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.

It’s Groundhog Day

War Scene

These are the healing powers of written words.
They span beyond time and space.
I choose to use them well.

There is sweetness in freedom of choice,
With valor and beauty when following through.

You wish to live a life of service?
May I ask: ‘Who are you serving?’

How much more will it take?
How many more times will you strike
with the spellbound knife,
cut into humanity’s core, 
squint when our bodies bleed,
until you realize you have been fooled…

Dear fellow soul,
don’t you know?

Haven’t you realized by now?
You can never quench the thirst for blood.
It’s addictive, like opium and cocaine,
it will suck you in like the sinking mud.

Be wise, choose well, dear friend.
Two more weeks to Groundhog Day,
when shadows go or shadows stay.

Be the warrior in your own light.
Don’t make the same mistake twice.
The innocent will have to pay the price.

One loving heart is all we need to stop the war.
May that heart be yours. 

                @brigitree

Lightning May Strike

Girl in a cloak, staining, watching,, lightning, stormy weather

One can never be entirely sure
how the day is going to unroll.

It can start off as a simple,
well intended, 
clear my mind from all the busy thoughts
afternoon walk.

Before the clock strikes five, 
I hear the thunder.
I turn around,
the lightning fires up my spine.

On the sacred spot,
beside my favorite rock.

I stand there,
seeking refuge,
pouring out my prayers,
my gratitude.
To everything and everyone
I have ever been blessed by.

To my numinous fellow travelers.
So many of you have carried me through.
Many of our paths have parted,
as we journey on,
each responding to the whispers of our soul.

I am a tapestry of moments, 
woven together by the threads of my life’s components.
The sum of all your smiles,
your tears,
envies, desires,
shames and blames,
resentments, appreciations, admirations.  

All of it,
combined together
with the hint of your trust,
your joy, your fear,
your love.
All of it,
without a twine of doubt.

I am wrapped in the cloak,
woven by all of your strings.

Yet,
underneath that cloak I wear,
remains the untouchable, unclad,
timeless me.
The one wearing the cloak that soaked it all in.

Lightning may strike. 
Suddenly emerged from the shrouded azure hue.

To shake me, to wake me,
to ruffle my feathers,
reminding me of what truly matters.

Especially on days
when the cloak feels so dreadfully weary
and heavy to carry.
Like a beacon of much needed light,
sending a few wake-up shivers
up and down my spine.

Would I be here if it wasn’t for the love of some kind?

Would there be anything or anyone in this glorious world,
if it wasn’t for the sacred binding force that holds us all together?

The sky alight with bolts of fire, 
what secrets does the universe conspire?

A perfectly timed prompt,
reminding me to humble down,
to count my blessings,
to celebrate, appreciate the life I own.
I must respond.
Because I am the only one who knows.
The only one who can.  
With love, gratitude, fortitude, and grace.

There is a Peace…

SunHello

May the Holy Ones,
whose pupils you aspire to become,
show you the Light you seek,
give you the strong aid of
their Compassion and their Wisdom.

There is a Peace that passeth all understanding,
it abides in the Hearts of Those who live in the eternal.

There is a Power that maketh all things new.
It lives and moves in Those who know the Self as one.

May that Peace brood over you,
that Power uplift you until you stand
where the One Initiator is invoked,
until you see His Star shine forth.

Om

May we always feel the love in our hearts, behold the joy of the Self, and shine the light from within.

Infinity of 9

When we share the very best of ourselves we offer our greatest service and gift to this world.

I believe words have an immense power to capture our attention, touch and move our hearts, and transform the way we are as human being in this world. Just like a very special music and art. Your heart knows very well what I’m talking about.

I watched the beautiful story about a Man who chooses to live in full harmony with life the other day. His romance with numbers, with dolphins, fractals, patterns, flowers, connection to the wisdom of the infinity of possibilities, kindness of his heart, depth of his compassion moved my heart. His ability in staying grounded and humble despite all the riches of his brilliant mind. His understanding of life is profound.

It inspires me to think about the kind of art I choose to engage with. I expect nothing less from myself when it comes to what I am compelled to share with this world of infinite possibilities. Each moment is a choice, so let’s choose well my friends.

Thank you Michael.

‘Evolution is a process of iteration. There is no plan. It’s in each moment of what happens. My life is a process of iteration.’ (Michael)’

So much for today

Dependence vs Independence

Freedom loving, mighty tree

What does it mean to be independent and what is the value of dependence? Independence gives the ability to make certain choices. It means one is fee from outside control, not depending on another’s authority, livelihood, or support. To what extent though? What about being independent from certain habits and the influence of your mind – particularly when it no longer serves you well? Independence is also comparative; it depends what we are comparing our current state of being to? I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I’m not sure there is a state of being totally independent. It would imply that we live in isolation from everything and everyone else– no ecosystem, no food, no sleep, no air. It means we no longer exist.

Every organism in nature depends on few other organisms and their ecosystem to survive and thrive. Our bodies depend on the food provided by nature. The food we eat is brought to our plates, thanks to the effort of multiple processes and hands. We depend on the air that We breath, the oxygen generated by trees and marine plants in the ocean. We need clean drinking water to survive, and a peace of mind to sharpen our senses, so we can properly function in our daily lives. If it wasn’t for millions of tinny organisms living in our bodies, depending on each other and our composed mind We would not be alive.

When you depend on somebody in your life, when your dependence is reciprocated, you are also giving each other the opportunity to be dependable, so you can deepen your trust and improve the quality of your relationship.

On the other hand, what happens when one becomes obsessed with the badge of independence – is there something you are trying to prove to others in your life and if so – what is it and why? What is your opportunity cost and what do you gain if you continue this game?

Every experience in life comes to an end, but the source of the one who is experiencing all this can never be taken away. That which can never end, simply returns back to the source, until it is needed again. As many times as necessary until you finally realize you have always been here. It was all just a dream of the dreamer who dreams it all. Until the moment you wake up and see it for what it is – a dream and you are the creator.

Being humble, being grateful for being alive, here and now, for having been gifted this unique opportunity to play with your beloved ones, to express yourself, to learn how to flow like a river. To know that You are held by Earth’s gravity, no matter what. 

To be able to step outside your comfort zone that limits your full potential. Inching out, bit by bit, until you leave what serves you no more behind. Self-imposed limitations, ignorance, criticism, arrogance, resentments, sadness, fear of the unknown. 

Until you finally get a sense of real freedom, realizing that all this time You were being held and supported by so many caring hands, and loving hearts. Those that surround you those that came before you, those that are not even yet born. 

In peace, with joy, and sweet harmony! And if you find yourself waving the freedom flag again, which is likely to happen, just remind yourself to go back to square one. It’s ok to say yes, to be held and to hold, to be part of the flow and to trust.

I am held by the gravity on Earth, no matter what. Mother Nature provides enough for all of her children’s needs, I am her kin. I am a part of the infinite whole. No one can take what really matters away. I am being held and supported by many caring hands and loving hearts. Those that surround me, those that came before me, those that are not yet even born. I am supported by life itself.