Profoundly simple
Drop by drop
A Master’s words
Give rise to clarity
In turn a freedom
From concepts and confines
As a path is laid
With guidance made available
And a companionship like no other
To turn within
Then becomes
The adventure of this life time
Magnificent simplicity
Delicately glorious
Profoundly present
Regally virtuous
Composition unique
Yet familiarity opens
My heart once more
And a warmth released
How far we stray
In this world
Of asphalt and tar
Where trees are cleared
Where creatures made homeless
And man banks
Another buck
And builds yet another city
When will we learn
When will we remember
The ecosystem
The cosmos
All rotate, revolve
In a natural order
When a simple rose
One of a million
Can tell the story
Of a divine perfection
And inspire a gratuitous love
From your deepest vault
This is the gift
Not of a dozen roses
But merely just one
As housed in her
The depth of a beauty
Is the same for me
The same for you
Glow and yield
To what is nature’s
Rhyme and reason
Love and grace
And accept the abundant plenitude
Rave of the age
Is to have ‘self care’
Put yourself first
Take care of you
And all can be well!
How?
Carve out time for you
Take a walk
Take a bath
Read a book
Do what speaks to you!
Yes notes of sarcasm
From the queen of self care
As all we are doing is running
Running from the negatives
Awkward situations
Stresses of life
The inescapables
And so the so called problems
Accompany you everywhere!
It’s the noise between the ears
The constant chatter
Clatter of thoughts
Fueling the emotions
Of anger, fear, jealousy and doubt
These you carry
Never abandon
To these thieves
We open the doors of our mind and heart
They counsel you
Convince you
Tell you your worth
Then they raid and rob you
Leaving you soulless
In despair, with frustration and anxiety
But there’s a larger vault
Deep, much deeper within
Which when opened
Releases a power
Gentle and expansive
Second to none
No matter where you stand
You can smile with understanding
Laugh with joy
And feel vibrantly alive
To recognize this gift
Lifts a veil
And the thieves then must scamper
From the generosity of the Giver
Comes these teachings of a lifetime
What a fortune to listen
To absorb
To feel, to understand
Just a little each and every day
From a simple ritual
To the practicing yogi,
The one hundred and eight beads
Constitutes a time for intentional focus.
Initiated in the 8th century BC,
These spiritual beads in Hinduism
Now are used through Islam, Christianity
Buddhism, 2/3rds of the world’s population.
Whether wood, seed or stone
They shall deliver
Properties of healing, protection
And most commonly, spiritual practice.
I gift this to you,
So you can intentionally
Breathe 108 times
With vitality, feeling vibrancy.
Speak a mantra
Drawing you inwards.
Feel the earthly element
Connecting you to Mother Earth.
Simply put, I wish you
108 blessings,
108 guardians,
108 freed moments
Each and every day.
May you hold this mala
With the clarity it was made,
With the love it is sent,
And wisdom with which you shall use.
Defying physics you stand
Your strength is daunting
Your stature mighty
Yet here comes the ocean spray
Wave after wave
And you welcome the attention
You dance and yield
With the passion of lovers
And caressed are your contours
Your union brings forth
Countless grains of sand
Capturing the essence of time
With every turn
There is awe
In these simple cyclic laws
When elements work together
Magic happens
The impossible is possible
For how can a mighty rock
Be so transformed
Into the tiniest of particles
And no less
Than by drops of water
One wave at a time
And within me
One breath at a time
Is revealed a celebration
Of existence at its finest
Carrying a simple joy
Which even lapping waves can teach
What gathers together
Giving rise
To that one feeling
Of being in the right place?
No words needed
As all in the glance
Is acknowledgement, respect
Perhaps even an adoration.
Flourish here
Does the calm,
The peace
More so a mutual love.
Bestow on the self
The same gratuitous presence
And feel yourself at home
Welcomed, received and loved.
Here lies a bond
With no bondage,
A relationship
With no need for any rules.
Belief and faith perhaps
The stepping stones for most,
But this inner knowledge is to be reached
With an ardent and persistent thirst.
Let then the magic
From the ultimate connection
Release it’s power supreme
Second to no other.
So accept and harness
Your own ‘Genius Loci’
And bask in the stream
Of the greatest of loves.
Original artwork of myself and my companion of a short time, Duchess, who claimed my backyard as her home for the last two and half years of her life.
Nature’s protection
Brings peace and oblivion
From man made madness
June you mark the middle
Of a year
That has everyone
In quiet the pickle.
The unpredictable,
The unprecedented,
The insurmountable,
The game changers.
All in one
They are happening,
The noise deafening
The footprints indelible.
Biological or social
Emotional or political,
The fight for survival
The core of the struggle.
With debates and protests
Even the riots,
How can we possibly
Claim any rest.
Feeling the injustice
The denial, the inequality
With deep woven roots,
Perpetuating the atrocities.
Even with fight
Guided by knowledge,
Changes still need
Clarity and quietness
To allow the most powerful
To rise,
To be felt
To be seen.
So how to find
In these dark times
The magic of love?
The peace of love?
It must be the only way
The ancient way.
So go within to the core
Ground and center.
Move with that one
Rhythmic flow
Never to judge
Only to bestow.
Life, opportunity
Abundance of choice.
Breath is this anchor
Breath is the answer.
What seems so insignificant
Holds all that is magnificent,
Delve deep, delve often
Keep company
Of the one companion.
So her treasures
Maybe realized
And your peace will unfold.
rhythmandthedancer 