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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Strutting Stuff
Today the spirit moves me to share a few quotes and poems (a few original) that mean and have meant alot to me, that I've been reflecting on lately.
"Water flows continually into the ocean
But the ocean is never disturbed:
Desire flows into the mind of the seer
But he is never disturbed.
The seer knows peace...
He knows peace who has forgotten desire.
He lives without craving:
Free from ego, free from pride." (Bhagavaad-Gita)
ODE TO ABHYASA AND VAIRAGYAM
Love and truth, peace and bliss, when will we discover this? Ancients come and ancients go, thankfully they leave their flow, of how to exist on this plane called earth, the heaven and stars we seek their worth. How to accept, how to let go, practice practice would be so. Non-attachment, earnest devotion - we scratch our heads, what a notion. Attachment, desire, bondage, ego, ignorance, anger, lust and greed, the Sutras say 'take our heed': disciplines control thought waves of the mind, and must be practiced for a long, long time.
Awaken awaken, we're all asleep - thoughts, dreams, is this what we reap? Memory: true, false, imaginary, incomplete - O Lord can I take this heat? Beneficial, harmful, yes or no? Both, the Sutras say is so.
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, oh yes, to serve and grow. But when and how, all this humming. Patience, patience, all is coming. (AAS, 2001)
MOTHER GOOSE
"Mother Goose is down to earth
trying to find eternal worth.
In all there is and ought to be,
there is nothing for her to see."
( Judith Jones and AAS, circa 1967)
AFTER A WHILE
"After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child,
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn
With every goodbye you learn." (Veronica A. Shoffstall)
On a parting note, today my beautiful momma imparted some wisdom and advice when she said "you are much too pretty to hide yourself for very long where you are, get better and get out and strut your stuff, life is too short".
So......
"When going through hell, keep on going." - Winston Churchill
HONK HONK!
With love,
ALY-OM
"Water flows continually into the ocean
But the ocean is never disturbed:
Desire flows into the mind of the seer
But he is never disturbed.
The seer knows peace...
He knows peace who has forgotten desire.
He lives without craving:
Free from ego, free from pride." (Bhagavaad-Gita)
ODE TO ABHYASA AND VAIRAGYAM
Love and truth, peace and bliss, when will we discover this? Ancients come and ancients go, thankfully they leave their flow, of how to exist on this plane called earth, the heaven and stars we seek their worth. How to accept, how to let go, practice practice would be so. Non-attachment, earnest devotion - we scratch our heads, what a notion. Attachment, desire, bondage, ego, ignorance, anger, lust and greed, the Sutras say 'take our heed': disciplines control thought waves of the mind, and must be practiced for a long, long time.
Awaken awaken, we're all asleep - thoughts, dreams, is this what we reap? Memory: true, false, imaginary, incomplete - O Lord can I take this heat? Beneficial, harmful, yes or no? Both, the Sutras say is so.
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, oh yes, to serve and grow. But when and how, all this humming. Patience, patience, all is coming. (AAS, 2001)
MOTHER GOOSE
"Mother Goose is down to earth
trying to find eternal worth.
In all there is and ought to be,
there is nothing for her to see."
( Judith Jones and AAS, circa 1967)
AFTER A WHILE
"After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child,
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn
With every goodbye you learn." (Veronica A. Shoffstall)
On a parting note, today my beautiful momma imparted some wisdom and advice when she said "you are much too pretty to hide yourself for very long where you are, get better and get out and strut your stuff, life is too short".
So......
"When going through hell, keep on going." - Winston Churchill
HONK HONK!
With love,
ALY-OM
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Golden Light
To kick off the new morning, day, and week, I will share a lovely poem that found me before sleeping last night, taken from Kireet Joshi's Sri Aurobindo and The Mother.
"Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.
Thy golden Light came down into my throat,
and all my speech is now a tune divine,
A paean-song of thee my single note;
My words are drunk with the Immortal's wine.
Thy golden Light came down into my heart
Smiting my life with Thy eternity;
Now has it grown a temple where Thou art
And all its passions point towards only Thee.
Thy golden Light came down into my feet:
My earth is now thy playfield and thy seat."
Wishing for you, my friend, that today you too are touched by the golden light.
xo
"Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.
Thy golden Light came down into my throat,
and all my speech is now a tune divine,
A paean-song of thee my single note;
My words are drunk with the Immortal's wine.
Thy golden Light came down into my heart
Smiting my life with Thy eternity;
Now has it grown a temple where Thou art
And all its passions point towards only Thee.
Thy golden Light came down into my feet:
My earth is now thy playfield and thy seat."
Wishing for you, my friend, that today you too are touched by the golden light.
xo
Friday, January 7, 2011
"Who is the master and who is the slave"?
Saturday morning, enjoying the peace, feeling the heat rise from the castor oil bath, surrendering, praying it relieves the paining. Beautiful day, so it seems from the window and wondering if the spirit will move me to venture out at all. Maybe inside is as beautiful.
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