In Aryaloka’s sacred forest space,
The presence of the Stupa and Shrine
Change the energy of the landscape.
Trees and stones become softer and energized,
They feel our reverence and respond in kind.
Tag: peace
The Love and Stillness of Forever
Our destiny is love,
In its form of being and nonbeing.
It flows from the source,
From the beginnings of timelessness.
From the place of no time or deception as time is limiting and
Deception is the extinguisher of love.
Loves lies around the edges of our worldly existence,
Waiting for its chance, for an opening to flow in.
It is patient and forgiving but is not to
Be taken for a fool.
Love cries with agony watching our abuse of and unkindness towards each other
But it will never walk away or give up on us.
It sees and is the stillness in me and
Recognizes itself in you and all beings and nonbeings.
There is a lack of labeling in love, no separateness of one from the other.
It does not merely exist in some abstract form as it has no form and is alive in the stillness of all things.
Love seeps into existence in fragrant vapors of stillness and
Frames the portal to eternity.
Isness and non-duality are the very essence of love, the connection of being and nonbeing,
The beginning and the end, the beginingless and endless formlessness of all form.
Love is the essential formlessness of me and you and
The non-separate nature of us all.
So forget my name but remember when you and I were the formless within each other.
And when you again feel that deep stillness and
Have found your remembered place in me,
Come and we will reside there together
In the love and stillness of forever.
Summer Solstice/Full Moon 6-20-16
Longest day and shortest time of darkness. Magic in the moon light and peace in the secret of its knowing.
A secret to share with everyone but for now, only known by those among us of like mind, of those awake enough to behold the truth because it is a truth without words, a knowing in the soul, a connection to all there is but with no attachments.
A trust in the cycles of life, the rhythm of nature, the dependability of the cycles that Divine Mother brings. She has laid in waiting, has been patient with our neglect but now it is her time, a time of new awareness, a time of a rebirth of the mother knowledge, a time to rejoice in her beauty and truth.
In this day of less darkness, let us see the meaning in the seasons, let us feel the vibration of Mother’s truth, let us believe in her promise in the light of the moon that she will never leave us in darkness and let us honor her in our hearts and share her love and truth with one another to become for all time sisters/brothers and lovers of the beauty of her truth and of the right of all beings to exist in the bliss of the conscious life.
Let us make a vow, a promise to her this evening of shortened darkness, to be her children and partners in the process of waking the unconscious to an appreciation of Mother and of each other and to make this world the place she has always dreamed of.
Join me in drying her tears with our hearts in honor of all she unselfishly and joyfully gives of herself. The blessing of day light and moon shine, of love, death and rebirth, a never ending cycle, dependable in its truth and continuance, a chain never broken, a perpetual loop of manifestation of the unmanifested through and because of our consciousness.
With Mother to guide us and hold us in her heart of compassion, we cannot fail and can assist her in bringing forth a new earth, one of compassion, truth, beauty and peace for all beings and all time. This is the promises in the moonlight and star shine of this magical evening.
Please Join me in silent meditation and feel the message of the bells and gong as we offer our gifts of the sweetness of life to our sister the river and our mother the earth, a taste of the fruits river’s gift of water brings us and a tribute and thanks to our Divine Mother for the beauty and flavor she adds to our lives.
A Valuable Part of Two
The heat of a summer day softens and slips silently
Into evening twilight.
The shifting shadows and cooling breezes of evening chill my being and
Bring an acute awareness of sorrow and emptiness to my state of mind.
This subtle, soft twilight is lonely and empty now
But was beautiful at other times and under other circumstances in my life.
Twilight holds tenderness and acceptance of love in times of loving but
When love is missing or withheld, twilight is punishing in its loneliness.
A solitary stroll through the garden is a waste;
There is no joy in relaxing in the rocking hammock alone.
Light sadly leaves the landscape and drains the world of color
Just as this lost love drains my soul and heart of color.
The trees along the edge of the clearing blend into a fortress wall,
Locking me out in my loneliness.
Fireflies blink on and off but evade my eyes behind the fortress of trees
and the stark cold moon light accentuates my solitude by throwing only one shadow behind me.
In better times, when I was not alone, the deepiening twilight was a magical time,
Full of love and acceptance.
We walked the garden paths together, basking in the glow of the moon
And soaking in the softness of star-shine.
Our shadows moved willingly behind us, hand in hand,
And fireflies lit our way home.
I want to go back to that time, back to being a valuable part of two,
Back to the times of softened days that faded into loving nights of passion and acceptance.
I need you take me back there, please…
The City Sleeps
Its passageway’s are dark and deep
The city sleeps.
Traffic stops in the late night hours
Leaving the tunnels and passageways empty and echoing.
The statues that adorn the bridges and street corners stand in silence,
Their presence as forgotten as the craftsman who carved them.
Does anyone ever see them?
Does anyone ever care?
Buildings sit inches away from each other,
Built to use every bit of space,
None is wasted
None is.
They build closer and closer
Taller and taller until the sky is blocked out leaving no reminders of what is real.
The bus I ride from the airport to South Station navigates the empty streets, turning and sliding past the emotionless statues, the empty tunnels,
Past the tunnel doors that lead to nowhere and follows the
Streets and turns made just wide enough to fit through, does someone actually plan these places?
Or do they grow by themselves, out of each other
In layers and layers of cement and iron bars.
I feel the need to be silent in the dark empty city night.
The bus interior is dark except for my reading light
A tiny light illuminating
Just what is below it – me and my pen and paper.
