Just Here
Just here… it’s a quiet day
Blue sky, touching clouded gray
Now, forward and away
Just here in the rhythmic sway
So clear on this spacious day
Music comes and so I play
Now, forward and away
In this place, I feel the space
In this zone, I’m lost… I’m found
And not alone
Still here as the seasons fly
So clear in a red tail sky
Hawk circles in my eyes
In this place, I feel the space
In this time, communion is alive
In this place, I feel the space
In this zone, I’m not alone
In this place, I feel the grace
In this time, alive
Life’s living waters flow on
And echo in my mind-song
This gentle stream carves liquid light
Through the meadow of my heart
Just here…it’s a perfect day
Blue eyes with a touch of gray
In this place, I feel the grace
In this time, alive
Communion is alive
Hawk
I saw her in the distance
She certainly saw me
The sunset was behind me
She flew low above the trees
She turned in my direction
My height above the ground
With gliding speed toward me
She didn’t make a sound
She got my attention
She had my attention
I stood there as if frozen
Amazed and paralyzed
And then she was upon me
As I gazed into her eyes
With sudden graceful movement
She swerved and passed me by
The breeze of wings blew through me
I turned to see her fly
She veered back o’er the road now
‘Til lost in sunset sky
I live in her remembrance
And on her wings I fly
She got my attention
The Messenger is here
The message is becoming
Let the message be clear
I am Hawk Brother
Let the message be clear
The message is here
Paradise
The storm clouds are returning
Erratic wind crescendos and diminishes
As drops of rain appear upon these pages
I sit upon this fallen log
Expansive canyon view and distant barn
So many sounds are merging
In the silence of this space
All is well here, at the eye of the storm
All is well here, I return to my home
A howling wind, as the world spins wild
The wood stove burns warm, and
The soup simmers fragrant
Amidst the echoes of madness
I still walk in paradise
All is well here, at the eye of the storm
Living Consciously
Living consciously, see the beauty all around
Be a loving presence as you listen to the sound
The story of the present has already come and gone
Live the vision of becoming the desire of the heart
Pay attention now
Through the joy and through the sorrow
Be a loving presence
With no worry for tomorrow
The future takes care of itself
On the wave that is the ocean
Catch a ride that is your zone
With a focus on the shoreline
Know the wave will take you home
We are home
Evangeline Rose
And so you are here
Thanks for seeing through your journey of gestation
Now your earthly journey has begun
Your eyes, already open, reflect innate discernment
This discernment will be your greatest resource
May you be joyfully in this world, but not of it,
recognizing that true happiness is an inside job
May you always hear with clarity, the voice of your intuition,
amidst the static of the opinions of others
May you always know that the love you bring,
to yourself, and then to others is the only lasting fulfillment
This world is a roller coaster: up and down, all around,
without ever going anywhere
This life is forever, and it’s not for long
Through it all, may your heart rest in the lullaby of Spirit,
an eternal and indelible love song…
Just for you
Blink
Subatomic particles, blinking in and out of existence
They’re here, they’re gone, and then they return
Is the disappearance only in our seeing, and are we any different?
We’re here, we’re gone, and likely back again
Life is forever and it’s not for long
The moment eternity, it comes and goes
For a timeless dancer
There is a stillness in the movement
A breathless inhalation
Life simply is, life always is
We make stories to interpret this space-time ride
Translations of vibration to appease the mind
Is the disappearance a becoming
Where emptiness is overflowing
The satisfaction of simplicity
Life simply is, life always is
Life simply is, we are life
We are forever and we’re not for long
We are eternal, we come and go
Life is forever, and it’s not for long
The moment eternity, and it comes and goes
The Question
The question is:
Am I the life or am I the story?
The story comes and goes, life just is
Life is immediate, not remembered, not anticipated
Those are the stories, life is now
The stories are seductive, relentlessly compelling
And all they are is distance from direct experience
And even this, my little notebook, is a story
Maybe closer to the stone drop, but still a ripple
So the answer is:
I am the life, I am the story
I am the stone drop, I am the ripple
I am forever, I’m not for long
I will enjoy it while I can, endure it when I have to
I’ll leave it when I do, on and on…
“And even this, my little notebook, is a story
Maybe closer to the stone drop, but still a ripple”
Butterfly
Butterfly flutter by….
I am blessed! Let the magic begin
First day of spring
Make me wanna sing
Light misty rain
I walk the road again
Butterfly flutter by…
I am blessed! The magic is here
Hawk overhead
Joy in the air
Feeling the presence
Around me everywhere
I walk in the painting
I pass through the canvas
See the vibration
Feel the attraction
There’s a warm gentle rain
I just gotta sing
Feeling the presence
Everywhere and everything
Butterfly flutter by… I am blessed!
