Black River

Brigi, sitting by Black River

I journeyed to the ancient grove.
I came to be with you.
To immerse myself in body, spirit, and the mind.  

I sat beside you and I gazed.
I sat for hours, many days.
Until I fell into a peaceful state.
Until the moment I arrived.

Devoid of memories and thoughts.
Myself and You – in one eternal flow.

Little did I know.
Timeless is your flow.
The vessel of the primal force,
Dissolving all the flaws
that cause delusion,
And keep us ill-informed.

I sat beside you and I gazed.
I sat for hours, many days.
With Sunrays playing at my sight,
I received the song you’ve hummed,
Since the dawn of Light:

‘Come – come to me and quench your precious thirst.
Flow – flow, and overflow with precious joy.

Yes – You,
Beloved, precious You.’

All is Grace!

Flutterby

Butterfly

Butterfly!
You fluttered by,
with wings that spread worldwide.

I cherished your glorious sight,
I witnessed your farewell flight.

With the strength of a final few heartbeats,
You peacefully landed on my shoulder,
and folded your colorful wings.

Your essence rose with ease and grace,
towards the eternal plane.
Your earthly wings remain –
in memory of what is here to stay.

As I celebrate your life,
Your wings reach wider,
I smile and fold my hands in prayer.

Butterfly!
You fluttered by,
with wings that spread worldwide.

Happiness Incarnate

Happy children playing

Allow me to take you for a walk!

We begin our walk.
At some point I pause, take a deep breath,
and realize this walk has come to an end.
The ending is very familiar,
what comes next, less so.

As we grow older,
we gather more experience,
store many memories.
We tend to get into habits,
and develop predictable behavior.

Perhaps it feels comforting to know,
so we can ease the transition
from what has come to an end,
to the new, that is yet to begin.
Only, how can the new embrace you,
when most of ‘you’ still
hangs on to the old?

The absence of trust is a sticky affair.
We find ourselves in situations,
of compromising, complaining, avoiding, delaying;
Or, little by little the precious cocoon,
blessed by the light,
gathers the courage and continues the strive.

You see, fear is like the air we breathe, it is and it isn’t.
And so is the courage to acknowledge the fear and
continue the next step.
Somehow, something out of the unknown
encourages us to do so.

Naturally, not forced.
Because every event in the wild
teaches us that each flower blooms when
the plant is ready.
Every chick is hatched at a perfect moment.
Every drop of rain falls when the cloud is complete.

Society can be cruel; it makes it more challenging to remain
true to oneself.
When one doesn’t feel comfortable dancing to how one ‘should’
neither to how one ‘shouldn’t’.
What if there’s a different, more wholehearted way
I’m called to co-create this day?

I am not sure what got us to where we are.
As a society.
Seems to me the beauty we hunger for
through the old revered statues and famous paintings
is not the ultimate beauty our inner most self seeks to experience.

After all, isn’t it so,
that the creator of every master piece
fashioned his or her art
as part of their own, direct experience of life.
The outpour of inner beauty,
is a testament of celebration,
capturing the moment of precious realization.

So, at what point in history of mankind and in our life
have we distanced ourselves so much,
that we need to be reminded to return to the origins,
and open up to more light.

Dare I ask an important question…
Do you really need a candy to make you happy?
Or, can you still recall the days of your childhood bliss
when you were happiness incarnate,
even when completely dependent,
totally oblivious to what the future holds,
with nothing but bare feet,
sitting in the mud and smiling from your heart…

Jolly Octopus Dance

Happy Child Dancing

‘For a Good Morning, Good Day, and Good Night’…

…now add your own verse or two;
Go on now, don’t be shy!
Sing it out loud and dance

your heart out!!!

A Prayer

A girl looking at the river

‘To Black River, Black Rock & Red Flow-er’

May I be…

Soft and fluid like water,
Strong and solid as a rock,
A blessing, like a flower.

Open, like the sky,
Generous and warm, like the Sun,
Playful, like the wind.

Curious, always curious,
like a little green river frog.

And may I always know,
that I am a part of the flow.

And so it is.  

Compassionate Inquiry

Safe, happy childhood

A somehow juicy, fiery, compassionate inquiry!
Timely, by all means. ⚡️🔱

The following rendition of my thoughts is a by product of curiosity and observation of what’s been going on and on and on. The sequence of the flow may invoke a sense of irritation, with potential to lead you toward your own conclusion, hopefully, without delusion.

