The Middle Way

Come, step here today
but know that shadows crawl
and the sun feels wasted beyond dark shades of gray.
Step nowhere near or do come stay.

My heart beats as signs ride the norm.
Gathered past all emotion
or pulled hard within a storm.
Step nowhere near or do come roam.

There are blazing trails of straight lines
that tether and confine.
An unwinding warmth of brilliant sun
to shine the once defined.

Defining life past pain and sorrow
and purging faults for all tomorrows.
A wanting back what was lost within the strife
with an understanding it was given not borrowed.

Explain I should this verse that purged my mind.
I had disappeared into a place where no muse would dine.
No flower would seek beauty from this more than human soul.
My immortality viewed, without answer to align.

Align, my heart pled to the still and unanswering shadow
while between the clashing rocks torn and tattered.
So I've written my heart into each line that does fall
gathering my strength from those impressions that mattered.

Unwind with me now the wasted thoughts that confine
so our muses can journey and share a like mind.
Unlayering sadness that may have tightened its hold
Now do step lightly upon what you'll behold.

Allow the journey to grace the day
To light that small space where emotions fit
Revealing the path given by awes shadowed play
and step gently on a sojourn to the middle way.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Greetings to all and my sincerest thank yous come on a breeze for the love and warmth you've sent. I'm unwinding and gathering in feelings I've not allowed myself to feel for awhile. Unbending to move light, to wash the dimness that has gathered within and to find my muse in the place where silence settles. I've followed her there to recharge and found the journey once again calls me to come wander.

I didn't realize until recently, I'm not really here, in this reality as we say, til I saw the moments were slipping away with out me. I've been invisible, except only to myself, as others could still see me. (Smile) I'm starting to return as spring buds peek and the azalea's shine their beauty of color. Staying in the middle between attachment and saddening obsession, I'm good. Here in this moments play, I can see both sides of a feeling and watch emotions gather on my skin and wander to my mind. But I play no games with the wandering thought, I step lightly into the middle way which reveals the importance of sight in the minds eye. The truth to balance, the essence of I. The place where hearts can breath, as a child lost in play can only come to when stepping into the middle way.

I've also found my need for help overpowering my ability to straighten my crooked lines and in truth only silence can settle that which must unwind. So I'm unraveling my emotions. Allowing the words to be freed from their tight and compact space. That place where feelings hide when they do not want to be brutalized. I have, in the past, moved to the outside of me to find the light of truth, but I've also been pushed off the cliff, one to many times to anothers conception of right, to step there again. Its not anothers way that holds the truth. Its the internal beatings of our own consciousness and how we let go of its space that gives direction. Its the questioning that's key, as all knowledge or thought is past and if a thought thinks is knows, it is going to be a long an ardourus journey to find self calm.

I've opted to take what rings true in my heart. Move the passion in me to the love in this play of conscious madness and allow the words to fall at their will. To remember that it comes from nowhere, but the inner core, that silent space, mysteries door the interval between a thought. It's the middle way and we are it and so much more.

and with that and the immortal words of 'the Arnold' "I'll be back".

Something on Thoughts

Where to begin. As its been some time

since I've been here, January 18th to be exact.

Don't remember to much of the past of that moment,

only that some things are as they were.

I'm still watching its motion in this days play

awaiting the muse to give something new to set footprints upon.

It's a new day to shine light, cast away some darkness, live with no expectations. It should be so everyday, but its not for everyone. We truly want the new, we journey in this life for the awe filled inspiration we know that it can give. We touch on it sometimes within the blur of thinking thoughts: I'm going to change it, move it, forget it, re-arrange it, running it over in the roundabout... but does this truly work? Nope... Thoughts can be fresh and new, sparkling with elation, but dissolve within the old as dirts sorrow, holding us back, crashing us into how hard the steps will be. How will I carry the load. What will tomorrow hold? When?! Where?! Why?! Lions and tigers and bears! OH MY! This exaggerated projection creates a colliding swarm of emotions; casting, fear and an uneasiness to the unknown. Drowning ones truth in the mire of the uncontrolled... MIND. How heavy is your mind? How many stones have you gathered within your emotional pockets, called regret, anger, fear, self doubt, etc...

Now

be here
right here in these words
project nothing to the flow
just read the lines and breathe... real... slow....

relax...

now a smal sigh
allowing silence to settle between each line...
A moment to be without thoughts to unwind...

Breathe.


In each thought that pulls you to play in its drowning depths, breathe. Allow it to calm you... Thoughts are brought on from old worries, something that has been seen and re-seen... Yes, there are new problems, but the cause for their alarm is held in the worry stones... We carry a lot of stones, but we are not the stones, as the sand at the bottom of the ocean is not the ocean. Awareness is key to freeing the mind, be with your moment, not in your moment. Step lightly when the mind seems to be in control, express your thoughts after you have silenced the delusion of their projections.... You wouldn't stand inside the fire, but outside to feel the warmth in between the space you have created... Do the same with your mind, create a space of awareness in the moment. Don't think about this too much, just breathe....


Thought

Expression without delusion
breathes an infusion of love without need.
Expression with delusion breeds only confusion.

Awareness is key to being free from the mind
The present moment holds the answer
to this curious thought, be right here.

Label It Not - A Window to Discrimination

I truly, and with sound conviction do not like labels. I believe that once something ~ anything is labeled we have limited its structure. We move it into a corner where its easy to judge the way it falls.... I know, I know everything in life has a name. We are given one at birth. We are told that this is red and that is blue, the grass is green, this is old, that's new. We can't seem to get away from it. We have even labeled ourselves into corners of judgement, not good enough, not smart enough, I can't do that because, etc., etc. We hinder our own individual beauty and artistry locking up the heart of discrimination. The dictionary defines discrimination as - the power of making fine distinctions. In the practice of Yoga, discrimination is the key to self discovery. The key to making choices that bring stable tranquility. Yes, stable tranquility of the mind... How beautiful is that!

This piece was born to fall after a conversation with someone who was very down on themselves. Judging and labeling every aspect of their way. The mind a knot of not good enough. She said she loved my faith to life and wished she could have that. I asked about her happiness and the awe she found in living. She said she hadn't had that awe since she was a child. But the key is, she remembered the feeling. The unnamed, where wishes come true. The open window. The freshness that memory recalls. The empty minded place where true happiness lives. The awe filled moments that the evening stars inspire. The space right before winter has ended, when the streets are still iced and a feeling comes on the chilled breeze blowing a taste of spring... A million ways to expression, but it truly has no labeled name. In that moments space, lies the heart of discrimination ~ The finest aspect of mind and individuality without judgements label to hinder. I hope you enjoy.


A Place for Your Heart

Take not my perspective, you have yours to adore.
Each difference is captured transposing each core.

When perspectives do come without judgments raw claw
that's where you'll find waiting open windows and doors.

Take heart in this space be all that you are.
Love without judgment will always go far
For in each breath lies the rainbows decree
colors and faith runs free

Creation so changes, never stagnant unflowed.
moving through windows exploring its home.
Be each a rainbow any color you choose.
we all walk with faith if you believe you can't loose.

LOVE

What word would you then call it?
Things don't just fall alone,
but drop like rain when you don't need them.
Stars shine sometimes
as eyes stare to their ways of glitter.

What thinking do you have of their light?
Are we not cast by the same thought?
An intention to be brought through love
even at its cruelest it survives.