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…

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.  

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.

Little by Little

The cat, sunrise and the unwinding yarn

It’s the time to unwind,
from the tangles of
the over-active mind.

Little by little.
Each loop entwined
within the tangled yarn unwinds.
I pick up the pieces of the story
that went out of sight.

Little by little.
Day by day.
It matters not
how long it takes.

Listen… can you hear the sound?
A dainty cat is wisdom purring.
‘Every flower blossoms in its own time.
Every petal’s perfect in its own right.’

Hide and Seek

rose and a boy

Hide and Seek

What is left when I am gone?
What is here, when I’m no more?
No more of what I used to be,
no more of what you see?

Am I less or am I more?

Tell me,
look at me and tell me,
what feels less and what seems more?

I need to know.
I walk beside you,
I walk alone.
I need to know.
Am I less or am I more?

We play a game of hide and seek
when we are small and as we grow.

We hide to seek.
We seek to hide behind so many doors.

Who dwells behind those many roles?
A wall so thick and strong,
I cannot see You anymore.

So many stories.
You are no less.
You are no more.
I seek to reach you.
You are my own.

No, I am not here to teach you.
Your own river takes you home.

I seek to reach you,
you are my own.

Triple Flame

Triple Flame Rose

I know that You know,
that however You respond to events in life
is entirely your choice.

You want to play a victim. That’s ok.
You want to be free of drama. That’s ok.

We’re all in this together.
When you choose to be free,
we all have a better time.
More fun, opportunities to play,
connect, grow, discover, overcome and
share the moments to remember!

The choice is mine.
The choice is yours.
The choice is his.
The choice is hers.
There is no right or wrong.
No shame, no blame.
The freedom of choice always remains.

To enjoy life together and apart.
To experience the pleasure as I overcome the struggles,
To live a meaningful life,
whatever meaning means to me.

Enjoyment, Pleasure and Meaning
I’m grateful for the Healing Power of a Triple Flame. 

My Muse

Head of Da Vinci Venus - Beautiful Woman

It’s a mystery, the source of all.
The subtle, precious essence,
stirring up creative forces bubbling inside. 

How, where, when, why… ?
Light must come out to greet the Sun. 
Particles collide.

I’m not the only one who loves the flow.

If that’s what rain feels to a tree,
A word, a thought will do, 
to move me from within,
to make me smile,
inspire me to write a verse or three.

A special bond, 
the alchemy called synergy,
it means a world to me.

With gratitude.
To my beloved muse.