We are gathered
on the pyramid,
at the temple.
We merge into
the rocks,
into the stones.
Deeper and deeper,
Till time slows.
The wind passes.
Ages and ages
roll over the earth,
over my body.
From one tree to the next
ages and ages
roll over the earth
over my body.
Till all is enveloped
back in silence.
The leaf falls
for an hour at a time,
slowly dancing to the earth.
Humanity rushes back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
against these stones,
waves crashing upon the shore.
Each time a different name,
a different face,
but always the expression
of the one Soul,
the one Time.
In that time,
all problems,
all challenges,
all beliefs
all ideas,
are not.
Only the sound of that acorn,
breaking from branch
to branch
to branch
is...
Chitzen Itza
Monday, January 19, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Red Shirt, Blue Jeans
Red Shirt,
Blue Jeans,
Dark Skin,
Curves...
She stumbles over her coffee,
as she rushes back to her people.
But for just one moment,
just one moment,
before our lives part back
into their separate corners
of eternity,
Our eyes meet.
And she smiles.
That God could make something
so beautiful...
Blue Jeans,
Dark Skin,
Curves...
She stumbles over her coffee,
as she rushes back to her people.
But for just one moment,
just one moment,
before our lives part back
into their separate corners
of eternity,
Our eyes meet.
And she smiles.
That God could make something
so beautiful...
The Dream
"My life is my prayer."
Part 1: The Prayer at Dawn
Have you ever felt that you were living your destiny? Have you ever felt that your life has become the most beautiful dream? That you live each and every day, each and every moment in a communion with your Soul?
That is my life now.
My life is my creation. My life is my piece of art. And it is beautiful.
I awake early in the morning, in my home (is there any word more beautiful in the english language--home). I walk to the Veranda, where I write. As I pass through the halls of my home, I see mementos, reminders of the treasure that is my life. Images of my life, of my wife, my family, my friends, the beautiful life that I have created. Pictures of the places we've been, the people we've known. Pictures of my ohana. Pictures of my children. In each one I see my love reflected back to me.
I have allowed all of this to be in my life. And I am so deeply grateful.
The sun is just beginning to rise over the ocean, as I sit down at my desk to write. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of the wind, and the quiet murmur of the early morning sea. "Low tide", I smile to myself.
I love this time of day. It is the best time to write. "The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you." I can feel the source of my life, of my dream run through me, thick, like slow moving sap. I am working on a new book. I have been working with K2 on creating a new mythology, a new vision of what humanity can be, a new path to discovering and living your source.
Needless to say, the work has been received well. The public devoured it like a pack of hungry wolves. When the soul recognizes truth, it can't hep but become enraptured, enchanted.
And in this early morning hour, my soul is enraptured, enchanted, totally in love with life. And I say my first prayer to creation, and it comes from my true heart, and it is a prayer of gratitude to the Creator, for giving me this life, for bringing all of this love, this endless sea of Light and Love into my life.
Part 2: The Prayer at Noon
I break for lunch. I have been writing all morning. I am tired from the work, but there is a strange excitement within me. There is something magical about watching a story unfold beneath you, the journey appears, step by step, as if of its own power.
I sit down with my wife and children. There is such happiness here for me. Even a small meal becomes a feast when seen from the eyes of love. I feast upon my life. I devour it with all of my being.
To think, there was a time that I could imagine my life without this woman. That there was a time when she was not as real to me as the sunlight, or the rain. When she was just a quiet urging within my Soul.
Now she is like this tropical air to me. Gentle, sweet, life giving. Sometimes I think she is the reason that I am.
And I have allowed her to be in my life.
And I am so grateful.
A life without love is hardly a life at all, it is just the burnt out remains, the empty shards, nothing but ash. But my life is not ash, it is vibrant, it is glowing, it is life giving. It is this midday sun, illuminating the world around me.
And I say my second prayer to Creation, and it is a prayer of love, the type of love that grows, that overflows with life, that supports all that come into contact with it, the type of love that expands, and feeds humanity, and feeds our Souls. Thank you for this life, for this love, for this woman.
Part 3: The Prayer at Midafternoon
(one part left to write...my purpose...why is that the hardest part).
Part 4: The Prayer at Evening
My children are playing on the shore. They are running up and down, throwing rocks in the sea, smiling and laughing.
I run with them. I smile with them. I laugh with them.
It has been one of the deepest pleasures of my life to watch them come into being, to watch them slowly grow into themselves. I never knew that a person could love the way I love my children, the way I long for them to be so deeply well, no matter where they go, no matter what they do. I never knew I, who had been so selfish, could find a part within myself that was so selfless, that was willing to give as much as I could to support their growing lives.
We are splashing the water.
The sun is beginning to set over the mountains. The water captures the light and holds on to it, I know the light will fade. In that light I see the wonder of my life, growing, and fading. There is a part of me that wishes I could hold on to this time, to this place, this moment, forever.
The golden hour.
Part 5: The Prayer at Night
And so the day has passed and night has come. It is all still and quiet again. The children are asleep. My wife is getting ready for sleep. And I am about ready to go too. Such a day.
I look up into the vast night sky. The moon is rising, and in its light, I see my Soul reflected back to me. I feel so deeply fulfilled. I know I am living my life. I know I am living from my Soul.
I never quite knew this was possible. Yet here it is. Here it is. And anyone can have it. I am so grateful to my Self for allowing all this in. I remember all the hours of hard work, all the sweat, all the pain, all the tears. I look back at the whole of my journey, and from this vista I smile. What a life. I see all the faces, all the love, all the people, all the places. I have filled my life to the brim, and now my heart is overflowing. Who knew life could be so beautiful. Who knew life could be so meaningful.