My Favorite Stream
My favorite stream has been reborn this morning
First time in many months I’ve seen her flow
So sweetly now, she’s carving through the meadow
And disappearing through the trees below
Just up the road, Sanctuary Creek is fully gushing
Her gentle roar is music to my ears
The lifeblood of our land is now renewing
As it always has across these many years
Continue up the road, a hillside runoff
So joyfully is springing back to life
At the turn into the climb, the tiny waterfall
Feeds the culvert, then passing out of sight
Rolling into a pond that was built by an old acquaintance
Not so very long ago
This is a magic place, where running water renews her graceful presence
The lifeblood of our land is now renewing
As it always has, across these many years
The Invitation
Listening is not just sound
Listening is receiving
Allowing the insight to fill me, become me, expand me
Discerning the bandwidth of trust
In that place of assurance
Dynamic surrender, attentive awareness
Knowing the message is coming
The invitation is to enter that inner sanctuary
Where you hear the voice that is always with you
Where you know the voice that is truly your own
By any name, or by the wind
That inner temple, where self connects with Self
Conscious life is a pilgrimage
Connected life is joy
I walk conscious in the moment
I see beauty all around me
The future takes care of itself
4th Ashrama
4th Ashrama… feels familiar
The sadhu in his later years
Leaves the world and retreats into the forest
Close enough
I leave the world and turn inward
In my Rainbowland oasis
Our work this time of year is quite demanding
The calm relentless focus it requires can be grounding
As the moments, are the hours, are the seasons
And the light and shadow seasons still walk with me
Out on Rice’s Crossing Road
4th Ashrama… feels of satisfaction and contentment
Whatever it might mean to any other
It lends a lovely title to a resonance in me
This place and time
Each day, I wake… I work… I walk…
I weave a life I love with steady breathing
One breath-stitch at a time
Connecting moments in a tapestry of beauty
Then releasing like a mandala
Created from the colored sands of time
4th Ashrama… feels of satisfaction and contentment
4th Ashrama… feels familiar
The bus is coming to a moment just like this one
Momentum
My freedom is the window, through which I choose to see
The universe, receiving, responds accordingly
And so begins the movement, the thought becomes the life
Am I choosing or reacting?
Either way I choose, and my choices are
Beginnings of Momentum
Do I step in the direction of the life I want to live?
Or am I seduced to madness from the stories I most fear?
Either way I choose, and my choices are
The building of Momentum
Do I lean into the life I want, or do I resist the life I fear?
Will I make my choices consciously or be a leaf upon the wind?
Either way I choose, and my choices are
The building, the rolling, unstoppable!
Find the place of centered satisfaction
Where beginnings of momentum surely start
Find the light of my direction in the center of my heart
Sunshine
I’m ready for sunshine
I’m ready to feel those healing rays
I’m ready for heat now
I’m ready for the long hot summer daze
Loving the lupines
Dotting the hillside brilliant green
Loving the cold wind
Moving the clouds across the scene
I feel it changing
The light darts in and the light darts out
And now it’s emerging
As it warms the parting clouds
I’m ready for bright light
And for the respite of the shade
I’m ready for summer
And walks in the river, once again
I feel it coming
The grass is tall, the flowers are bright
The clouds are receding
The cool and a warming coincide
Go inside
The Muse and the Invisible Man
It’s so easy to confuse, and then misunderstand
Interactions in the world, with my fellow humans
Been giving up the game, still know it has a place
Contemplation in withdrawal, expansion in exchange
When a song connects the Muse and this invisible man
It’s a spark to light the fuse, and I remember who I am
We rarely understand each other
We barely understand ourselves
Still a deeper understanding is within us
A compassion undiminished by the stories we tell
Is the friction of exchange, in a world of estrangement
Essential to the spark of the creative connection?
Still, to be invisible to the world
And full communion with the Muse
Is the equation most alluring to one as me
When a song connects the Muse and this invisible man
It’s a spark to light the fuse, and I remember who I am
Mom’s Email
Mom sent me an email
Your birthday is coming… what is your heart’s desire?
I pondered for a moment… then I thought
I want for nothing
Just more and more of this perfect life I’m living
I walk the upper landing, as I write
My sudden presence greets a flock of turkeys
Who squawk, then trot, then lift into the air
And fly away
To see a turkey fly is a four-leaf clover
To see a rafter of turkeys fly…
That’s a pot of gold
Truly, I want for nothing
Just more and more of this perfect life I’m living
Back here up on the landing, it’s been a burn pile day
I am elated and I’m exhausted, before the next of many rains
Seated on a moss-covered rock, both cats are by my side
The silence has a ring to it, bird shadows passing by
A pipe load and a beer, the sweat becomes a chill
More of this perfect life… there is no getting fill
The abundance of enough
The satisfaction of simplicity
Forever
Recognize forever in the fleeting
While knowing
There is no fleeting in forever
Ever
Forever in all directions
The Bus Stop
My dreams are coming true here, a true becoming dream
Still, my ride will be arriving to a moment just like this one
Whatever brought me to this place will take me back again
There is nothing to prepare for and moments to enjoy
The Bus Stop is a meadow, with a cottage and a rainbow
The Bus Stop is a heaven, of my own reflection
I revel in the heaven and celebrate becoming
The present is forever, ever changing now
The bus blinks in and out, arriving and departing
The bus is always present
When it’s gone, it’s only somewhere else’s here
The Bus Stop is a meadow, with a cottage and a rainbow
The Bus Stop is a heaven, of my own reflection
Blue Sky (adaptation of a Yogananda chant)
Oh blue sky under blue cover
Have you hidden my eternal Self
Oh blue sky with your blue cover
Are you hiding my beloved Self
Open your cover, let me discover
Pull back your cover, that I might discover
My higher Self in the heaven’s heaven
My deeper Self in the heart of hearts
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