Am I the only one who is really here
The only on paying attention …
All else fades to darkness in the back of the bus
The end of the tunnel, the dark and abandoned South Station.
It is an odd sensation thinking of the millions who lay sleeping all around me. As wildlife sleep at night, hidden out of sight in the forest.
The city draws the millions to it, holds them here, caught in the rush and sorrow of a life of illusion, but too busy to notice.
It is only in the dark of early morning that
The beauty and truth of this place is revealed.
Minus the noise, crowds, exhaust fumes and indifference,
The city glows with a knowing internal presence.
I feel its sadness like the bridge and
Street corner statues feel it.
They and I recognize each other as the neglected and forgotten ones.
Only alive when noticed but only noticed by each other
And only when the city sleeps.
MC 5-20-16
“I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah”
Leonard Cohen
Rain
The sound of rain takes me to a place of inner peace as the
Rain falls in sheets and slides down the roof over its edge in a curtain of water.
Tree leaves dance with the weight of the rain and
Flowers wash their faces in its freshness.
The sky is lower on rainy days and
Holds us close and grounded.
Sounds are muted and muffled and
Light is defused in grayness.
But it is not a sad and depressing grayness,
But a soothing and peaceful shade
Full of the necessity of sorrow.
A rainy day is soft and dark. It begs us to stop, rest and be mindful of our surrounds and loves.
It reminds us to take the time to be lulled by the patter of rain on the windows
Into a place of inner stillness,
And there remain, content to just be and accept what is.
Freedom?
In 4.5 months I will retire, it is a time to keep and mark.
The days numbered waiting for freedom but really, will it be such a change?
Now has its own freedom and always has and
I have the freedom to be here now.
The now holds nothing but is everything.
This space, this elegant space is here with me now. Always is and always has been.
But in 4.5 months I will breathe a sigh of relief anyway as my perceived waiting for time will have ended and time will fill my time and I its.
It is telling me to put away the other stuff and come and be part of it with my whole self. It is not something I will do for the I of the surface but for the I of my true being.
I need to be able to participate fully in the now, in the glory of being, with all of my being.
Will it be easier in 4.5 months? I don’t know.
Probably not, unless I chose it to be. Waiting for things never makes them so.
For everything happens in the now, there is no past to look back on, no future to look ahead to
It is always only now… So I guess I should stop waiting for the time to pass, it doesn’t,
There is but One moment fading into now, into now, into now…
The Glory of Love
Don’t stop letting the ordinary
Amaze you.
Savor the taste of an apple.
Drink in the sound and sight of a waterfall.
Marvel at the cycle of the seasons and
Rest in their dependability.
Look for confirmation of the miracle of life in
Each and every second of being.
Become one with all that is sacred and holy and
Be astounded at the face of a flower, a new born baby, a summer thunderstorm.
Feel the positive energy and vibration of the universe
That holds you in its arms.
And sleep in the peace of knowing
That morning will always follow the darkness of night.
Enjoy this life you have been blessed with.
To suffer is your choice and yours alone to make.
Move away from the negative.
Reject the downward pull of the unknowing and let your positive light shine.
Share in the bounty of life and choose your own path.
No one can make these choices for you.
Add your positive energy to the world wide awakening,
bask in the glory of love,
And the ordinary will never cease to amaze you.
Illusion
Light, moving at a speed certain, or at all, is an odd concept. It travels into what and from where?
What is in front of it and what is behind? Does it leave a trail or just disappear as it goes?
When I see a star, I see it as it was light-years ago,
A fact that adds to the illusion of everything.
We, you and me, are so close our light reflection is instant, but what if it wasn’t?
What if it slowed down? What if it took more time for my eyes to see yours?
If sound traveled faster than light, then I would hear you
Before I saw you, before I saw the look in your eyes, and maybe the meaning of your words.
Light moves at a constant speed but can be bent by the pull of gravity.
Is my gravity enough to pull your light off course, to lure you in, to change your path?
If light slowed down would you feel my touch before you saw my hand? And if so, would it matter?
Maybe God travels faster than light, maybe that is why we feel his presence and touch long, long before we can see him, maybe it’s all just a matter of spacetime and not our lack after all.
And at what speed do thoughts travel?
They possess no mass so can they travel faster than light? Can you feel my thoughts before
You see the look in my eyes?
I can feel your touch before I see you. I can smell the scent of your skin before I touch you. Thoughts form my reality of you before you walk in the door.
Your soul-thought and touch travel faster than either light or sound into my heart where they remain even after you have left me behind.
The space we occupy for this human existence is basically an illusion.
A beautiful, magnificent illusion, dependent more on our thoughts and feelings than on the laws of matter and space.
An illusion of God’s making with our permission and participation. I believe that light and love at their very core travel at the same speed, they travel
From my heart to yours and everywhere and everyone in-between – instantly. A concentric circle of waves, emanating from the One, fanning out to the ends of time, through and around us all. A time for all time, a time of love and light for all eternity.
Our place in this physical universe is in a perpetual state of flux and illusion,
But the love and peace, light and grace we feel in the arms of God that underlies all of creation
Are not.
Just Now
The past and future are thoughts, just thoughts
All of them just thoughts.
They are not my reality
Maybe they were based on reality in the beginning
But they are not it.
Now is it.
Now is his eyes,
Now is his hands, his smile.
Now is all there is
There are no thoughts to debate
No thoughts to mar this reality
No shoulds or shouldn’ts
Just him and me are all that exist,
Just now.
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