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Showing posts from June, 2008

Out with the old, in with the Now

...a blog sprinkled with pretty (pretty #1) whatever thoughts you entertain momentarily (or continually) are the filter through which you perceive and experience your moments. in any given moment, whatever thoughts you're giving your attention to, not only define what and how you experience that immediate moment, but they also define and construct the "me" that's experiencing that moment. an insecure "i" is as much a thought form as a confident "i". the persona that arises in any given moment, the thinking, feeling "me" and everything that follows it, is a total construction of thought - a mental image formed of memory. when you look past the thought filter, when you don't merge your attention with the thoughts that appear, it's almost like perception flat-lines and there's nothing happening. peace. rest. clarity. unity. timelessness. this is what's prior to the movement of thought. it is only when thoughts are f

to be my Fathers daughter...

The more I ask, the more I receive. And the more I receive the more I long to be just like the giver of all things in this life. This is such a great life. It’s a life of dreams coming true. It’s a life of receiving and experiencing your hearts deepest longing’s. It's a life of fulfillment in every moment when you're open and allowing. (Dhira Lawrence - Opening) Being an offspring of pure love, how can one not aspire to reflect the Love of That which creates all things? I am overwhelmed by the unconditional love and total trust I receive from this life, from this invisible power. My heart literally aches with gratitude. My eyes well-up as I’m overwhelmed by all that I receive in so many forms. I'm receiving more than I've ever dreamed of from an unseen power I can only call Love. A whisper of a thought arises, some insignificant question is posed, and the answer comes, rushing to meet my inquiry. There is no question too small or request to insignificant in

on behalf of your hair...

i get the luxury of walking down the appropriately named "roseview" avenue on the regular. there aren't many roses in view, but there are plenty beauties that make me feel quite rosy. japanese lilac trees and a path sprinkled with daisies under an overcast sky set the scene for my contemplating this law of growth i see all around me... how did we, who are made of the same elements as everything else here, come to believe that we were separate from this life, its workings, and all that she brings into being? it's perplexing that this belief continues on... in conventional thinking, not only do we separate ourselves from the whole functioning of life, but we also separate the unfolding of our experiences, our days and our nights, from the precise workings of this fascinating world. everything in this design seems to conform to some law. there is a readily observable science and an art to how things come to pass, and this is elegantly demonstrated for us in the laws o

did you get my message?

i wanna samba with you one sweetness sent me this video to get me in the festive mood. we'll put on your short shorts, learn the moves, and do the dance in whatever place you choose...together k

i'll softly answer it here...

it's me :) the open secret is the one placed right in front of you. a truth hidden in plain sight, is a truth many eyes overlook and so miss. and this is why it's that best kept yet openly displayed secret. it's there for you to see it in your own time, and in your own way. when you're ready. when you're looking for an answer...there it sits spelled out in colorful letters, or in the name given to the object, or in the words coming through your friends, or in the headline of some cleverly laid out blog, or in the song you can't stop listening to, or in the name you were given at your apparent birth, or in a sign you drive by every day, or etched in the art of brilliant men, or scripted in the plays of poetic writers, or hidden as the essence of ancient words...the truth, whatever form of it you seek, the answer to whatever question you're asking, is everywhere. and this truth meant for you to take in, it isn't just "out there" - it's li

something about roosters?

first thing i'd say to you is baby...

"We'll find a short-waved frequency the wave connecting you and me Hello I love you. " - roger waters this is you, tuning into me, tuning into my forever portrait of perfection...a love i aspire to reflect...a gentle breeze of warmth and of tenderness... if i were capable of expressing in words, all that comes to be stirred, i would write You a thousand letters. i would whisper the words into every ear. i would speak them to all living things. i'd tell the birds by day and i'd spill to the brightest stars by night. and as all these wonders listen, i would ask them all to tell you of the kind of love i wish to share with you, the kind of love i dream for you. i would let my lips run on until the message got through. to love you like you deserve, to warm you like you warm my earth...i only dream to reflect...all the wonder you're worth. this is my timeless truth. if i'm here for anything, it's this. i'm here to love you with and throu

just 'cause

and i can hear your thoughts from here and i can feel your heart from here so stare just a little longer and sigh just a little louder i can hear you i can feel you i'm sitting here softly whispering... that it's you it's always been you this is our place this is our dance and my words want to always come and say... it's you who i love ~ [insert beautiful fragrant lilies here along with a hug and kisses from me] these are words waiting to come and find you...they've been trying to squeeze themselves out all morning long, but i'm half distracted and half enchanted by a love story the gods are trying to sing for me. i can't make out all the notes, but all that i've come to now hear fills my eyes with joyful tears. it's a wonderful story, it's a beautiful song.

