The Gift..

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Red rose
White rose
Yellow rose

Of passion and sensuality
Of purity and clarity
Of friendship and warmth

At first they bud
Then they bloom
Slowly the petals cascade on down..

Even when dried and wrinkled
Fragrant of character they still are
So What’s to reflect and enjoy continues to be ever present…

My, What lessons to learn!
What insights to behold!
What awe to witness!

So next time when gifting the rose
Know I shall be returned
Not only to the smile of gratitude,
But also the circle of life
Where true essence never dies…

Pot of Gold

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In the most fragile of vessels
Made of the most prolific compounds
Constructed of ingenious design
Desired by its inhabitant until the day of demise…
Is Gold!

This vessel is your immediate location
Outer shell pierce-able by as little as a pin prick
Yet strong enough it withstands all the woes of its lifespan…

This vessel is your means of transportation
Yet no wheels, no wings
And without motion takes you around the globe and back in seconds…

So much is possible in this vessel
So much is attributed to this ‘pot’
Yet comes a time when it will not glow
It will not wonder
It will not move…

Why?
Because without the ‘Gold’
The pot is empty
The pot decays
The pot is dirt!

Amidst the work of the Gold
All attention is paid to the pot
The pot is acknowledged
The pot is revered
The Gold is unknown….
For many the search for Gold is the goal
The search is started, interrupted, elusive
Returning to praising and adoring the pot!!

Focused and steadfast
Still and present
Know your Gold!!
As so long as you have your ‘pot’
So too do you have your ‘Gold’.

Beneath The Surface

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Ginormous and daunting
Grotesquely gnarled
Unbalanced and crooked

Surrounded by unequivocal beauty
Placid allure
Tactile comfort

Unfair!
Unimaginable!
Indignant !

Is this not what we all have felt?
Is this not how we have judged ourselves?

But wait !
Are we not all woven from the same cloth, the same dirt, the same chemical compositions?!

Has not the Maker granted
To each his time,
To each his aspirations,
To each his guiding force?

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!

So see past the sense of sight
Feel past the sense of touch
Allow the heart to lead…

Gnarled or glittering
Strong or timid,
Feed the flow of kindness
And appreciate what truth lies beneath the surface.

Skin or bark!

Vulnerability : Strength or Weakness ? !

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What is your deepest strength and protection?
Is it the barriers we put up?
Is it the fortresses we hide in?
Is it the choice of ignorance ?

Barriers, fortresses and ignorance
Bring isolated oblivion at a cost
The cost of living a death!

Your greatest strength is your vulnerability!
Yes, that part of you that risks the deepest wounds
Wounds which only heal with true understanding and acknowledgement of what really is…
And in the process
The risk taken
Can bring the sweetest pleasures of living!!

The trick is to find your way
Walk with and let in the ones
Who enjoy and dance a like tune of their own
And hence forth
Your unions, your vulnerability
Will present as treasures not risks!!!

Lighthouse…

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There is a house
There is a light
There is fog
There is a foghorn…

The house is of visible splendor
But with no light there is no home…

There are distractions from the light
Murky and misty, obscuring the way…

But wait..
There are alerts to warn of the dangers
And most of all, there is the Keeper.

The Keeper knows all the signs
The keeper knows just how to direct
The keeper knows just when he is needed..

So live soundly in your house
Make your house your home
Listen to the keeper and find your light
Light with fervor and fight
Break through all the dangers
Anchor secure and steady
Rest and relax in your home
And learn to become
The Keeper of your Light!!

Celebrations!!!

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Audible fan fair
Visible beams of grandeur
Celebrations afoot

Clinking of glasses
Laughter and conversation
Acquaintances to life long friendships

Words of acknowledgement
Tears of gratitude
And embraces heartfelt

From bursts of fun to long lasting happiness
From festive frolic to true joy
From momentary surprises to constant enjoyment

Receive and reflect
Understand the possibilities
As time and presence collide

Enjoy the times
Make the memories
Treasure your companions

Oh, what it is to celebrate!
Behold the opportunities!!
And take none for granted!!!

Elusively Possible

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Flowering blossom
Atop a thistle leathered dermis
In the middle of the arid desert

Refreshing aqua drops
Form a puff of seemingly nothingness
Quenches the thirsty on solid ground…

Within the mortal shell of this being
Lays the priceless gem
Powering all for the unknowing mortal..

Yet still
We search endlessly
For all joys and pleasures externally.

So turn the eyes inwards
Muffle the ears from the outside noise
And find the infinite, waiting patiently
To be your one true friend…….

Innermost cry…

Man’s [and woman’s!] innermost cry has always been heard.
When he needed fire he was given flint,
When he needed water he found the river,
When he needed to know himself he was shown how to turn within.

Man has always become more with each evolution.
When he needed to build his strength
He had to climb and forage,
When he needed to exercise his intellect
He invented
When he needed to love
He found his soul..

Never has man not been given the tools to his true calling,
Yet it has always been left to him to acknowledge his need, his thirst…
Will he see, not with eyes, but with passion what his mission really is?
Will he dare to step outside the ring and lead his own journey?

He who does, will soon know the hardest is but the simplest,
The most out of reach is the closest
The most priceless is the most abundant..
Oh what dance we dance!

Such is our time that we get to yearn and satisfy,
Listen and sing,
Give yet take of the endless stream of music…
The rhythm of life…

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Place of no shroud

Just as the morning fog pretends to hide what lies beneath
So do my woes mask the reality of all beauty and joy..

Just as the bitter taste of coffee is followed by its power to quicken the step
So does the rain of frightening thunder sprout the new shoot..

Just as a lover’s absence makes all the sweeter the reunion
So makes the painful yearning the most earnest of love making…

Yet there is just one place of no shroud, no prolong prelude, no aftertaste…
No waiting, no absence
This the constant accompaniment of presence, existence..

How it is that I got to understand this, is the blessing of all blessings,
So grateful is this heart that it reached this tranquil water where the well never runs dry…

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Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!

A pot of boiling water..
How does it boil?
Energy applied increases its molecular activity
Movement occurs
Eventually the water evaporates
Some say it disappears
But no it has just changed
As it reappears as steam and condensation…

We have our own ‘pot’
Our pot is the Heart.
It’s contents?
Love, Joy, and Kindness!

A rumbling starts
The beginnings of a thirst
A wish to feel the contents of the heart.
We know there’s something there
Perhaps solid
Perhaps buried..

As the thirst forms and strengthens
There is a quiver, a beat, and then a rhythm
Finally a flow, up and over the rim
You think your pot will run dry
But it does not.
Your think you will lose your love and joy
But you don’t.
The heart is bottomless
And your thirst is endless!!

Whatever it touches or sprays
May feel a glow and kindness,
It may even trigger another’s thirst.

This power is incalculable,
Awakened it sustains the living
With fervor and zest,
Dormant it silently patiently awaits
With no agenda of its own.

Your temperature setting
Is a choice of your own..
How is your ‘pot’?
Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!