Times are such. as we watch some women and men in power spiraling down their mighty tower, toward a shady state of devolution. Hence, I come to question the progress of leaders and politicians. I recognize that more than ever, we need fresh new strength of lion- hearted, deeply rooted pillars, rising towards the light in many prominent positions!

The thought that often comes to mind: “If you can, shed your old skin. And if you have a chance, help educate the young! Give them space and life supporting tools, teach them necessary skills so they can recognize, realize, and live their lives aligned with higher truths. Be that pillar, help them rise above the current paradigm so they can build their own. The waves of change are here and running strong.”

Elemental force of nature
can rise and spill the waters across the banks
that lack a firm foundation.

What use is power if it cannot be contained?
What happens when the flow of force is used in reckless ways?

Give the child a box of matches,
Leave them in a wooden barn,
stacked with bales of hay.

Tell me!
Could you?
Would you?

Will you watch the fire as it burns your heart away?
You must think that I’m insane.

Alas, unless you’re misaligned with your cognition
nothing of such sort could ever cross your mind.

What is it then that pulls us into  
never-ending power grabs and dopamine-fueled games?

The same applies across the human race –
from a beggar to a queen.

Have you got the skills to wield your mighty sword,
with crystal clear intention?
Have you grown up and learned
to manage your own mood swings,
underlying thoughts, and spoken words?

How often do you sway when a situation doesn’t give you ‘your’ way?
How do you behave?
Is the urge of being right more powerful than being kind?
Do you ever pause, contemplate, and count your blessings?
Or, do you press on needing and possessing?

What does it mean
to have the banks of your foundation
sorted out before the force of nature is turned on?
Will the power sweep you off your feet?
Have you got the gravitas to recognize the tricks?
Will you hold the fort,
and show me that you have the necessary grit!?

A child can tell the rain from heil.
The noble quest for the holy grail,
will never go in vain.

#grounded #wise #safe #sane

Fear – beGone

Happy child with a cuppa hot chocolate

My answer came,
Clear and bright.
Like a lightning etched
across the sky.

Fear is like a ghost in dreams.
It feels real and makes me fret.
Then suddenly… I wake up.
Eyes wide open.
I scratch my head,
confused:
“Was that for real?”

Here comes the real deal!

Whenever fear is to arise,
Pause…. for a while;
Close your eyes – if you can.

Now remember; it’s a dream!
Take three deep breaths.
Hug yourself, real tight!

On ONE, TWO, THREE;
You tell yourself out loud:

“I am safe, I am loved.
I am safe, I am loved.
I am safe, I am loved.”

Eyes wide open, so is your heart.
Take your precious time and space
to soak and grow with care, in love.

A new and mighty ritual is what we need
to cast the fear away and shine the light.

PS… In case the grip is tight,
you make it nine❣️🤗

When the Mind Goes Blank

Reflection, face, empty head, clouds

“Who am I?”
Asked the image in the mirror.

I stood there,…
watching.

Wink wink.
The passing by of changing clouds.

I took another sip of air.
I smiled and she was there;
Smiling back.

“You and I,
we are the same.
What you see is what you are.
Every mirror is your guide.
Everyone is who you are.”

If that is true,
there is no You.

While all along
I thoroughly enjoyed
the game of Two.

Body Tales

Human Tree

Presence is a tricky affair;
I can only assume it
as I’m able to experience it.

Talking, writing – all comes through the mind.
But where does it originate?
If only within and with the mind –
Well then – that kind of presence sure is valid,
although incomplete.

What about my body?
How much can I stay present
as my hands, my feet, my heartbeat
when I converse with you?
Can I?
Or am I mostly taken over by the power of the mind?

Am I able to connect the dots or do I disconnect?
Because of fragile harmony
with the subatomic particles that form my physical reality.

Once in a while I need to get back to a dance floor,
to move, to ground, to express myself as the body.
Shake as much as needed,
for the power of the mind to settle down.

Computation of the mind gives sense,
Yet, it’s the body tales that guide us;
Without a fine tuned body,
I can easily assume the AI generated tale.

Wholeness of the body, soul & mind.
Soul as the sun shining through the eyes.
Body as the Earth with all its wonders.
And the mind like the ocean breeze,
carrying pollen from one flower to another.
weaving memories, writing stories, sharing thoughts.

Next time we meet,
let’s remember that our bodies speak.
Let’s give voice to that,
what we so often miss.