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.

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Release yourself

When the dawn breaks

Separating the darkness from the light

And a streak of pink light

Crosses the sky above you

Understanding begins to awaken

 

And when you finally see

what finally lies under the surface

The precious that has always been

You have arrived

May your beloved wait for you still

To take you home

Finally to where you belong

 

When the darkness

Arrives to close the day

The light slowly ebbs

Golden, pink, gray

And, soft black circles around you

Come to the only shelter you know

You release yourself

To another

Nourished by belonging

 

 

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Sunset in Bennington, VT – August 2014 at Southern Vermont College – the old Holy Cross Novitiate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SaveSave

The fog, the dense, dense fog

Change is inevitable.

It rolls in like the waves along the shore.

What road should I travel?

Where shall I turn?

What direction should I head?

 

Change is inevitable.

A glimmer of hope ahead.

Light a lighthouse sitting on a bluff.

I see it through the fog, the dense, dense fog.

 

Change is inevitable.

And, yet, while I move in that direction

I remain unsure if it is where I should be headed.

But yet I hold fast to the unknowing.

 

Change is inevitable.

Like the promising beacon that warns me of dangerous shoals

Faith, doubt, hope,

all are inextricably linked.

They forge the path of my destiny.

 

Change is inevitable.

I move towards the light

towards the ever changing shoreline

in the fog, the dense, dense fog,

I see the waves constantly

rolling in.

 

Change is inevitable.

What road should I travel?

Where shall I turn?

What direction should I head?

Faith, doubt, hope.

 

Through the fog, the dense, dense fog,

I reach the bluff.

I jump into the depths,

swirling in a vast unknown ocean

and I am taken to a new shoreline

riding on the waves into the path of my destiny.