Ancient knowing

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Magnificence awaits hidden deep below

By the din of the banal, by the din of the ordinary.

My soul blossoms in the eternity it finds

Surrounding me all around.

Near the ocean, the waves come in

And, I hear uttered close within,

“Alleluia”

In a moment of instant recognition.

Everything that was all knowing,

Appears.

Near the ruins of centuries past, the wind whispers

Softly in my ear, the symphony

Of a hymn sung long past.

Taking away the clothe of my suffering.

The banality of my existence.

Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes,

The divine that lies within stirs.

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

I click like

I click like.

I scroll by your life

silently observing

the faux

creation of what you want me to see.

 

I click like.

I accept your request

another photo

to add to my

1,000 or more I have

already collected.

 

I click like.

I click like.

I click like.

 

You can’t hurt me.

You can’t abandon me.

I don’t give you my authenticity

and allow you to see me

the real me.

 

I don’t bare my soul

to you.

You can’t reject me.

Faux intimacy.

 

I stay in a shallow swamp

of instant gratification.

Never allowing connection

to my

deep, dark soul.

 

You can’t hurt me when,

you can’t let me down.

I click like.

Sat Nam.

Sat Nam.

Inside of me.

 

Sat Nam.

Shining through the illusion of self.

 

Sat Nam.

The true identity.

 

Sat Nam.

The only existence that matters.

 

Sat Nam.

The divinity that lies within.

 

Truth is my identity.

The essence of all that is

like a mirror shining on the cosmos.

 

Divinity rests inside

to be discovered like

a seed as it grows.

 

Sat Nam.

Awaken my soul.

 

Take off the mask

Illusions of grandeur.

Momentary lapses of self-importance?

Egocentric desires run rampant.

 

Take off the mask.

 

One word breaks the crackled skin.

Not worshipped enough?

How dare they.

 

Take off the mask.

 

Anxiety, fear, defensiveness pervades like fog over the ocean.

Have your fragile assumptions been checked?

Defend that ego.

 

Take off the mask.

 

Stop the struggle.

Release yourself into the God

who created you.

Let go of your illusions of self.

 

Take off the mask.

 

Let go of the need for control.

Release yourself into the God

who birthed you.

Let go of your illusions of egocentric desires.

 

Live.

 

“The ego is the false self-born out of fear and defensiveness.” — John O’Donohue

 

 

In the darkness

Where are you in the darkness?

I am vulnerable.

I am foolish.

I am weak.

I am despised.

 

Where are you in the darkness?

You see my wounds.

You see my hurting.

You see my agony.

You see my angst.

 

Where are you in the darkness?

I want to see the light.

I want to feel the light.

I want to be the light.

I want to spread the light.

 

Where are you in the darkness?

I wait.

The Buddha within.

Funny how life is.

There once was a woman who I thought wronged me through my business.  It was not the woman but it was the organization but she represented the organization.  It became messy and I became upset.

About six months after this episode, the woman reached out to me.  She wanted to apologize for what had happened. At the time I thought it was a noble act.

We kept our link to each other occasionally having coffee and conversation.

For my birthday, she had a little gift.  A gift of Buddhist teachings.  I was touched.

One thing led to another and we started walking together.  During our walks, our conversation went more towards personal matters.

She is from Zimbabwe and a very beautiful woman.

Today, I consider her a spiritual guide.  Her one act of unfamiliar humility so long ago left me intrigued.

Abra is a Buddhist, part of Shinnyo-en, an international Buddhist community founded on the ancient wisdom and love embodied in the Buddha’s teachings.

I attend a home meeting and chanting ceremony.

Prayers and mantras are recited throughout the Buddhist world as ways to touch upon one’s enlightened nature. As chanting is also a form of prayer, the devotion of those who have chanted the same verses over the centuries has accumulated and imbued the chants with great liberating power. Chanting also acts as a form of meditation that can cut through ego.

The ultimate goal is an awakened nature within through altruistic Buddhist practice.

Now I understand why Abra needed to make amends for the organization’s actions.  It is part of her nature.

Will I attend more. Yes!

There is something magical about bowing in deference.  What an act of reverence.  It stirred my soul.

The ego felt release during that moment.  While the chanting was difficult to understand, it somehow filled my soul.

I look forward to my next walk with Abra next week and for more chanting ceremonies and home meetings.

It is all about those guiding us on our spiritual journey and those next steps in our journey.

Abra has become a blessing.

And, what a week it has been – It is only Wednesday and it has been full, rich, and joyful.

 

 

abra

In reverence to my spiritual guide, Abra.

 

 

 

Divinity​ awaits you

 

The one moment of error is to act as if

science is the language of the soul.

As if life depended upon the logical seen with no

witness to all that stirs within unknown.

 

To feel as if life had boundaries that existed

that could be defined or observed.

Surely, even you, have felt something beyond;

the ephemeral, the stirrings, and the song of the heart,

crowding out all that is known; the illusions of a world.

 

Facts are the modes of knowing but only poets

pierce deeply into the soul.  Boundaries do not exist in a

rebels voice. A voice from the dark night of the soul offering

redemption.

 

The soul is your mentor of things to come,

possibilities unknown.

The door has always been there to frighten you and invite you,

through the doorway of divinity

that has always been open and waiting for you.