Looking through the rain

As I sit in my patio now, looking through the rain …

Rain pouring, pouring love
Earth soaking, soaking heart
Winds blowing, blowing directions
Rainlines crossing, crossing thoughts
Waterbaskets weaving, weaving emotions
Branches brushing, brushing chill
Puddles float bubbles, bubbles burst in mind
Winds stand still, stands still mind

Birds picking under tree, tree is bare
Few dry leaves hanging wet, wet desires few soaked in faith
Feel at home, home that is within me
Wide open spacious, spacious yet so full
Look through the rain more, more I get the inward pull
It keeps pouring, pouring love
Each grain of sand soaking, soaking each cell, body and soul …

Change …BEING through it…

Change chooses it’s own garments. Sometimes very strange and unexpected ones.

Sometimes we know exactly what bothers us. We talk about it at length, discuss and dissect the projected repercussions. We find solace in the use of our intelligence to come to a logical, comfortable, understanding and conclusion.

Sometimes the overall appearance of change causes great turmoil and emotions. Lot of energies get stirred.  There is no mind involved to give it language, no thoughts or words. Just an intensity in our own Being.

The sensitive or aware ones have stayed awake to the slightest hints of turbulances on the slate of their consciousness. They imbibe the energy of chaos and jitters around. They feel the discomfort but are themselves connected with trust in the larger scheme of things. That there is goodness of existence in all that ripples through.

The change is sometimes the storm or the force that awakens all that is hidden for long. Use this force of change to explore what is stirring inside you. What is it that is pinching the feeling of goodness inside you. Go after that within you and your choices that keep you from getting a good night sleep. Choose the next best thing that you can do for yourself and then for those in immediate relation to you.

When turmoil of change comes, the choices are to either become very small in perception, as compared to the grandest scheme of things, or to become so grand in your way of being, that you are able to contain all that is happening around you, with utmost stability.

Close your eyes. Bring yourself to sit in front of the ocean, with the sun shining above the horizon. The Sun is the source of it all on this planet. Listen to the sound of your own breath …or listen to the sound of the waves. Whichever sound gives you the smoothest experience …choose that! Perceive yourself as this miraculous part of the grand scheme of things. The Source of goodness provides to all without discrimination. Trust that it prevails in all humans and situations. Invoke it as part of your experience now!

Look at the ocean …the infiniteness of it. Open your heart as if you contain that expansiveness. Breathe luxuriously. It is your foremost right. The ocean is vast …everything else are waves …of change, of any worry, of any turmoil …they pass, resolve …all dormant goodness would be eventually awakened …even more deeply …let us make the beginning within us!

 

What’s more pure?

This poem is a thought process that unfolded while I was immersed in this exact setting, on a beautiful day, lounging under the sky, admiring the mountains, when a crow flew by …

What’s more pure?
Clear blue or the flawless floating whites

Mountains unwavered green and grand
Winds blowing and flowing
Sunlight bright yet gentle on land
Sky is blue, clouds white floating

What’s more pure?
Clear blue or the flawless floating whites

The contrast of a black, a crow flying
Flight through the expanse taking
Like a sticky thought across my mind
Takes a rightful stroll of a kind
All my attention vying
The grand green mountain dutiful
Says it is only a distraction beautiful

The crow has flown away
The whites floated away
The blue feels clarity, also my mind
The whites though had a purity of a kind
Like the thoughts that pervade at times
When in a state of joy or love sublime

What’s more pure?
Clear blue or the flawless floating whites

Breathe life

 

While significantly playing our roles on earth …parent, son/daughter, employee/employer, relator/related in every/any possible way …somewhere we are always trying to connect with the individual in us. We are trying to make sense about what brings pain and joy. To make choices that work for us best.

If we are not giving any regard, during the day, to the fact that we are breathing …how else are we, in any more effective way, connecting with ourselves? We came in alive on earth with our first breath in and we will leave when we last breathe out. If we are not cultivating a full breath, then in a way, we are limiting our possibilities at anything that is called life or life-related. We are cutting short the supply of life force itself, that which propels anything out of us. We put daily demands on our body with such enormous expectations.The quality of our breath determines our experience in our body and life. If we work with our breath, the breath will work for us, for  lifetime.

When we are forcing, resisting, feeling like nothing works in our favor, not even in our body …it is our turn to work with our body and life. Allow it, nurture it, nourish it, communicate with it. Bring your attention to effective methods and cycles of breath, so that it flows in and out, empty of thinking …and then it is available for the messages from the body. They are not very logical, mental messages in words, they are more intuitive cues that feel more relaxed from within. They lead you towards more integration and choices more in harmony of your being.

So close to home

So close to home
And as if trying to find my way
Just around the corner
And feeling as if lost on the way

Oh so puzzled
Mind all muddled
Oh usually that’s the way
It is they say

It’s human, regular human
Easy to relate
Better than to create
And to reach home solemn

Relate to everyone around
Than create your path abound
Former may seem easy
Latter a thrill to foresee

So close to home
In there is it very lone?
Just around the corner
Seems fun to linger

There’s plenty of company
And also sometimes misery
Should I just go home
And see how it is to be lone?

All puzzled and muddled
I enter my home
To be cuddled
In my own heart and soul

Wish someone would accompany
There is a threshold though
Beyond which only I can go
It really doesn’t help to have anybody

Take the step, take the plunge and dive
Take your puzzles and the muddles
Rest them there and watch them live
Don’t solve the riddles
Don’t push nor let them cling really
Give them a place
And they will go away actually
Ah! this home is a peaceful space

Back out in the world
And around the corner again
Still trying to find my way
New found faith to help stay

The puzzles and the muddles
Don’t bother now
A light flickers every step of the way
Just follow the instinct I say

So close to home now I know
While always trying to find my way
I do often revisit home
Now that I also love to be lone …