you fascinate me

(cute wonder # 1) getting back to the wonder...and the cuteness...and the giggles ~ # fluids come together and observing, thinking, feeling happens # trillions of cells come together, and experiencing this universe happens # chemicals interact, and the sense of existing as an individual arises # tiny particles vibrate and collide and this whole dance becomes possible... this design fascinates me. like right now for instance, this very instant, there is a lot of registering vibration, electrical firing, cellular communication, and all sorts of imperceivable processes taking place in all sorts of ways just so this blog can be composed on the one end, and read and interpreted on the other end. if even for an instant you stop and think about what processes are taking place for this immediate experiencing to be had, getting lost in the mental projection of some big picture ceases. sometimes in conversation, these thoughts arise, and i have to hold back the giggles. i'll look at the


in love with a sweet heart cinnamon hearts sprinkled in the yard only i know what the gods sweetly hint at life is sweet when it is you dreaming of it

Immortal Love of the Divine

(Picture: Radha  Krishna) do not despair most gentle Heart that great Love is nearer than the breath you draw and more intimate than the skin you wear do not twist over your dreams for your Love is nearer than even they it is only thought that creates distance for it is only thought that appears to divide recede back into the stillness and keep your peace in endless bloom for only Here can you merge with the core of all that you adore

in due time

yesterdays words are today's memories, while today's feelings tell me, my home is on the pillow next to yours. and no where else. i wanna go home. i'm tired. the lines repeat in so many ways. the words change but the message is always the same. and instead of putting out a flurry of more words to add to the mix, i thought i'd just say... contemplate this: "Time and space are modes by which we think, and not a condition in which we live." - Einstein (my neighborhood...i can't complain)

this Love within

(artwork: Leo Plaw) to look outward for love is to want the love born of a split mind such is a tide of changing emotions one day it exalts you and the next withdraws its affections turn your eyes to the Light within this inner ocean of Love is unconditional it is unchanging this is the sole source of security this is the measure of your worth look within to the Self of all always to This you must turn feel the purity of the limitless Love yours by nature then it will not matter what appears else where for Here you bathe everlastingly in the Ignited Love of life itself

Make It Yours

(picture: Robin Urton - Conversation) what is it about us that has us looking to one another for validation and reassurance in our seeing? is this insecurity also? i mean, i notice that when ever we find something that works for us, we go trying to feed it to the people in our environment as though our experience depended upon it. either that or we go asking one another "hey, this is what i experienced, is this the truth, is this how i should have experienced it?" does your truth remain your truth only when there are other's agreeing with you? do you really need someone else to take a bite of the cake you're enjoying to really believe that it tastes great? it's fantastic when those of like-intentions gather together but your reality is your reality and you don't need anyone to agree with you to make it true, and to make it yours. you generate the scene and you generate the meaning and you live out the experience. you are always directly connected to the hea

my gynormous mirror

in every moment, i am the consequence of my own participation. whatever state of mind i hold and dish out in a given moment, is what comes ricocheting back to me in this reality. i have a handy mirror called the universe that is constantly showing to me what i am emanating. when i go to someone with a closed mind of how i think they ought to behave, how i think they ought to express their truth or even what their truth should be, and what they should do to change the way they're behaving right now, i get someone coming to me with the same close-minded gift. it is only a closed-mind that says "hey, by seeing this way, you're not being you right now." to fill your mouth up with assumptions and messily go and bias-ly spill all over someone's momentary vision is one of the ways we slap one another. what a gift to be able to uncover your own passing state of close-minded-ness. it is a closed mind that says "hey how you're seeing right now isn't how yo

what True Love sees

(cat mcadams) what is more absurd than a King who stands in front of a mirror expecting to see the face of a beggar? what is more absurd than Love looking in the mirror and expecting to see something other than itself? what is more absurd than Wholeness looking for a reflection of imperfection? why does an insane mind carry on as though it was making any sense? true love cannot and does not join you in your delusions of otherness, of lack, and limitation. should i fall prey to blindness, please do not join me. rest assured that whatever lack i perceive is a figment of my own imagination, a construction of my own constricted mind. what are we here to offer one another? how are we to come to one another here? how do we extend our hand to one another? shall we meet in delusion or in clarity? stories of some past, of some identity or personality, and the imagination of otherness, is for those who still sleep to the Self that is in all and through all. manage your vision and i shall ma

