
a bird with numb feathers
sidetracked by others delusions and quicksands of despair

yet in spring time re birth
when one is empowered
by nature
we all receive the invitation to Open
to our own power
for there is abundant autonomous inherent divine
life
-
force

in
every
single
living
being
every manifestation of creation is the song of source
each being is a mythic instrument of vertical and  horizontal
dimensions intersecting
we are life spiraling in concert with the pulse
of cosmic ordered chaos sacred ripening as a festive matrix
be the flower
of your own inner mandala
in the center of the thriving and turning garden of your heart’s being
witness the witnessing
dare to receive
the kiss of mystery and dive
into
the silence
between the sound
beneath the breath
before the thought
beyond the feeling
the dance in motion
erupting and emptying
we are one convergence of
consequence and presence
seeds targeting our own sacred growth
students of time’s passages
the heavens carving the phases of our souls

-written on Red Self-Existing Skywalker Day

A new color revealing itself

festival1Photo by Tatiana Cardeal, The Brazilian Indigenous National Festival

“When we see colors we feel strong
because of the energy that the Sun and Mother Earth gave to us…”

-Tata Don Alejandro, Quiche Maya Grandfather

We are the ones to liberate our shared dream
We are the ones to transmute
The egoic technospheric materialist nightmare
Into a lotus of redemption

We are the ones to protect the Seeds

We are responsible to Earth as Earth
To Universal Intelligence as our Source
To the harmonic wisdom of our guides
Personal and collective
Archetypal illuminations

The pains that manifest physically and emotionally
Are the wounds seeking care and balance
The job of evolving is too big for our small minds

We must jump with sacred abandon
Into the eternal wellsprings of our Being
Aligning with our deepest self
That is the projector and instrument
Of this Quantum Adventure

The only way out is thru
There is no turning back
From the accelerated
Track of purification
We are on

Our task is to be the colors
We need to feel
Admist the greyness of mind
Painting our lives
With celebration of being alive
In this sacred pageantry
Of cosmic forces ~

As Bolivian shaman Chamalu
reminds us:
“Life is a Festival.”

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Bloom

bali-lotus1Always willing to re-open
to bloom
more vulnerable, brighter and closer
to the edge
like a lily painting itself with vivid
strokes of presence
savoring the breath of its petaled limbs

The precious mercy of our Sunstar
to warm and illuminate
this heroic dream
we are housed in
and abide within
is the tenderness
our master serves to us
with much exactitude
and divine fire