"This is it" I think to myself, "I am living my purpose. I am living the life I was set out for." I am living it. It is here and now. Wonder of wonders.
And I say my final prayer to creation, it is a prayer to my Soul, to my God, to my wife, to my children, and to all the beings, seen and unseen that have helped me on my path, my Ohana, K2, the collective.
I feel this joy beyond joy, deeper than joy, I know I have fulfilled my mission, my purpose. I know that my life has had real meaning, that it has had significance, that I have impacted this world in a positive way, that I have brought my light, my love, my Soul out into this world. I have expressed the depth of who I am.
Part 1: The Prayer at Dawn
Have you ever felt that you were living your destiny? Have you ever felt that your life has become the most beautiful dream? That you live each and every day, each and every moment in a communion with your Soul?
That is my life now.
My life is my creation. My life is my piece of art. And it is beautiful.
I awake early in the morning, in my home (is there any word more beautiful in the english language--home). I walk to the Veranda, where I write. As I pass through the halls of my home, I see mementos, reminders of the treasure that is my life. Images of my life, of my wife, my family, my friends, the beautiful life that I have created. Pictures of the places we've been, the people we've known. Pictures of my ohana. Pictures of my children. In each one I see my love reflected back to me.
I have allowed all of this to be in my life. And I am so deeply grateful.
The sun is just beginning to rise over the ocean, as I sit down at my desk to write. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of the wind, and the quiet murmur of the early morning sea. "Low tide", I smile to myself.
I love this time of day. It is the best time to write. "The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you." I can feel the source of my life, of my dream run through me, thick, like slow moving sap. I am working on a new book. I have been working with K2 on creating a new mythology, a new vision of what humanity can be, a new path to discovering and living your source.
Needless to say, the work has been received well. The public devoured it like a pack of hungry wolves. When the soul recognizes truth, it can't hep but become enraptured, enchanted.
And in this early morning hour, my soul is enraptured, enchanted, totally in love with life. And I say my first prayer to creation, and it comes from my true heart, and it is a prayer of gratitude to the Creator, for giving me this life, for bringing all of this love, this endless sea of Light and Love into my life.
Part 2: The Prayer at Noon
I break for lunch. I have been writing all morning. I am tired from the work, but there is a strange excitement within me. There is something magical about watching a story unfold beneath you, the journey appears, step by step, as if of its own power.
I sit down with my wife and children. There is such happiness here for me. Even a small meal becomes a feast when seen from the eyes of love. I feast upon my life. I devour it with all of my being.
To think, there was a time that I could imagine my life without this woman. That there was a time when she was not as real to me as the sunlight, or the rain. When she was just a quiet urging within my Soul.
Now she is like this tropical air to me. Gentle, sweet, life giving. Sometimes I think she is the reason that I am.
And I have allowed her to be in my life.
And I am so grateful.
A life without love is hardly a life at all, it is just the burnt out remains, the empty shards, nothing but ash. But my life is not ash, it is vibrant, it is glowing, it is life giving. It is this midday sun, illuminating the world around me.
And I say my second prayer to Creation, and it is a prayer of love, the type of love that grows, that overflows with life, that supports all that come into contact with it, the type of love that expands, and feeds humanity, and feeds our Souls. Thank you for this life, for this love, for this woman.
Part 3: The Prayer at Midafternoon
(one part left to write...my purpose...why is that the hardest part).
Part 4: The Prayer at Evening
My children are playing on the shore. They are running up and down, throwing rocks in the sea, smiling and laughing.
I run with them. I smile with them. I laugh with them.
It has been one of the deepest pleasures of my life to watch them come into being, to watch them slowly grow into themselves. I never knew that a person could love the way I love my children, the way I long for them to be so deeply well, no matter where they go, no matter what they do. I never knew I, who had been so selfish, could find a part within myself that was so selfless, that was willing to give as much as I could to support their growing lives.
We are splashing the water.
The sun is beginning to set over the mountains. The water captures the light and holds on to it, I know the light will fade. In that light I see the wonder of my life, growing, and fading. There is a part of me that wishes I could hold on to this time, to this place, this moment, forever.
The golden hour.
Part 5: The Prayer at Night
And so the day has passed and night has come. It is all still and quiet again. The children are asleep. My wife is getting ready for sleep. And I am about ready to go too. Such a day.
I look up into the vast night sky. The moon is rising, and in its light, I see my Soul reflected back to me. I feel so deeply fulfilled. I know I am living my life. I know I am living from my Soul.
I never quite knew this was possible. Yet here it is. Here it is. And anyone can have it. I am so grateful to my Self for allowing all this in. I remember all the hours of hard work, all the sweat, all the pain, all the tears. I look back at the whole of my journey, and from this vista I smile. What a life. I see all the faces, all the love, all the people, all the places. I have filled my life to the brim, and now my heart is overflowing. Who knew life could be so beautiful. Who knew life could be so meaningful.
"This is it" I think to myself, "I am living my purpose. I am living the life I was set out for." I am living it. It is here and now. Wonder of wonders.
And I say my final prayer to creation, it is a prayer to my Soul, to my God, to my wife, to my children, and to all the beings, seen and unseen that have helped me on my path, my Ohana, K2, the collective.
I feel this joy beyond joy, deeper than joy, I know I have fulfilled my mission, my purpose. I know that my life has had real meaning, that it has had significance, that I have impacted this world in a positive way, that I have brought my light, my love, my Soul out into this world. I have expressed the depth of who I am.
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