A sweet smile
for her laugh, too loud.
I pursed my lips
and hushed her,
the way I would an infant:
tenderly and without disdain.
She blushed and apologized
and looked to the front
where the professor
danced back and forth
before each of us
ignorant pupils.
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Sunday, December 8, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
Come What May
The clutter I've accumulated:
thousands of books, stacked
into neat piles that reach the ceiling -
I crave the knowledge folded delicately
between each page.
But what use is knowledge
when I have no strength to act upon it?
Come what may,
I must rouse myself.
Come what may,
I must revive my slow-beating heart
which even now
wears the mask of untimely sleep.
thousands of books, stacked
into neat piles that reach the ceiling -
I crave the knowledge folded delicately
between each page.
But what use is knowledge
when I have no strength to act upon it?
Come what may,
I must rouse myself.
Come what may,
I must revive my slow-beating heart
which even now
wears the mask of untimely sleep.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Sahasrara
Eternal.
I have surpassed myself
and rest easy, filled up
with stardust and fertile soil.
I am the nesting ground
for the raven and the dove,
I am the throne of the greatest power
and the greatest humility.
Come watch the blooming lotus,
tranquil and unmoving
on the mirrored sky.
Come join yourself with me
and let your roots carry deep
within my womb,
that you may see the World and
remain untouched by death.
I have surpassed myself
and rest easy, filled up
with stardust and fertile soil.
I am the nesting ground
for the raven and the dove,
I am the throne of the greatest power
and the greatest humility.
Come watch the blooming lotus,
tranquil and unmoving
on the mirrored sky.
Come join yourself with me
and let your roots carry deep
within my womb,
that you may see the World and
remain untouched by death.
Source: www.redbubble.com/people/goldenisis |
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Ajna
Deep in that feral place
where from river-washed stones
spring wild green toads
and fallen logs hide lazy crocodiles
that sleep by the water's edge,
we might find ourselves
illuminated by the sunbeams
that tumble through the shady treetops
and brighten the ground beneath us;
a golden daydream.
Follow me there, a brilliant star
that reveals the hidden way.
Eyes open and filled up with the world's color;
I will be your sight
that welcomes truth and illusion alike.
where from river-washed stones
spring wild green toads
and fallen logs hide lazy crocodiles
that sleep by the water's edge,
we might find ourselves
illuminated by the sunbeams
that tumble through the shady treetops
and brighten the ground beneath us;
a golden daydream.
Follow me there, a brilliant star
that reveals the hidden way.
Eyes open and filled up with the world's color;
I will be your sight
that welcomes truth and illusion alike.
Source: www.viyett.com.au/yoga-articles.html |
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Vishuddha
Before the light of day appears
to cast away night's shadow,
clear voices of songbirds come
filled with hope and filled with sorrow
but fearful? not these courageous tones
which ring with all their might, of
the truth that lay in the rising sun,
the joy which gives them flight
and remember now, that I am here:
the howling wind
the quiet tumble of water over rock
the crackle of your flame,
the irrepressible voice
which causes mountains to crumble
and the immovable heart
to shake.
to cast away night's shadow,
clear voices of songbirds come
filled with hope and filled with sorrow
but fearful? not these courageous tones
which ring with all their might, of
the truth that lay in the rising sun,
the joy which gives them flight
and remember now, that I am here:
the howling wind
the quiet tumble of water over rock
the crackle of your flame,
the irrepressible voice
which causes mountains to crumble
and the immovable heart
to shake.
Source: www.trulyorganicfoods.com/blog/tag/healing-with-energy |
Monday, October 28, 2013
Anahata
Breathe in deeply as my
howling gales surround you,
the chorus which remembers
every slight, every triumph.
Now,
Listen to the cacophony in your breast.
I am there, the joyous uproar
which has captured you,
a throne upon which
your soul rests eternal.
I am the citadel of your freedom
and the bearer of your guilt, the weight
in your chest.
howling gales surround you,
the chorus which remembers
every slight, every triumph.
Now,
Listen to the cacophony in your breast.
I am there, the joyous uproar
which has captured you,
a throne upon which
your soul rests eternal.
I am the citadel of your freedom
and the bearer of your guilt, the weight
in your chest.
Source: zeitgeistmusings.wordpress.com/ |
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Manipura
Don't test me.
I've got a fire inside me,
one that even your icy demeanor
cannot extinguish.
It is true what you've heard,
I am a bright flash of light
and an insatiable spring of life.
Give me your hunger,
Give me your desires,
and I will be your strength.
I've got a fire inside me,
one that even your icy demeanor
cannot extinguish.
It is true what you've heard,
I am a bright flash of light
and an insatiable spring of life.
Give me your hunger,
Give me your desires,
and I will be your strength.
Source: mindnutquest.wordpress.com/2012/07/05/jung-on-kundalini-manipura-anahata |
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