hangin loose

“shaka, brah!” you know if it wasn’t for the reminders available to us, we’d probably sit around fondling the imaginary past like little kids with slithering creatures in their hands. we play and replay, tell and re-tell, the story of an event that is no more until we’ve choked all the air out of ourselves over it. if there is anything that leaks your energy, that drains your light, it is your insistence that time is real. i love asking myself…where was i before this moment right here and right now? i’m breathing here. i’m feeling now. i’m thinking here. i'm creating now. all of my activities are arising in my present moment. always and all ways in this present moment. How refreshing that THIS is all that there is. and THIS is light and loose. climb out of time and into this fresh new instant that greets you with a clean slate. this immediate instant is always a fresh starting point. the only residue of a past that is here is the one you’re making up and clinging to

releasing resistance

what is it in us, that of all the wonders placed before us, of all the majesty of this life that readily comes to delight us, we hone in on some tiny spec of dirt and focus upon it and feed it with the power of our sacred attention? why do we twist for negativity? when there is so much to feel blessed about, to joyously soar on high about, to celebrate, how do we come to throw ourselves into the fire of a vision of separateness, of insecurity? if there are any projections you must release in the moment, you will know. you will feel the dis-ease in yourself. you feel discomfort and constriction only when you are pinching off the flow of peace in your system. this stirring of discomfort, this indication, is the chance for you to ask yourself...what am i seeing right now? and should there be the slightest of constriction in you, you can hold the intention to release whatever mental projection you've cast. you can look in and say... "I now recognize that whatever and whoever

Breath of Love

(Artwork: "Joy Riders" by Rassoulli) this dream will celebrate your fear and readily cheer for your resistance it is your work to rise above the malice of ignorance expand into Love with your every breath and be unwavering in your stance do not move about this dream like a drunkard who cannot use his feet stand firm and hold your vision be true to the Love story you dream this is the way of the Dreamer this is the way of the Lover and you are the Beloved

being Peace

(Om Shanti) in this life, you're only responsible for where you are and how you yourself see in this reality. you're only responsible for the energy you bring to the table. when ever this idea is presented in conversations, there's this "what about the world" or "what about those people over there" standpoint that comes. but as neville eloquently put it, "leave the mirror and change your face. leave the world alone and change your conceptions of yourself." it's the same thing jesus said in that "first remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck that is in your brother's eye." clarify your own vision, your conceptions, of yourself before you go asserting what's wrong with other people and the world. there are many other's who've expressed this wisdom and continue to do so, and in my view, it is an essential standpoint to examine. if you see something awry, it's not

the Divine playground

this three dimensional playground utterly fascinates me in so many ways. i’m rather fond of those Indian teachers who went around saying everything is illusion and unreal, right before they conjured up a rose out of thin air, levitated, or walked on water. i love them all, especially for the reason that they too are all imaginary, the hologram projections, programmed illusions, or hallucinations of a dream-world made of "nothing." it’s a wild world. fact and fiction are a funny debate to me. that everything my mind conceives, including identity, is just a play of invisible ideas i play with is a trip. the facts and the fictions of this experience are only ever conceived by our own mind, only we’ve trained ourselves into making the non-existent distinction. sometimes i’m factual and other times i’m fictional. and other times i’m a mixed bag of both. if you think everything is real, then it is. if you think everything is fiction, then it is. if you think it's both, the

in Love, on Oneness

now i see clearly how relationships are the juicy meal we all like to feast on. i get it. it's fun to talk about the boys and girls in our lives. it's fun to oh and ah and wow and ew over our social tap-dancing. i see how it's weirdly important to define ourselves as someone's so and so, someone's significant partner, lover, ex something or other. yet ironically for me, it's when the best partner in the world came into my life that talking about love and loving on that level lost all of it's appeal. it ceased being interesting. i can rarely offer it as a conversational piece and only do so if it will be my platform to talk about surrendering to the truest of all relationships. what is the truest of all relationships? your relationship to your Self. we've defined love so erroneously. conventional definition of love takes the divinity of that higher essence, that higher energy, and tries throw it in the mud. what we call love in the ordinary sense is fes

eggplants and turnip

labels are a funny thing. you would think with the way we attach to them, offer them, and give them so much authority, that it was labels that made this world go round. for all it's worth, labels only have that power because we give it to them. in and of themselves, they are only letters we assemble together. they are nothing more than sounds we make like all the other creatures in the Gardener's yard. she asked me if i was a disciple of one of the teacher's whose teaching i love to share. and i answered "i am a disciple of Life rather than any one particular expression of it." we are not masters and followers, teachers and students, fathers, and girlfriends. these are roles that belong to a dream of separation. attachment to roles is attachment to delusions. just like you take your shoes or clothes off before you go to sleep, you leave all these seemingly precious roles behind when you enter the dreamless state. here you are no one, thinking of no one. here in