I hear no thing

 

We speak.

Towards strengths.

What we think.

Not what we feel.

 

Feelings are ours.

Our experience.

Not generally to be shared.

To learn, what set the hook?

 

We ponder less.

We consume more.

Trash in trash out.

What do we listen to?

 

Only in the silence.

In the cave was Elijah’s answer.

The still small voice of God.

How many stopped listening?

 

In self-importance to bathe an ego.

We falter and fail eventually.

Trusting the altar of man.

Into the dust we return.

 

For the followers of faith.

Love is common like air.

A natural state of being.

Listening in the silence.

Returning to Bliss.

So easy and so hard.

Close your ears to chaos.

Turn to the quiet.

 

God’s voice can be heard.

In the silence away from cacophony.

In beauty, in rain, stream and waves.

Listen for the voice; always whispering…

 

The ego.

Constant trickster.

Listen to it and all ends.

Sanity leaves and chaos ensues.

 

Satan is aptly named.

Adversary: only the self.

What demon tortures more?

What worm tongue shouts louder?

 

Calm the mind.

Go into the darkness.

Uncover the light.

See again and be at peace.

 

Quiet the mind.

The universe awakens.

Its aid is peace and light.

We return to Bliss and love.

 

Love to all.

The window is clear.

The mirror is cleansed.

Reality returns to light.

Dance only when asked

 

Cadence and rhythm.

Step and misstep.

Direction forward and back.

Lost is best avenue for found.

 

We search when we should sit.

We tarry when we should move.

Out of step and out of rhythm.

We dance the dance of chaos.

 

Yet this is the start.

Not knowing where, how or why.

We give up and let go.

The Creator finds us.

 

Be still and sit.

Retreat and listen.

Feel this life don’t think.

I made you, I am your guide.

 

To finally listen is Bliss.

Chaos parts and peace ensues.

The ego lets go finally knowing.

I was never here all along: I am a phantom.

Observations in Poetry

 

Moving along.

A path, a vision.

Who’s though?

Ours or implanted?

 

The creator creates.

We are That’s child.

We too must create.

It is our being.

 

What will We create today?

A better body?

A better mind?

A better soul?

 

We watch from the doorway.

At times we do this.

Other times we stroll through.

That’s when we are set.

 

Distractions fill our minds.

Time to return to Bliss.

Return to creating.

Time to grow the life we lead.

Observations in Poetry

 

Observer.

From where?

And then to where?

So much information.

 

To make sense of life is folly.

To follow the Tao is wise.

Secrets are revealed.

Understanding is supplied.

 

The chaos is manifold.

Bizarre behavior and strange beliefs.

Contradict in the mind.

The Way is the way.

 

Pulling up a chair.

Rocking on the front porch.

Watching the carnage and collapse.

Too busy in the mind no time in the heart.

 

The still mind is filled with Bliss.

Release the ego and ideas.

Joy and peace come about.

The mind of the infant.

 

Like a sponge we watch.

Guided when need be.

Forever on our own.

To wonder in awe and merriment.

No Country for Old Men

 It is a surreal experience for "teachers" of esoteric knowledge to take the low road.  That low road is filled with ego when "we" the teachers withhold information that could "be dangerous" to others.  I laugh as looking at a child.  They have made themselves overlords of the truth.  This is precisely how the pack wolves of a free and vibrant Christianity(stick any religion in here) changed to a herd of sheep.  In this case thanks to the Holy Roman Empire; the ones who burned all the books in the great Library of Alexandria.  Our wonderful brethren taught others how to burn books, hide the truth and thus solidify power.

(From thatankhlife.com)

When we separate humanity from its wisdom and force or control the direction, we have a funneled path toward the obliteration of the spirit.  Yoked, yet once again to the profit of others ego, money or other weakness of the mind.  Eastern Mysticism has the alternative to release and let go.  Release desire and end suffering.  Release the mind and receive guidance from "The All" as the hermeticists call the "God " figure. Maybe Yoda was /is indeed more correct.  Our limited minds can understand calling something like "God" the force. Yet even getting down to the receptive mind of the infant.  All new, all awe all sensing.  Think of a baby secured to a surf board. Trusting in the "way"  the Divine takes you where you need to go and you end up safely coming to shore.

Image of Lao Tzu from stillnessinthestorm.com

Thus the wise from time immemorial have chosen the path of seclusion and withdrawal from an insane world.  For their gems fall into the swill of hogs.  Wasted by a corrupted source and corrupting all men and women. If you cannot fully withdrawal then focus on feeling the life and meditating.  Even while walking, meditate.  Watch the watcher, that part of you that observes you.  Withdraw in so that you may shine out.  

Life like Meditation

 The continued pursuit of undoing already done “damage.” As the adage goes ,’dont take meditation into your life. Take your life into meditation.’ 

There is the paradoxical struggle with the ego to let go and at the same time to be aware. Forever is the battle to sense, breathe, feel and being aware of same without thinking of being aware of a thing. 

Having the sensation when attempting to balance that “I’m going to fall,” and we fall. If instead we said,”I’m going to balance” would we have? As in the movie The Matrix we are reminded about the scene where Neo breaks the vase in the Oracle’s home. In the end it is all consciousness so worrying about it is superfluous. We move along.

In the current of the stream we surf and swim. We do not focus. We feel our way via this unknown guidance we “know” is correct. Seeking always to let go, face each fear and dont think. Trust and have faith in the process. Its all good, its all perfect , its all as it should be…