Behold the promise of a new day
From the colors in the sky
Not a rainbow yet still quite an array.
Yellow, emerging with power
Orange to red passing passion and fire
Even dark blue is warm yet smoldering
As forced to retire by the glimmer of dawning.
Such are colors of life
Rich and in their turn take the stage.
Enjoy each hue
As the glows and shimmers, wax and wane
From life’s breaking dawn to it’s restful night…
If ever a claim to ownership
It is a mother’s to her child.
Her entire focus is comfort and contentment
As she provides that aura of security and guardianship.
The child goes on her way
Each day anew
To play, learn and laugh.
The mother watches, waits and facilitates
Every one of her strengths and conquests…
Standing very close
She’s also just as ready
To pick up the pieces
To shine the light
So home of the heart
Is never far from sight.
As mothers, we sometimes cry.
But when we smile
Nothing is warmer,
Not even the rays of the sun.
But who waits for the mother?
Who laughs when she laughs?
Who’s shoulder does she lean on?
In her time
She too had her mother.
But all along
For both mother and child,
There is another.
One that’s beyond this time and space we see
Beyond the materials we hold and feel…
Is closer than close.
So much so
That its integral form to all
Makes it the most obvious
Yet still hidden..
How can this be?!
Why is it so?!
All so perfectly postured
The discovery is as sweet
As the recognition and knowing,
Of how with every one of her steps
Her hand was always held
Her heart always filled
And all she had to do
Was to understand
This ever present divine guardianship….
Pure and simple
Leading the lost
All beauty has a unique way of taking the beholder back to the source of where the perception is rooted… Within!
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…
The dark night now also has the light of day
The endless road has direction
Meaningless turmoil gives way to ease in ones own skin..
Perhaps this is all it is,
The finding of how to be from no one to some one
From going nowhere to being somewhere
And realizing you are your One.
And your journey and destination
Mortal to mortal ……
Declarations of commitment
Mortal to immortal….
Redemption in gratitude
Conjoined through to the end!!!
Immortalized mortal to immortalized mortal….
A few days ago it was 7/31, a day in the calendar commemorating life teachers, guides, Masters and gurus…
Oh ..What of the date! How the need is ever present if the thirst is acknowledged…
Here is my interpretation of a few words by Prem Rawat, an internationally acclaimed speaker on the topic of inner peace …
‘If there’s icy weather all around you, you will feel a bitter chill, right?.. Yes.
Then light a wood fire, cloak in a blanket and warmth can be your saving companion…
This doesn’t make the icy weather disappear but your choice to be in warmth and heat makes all the difference to the ease and quality of your existance..
Walk away from the heat, take off the blanket and you cannot deny the bitter bite of cold!
So find the companions, who in spite of the sad and difficult times around you, dispel the dark and cold…go to your inner source, keep company of your findings of joy and contentment and allow this to shelter you from the cold this world may shower upon you…’
For video presentations of talks across the globe by Prem Rawat, visit http://www.wopg.org