Poems

The bear necessities

Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities
Forget about your worry and your strife
I mean the bare necessities or Mother Nature’s recipes
That bring the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam, I couldn’t be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin’ in the tree to make some honey just for me
You look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants, and maybe try a few

When you pick a paw-paw or prickly pear and you prick a raw paw, next time beware
Don’t pick the prickly pear by paw, when you pick the pear try to use the claw
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big paw-paw, have I given you a clue?

So try to relax in my backyard if you act like that bee acts, you’re workin’ too hard
Don’t spend your time just lookin’ around for something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it, I’ll tell you something true

The bare necessities of life will come to you, they’ll come to you

Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities
Forget about your worry and your strife
I mean the bare necessities, that’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bear necessities of life

Cabella

Hopi Elders Prophesy

To my fellow swimmers:

here is a river flowing now very fast.

It is so great and swift,

that there are those who will be afraid,

who will try to hold on to the shore,

they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly.

Know that the river has its destination.

The elders say we must let go of the shore,

push off into the middle of the river,

and keep our heads above water.

And I say see who is there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history we are to take nothing personally,

least of all ourselves, for the moment we do,

our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over.

Gather yourselves.

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

For we are the ones we have been waiting for.

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COOL?

Is the Cool Breeze the Chaitanya?
Is this the Grace of the Divine?
Is there more than one type of Cool Breeze of the Holy Ghost?

Does Truth lie in the Vibrations?
Does the Cool Breeze signify the Truth?
Is the Cool Breeze authorized by MOTHER?

Is the Cool Breeze present in Yuan-Chi Tai Chi Chuan?
Is Yuan-Chi Tai Chi Chuan authorized by MOTHER?

 

The mind of a man searches outward each day.
The further it reaches, The more it opposes itself.
Only those who look inward can censor their passions, and cease their thoughts.
Being able to cease their thoughts, their minds become tranquil.
To tranquilise the mind is to nourish one’s spirit.
To nourish the spirit is to return to nature.
A Taoist Poem

 

Be wise, not smart.
Don’t judge, just speak the truth.
Don’t discern reality through thinking,
Discern it through experience.

True Love gives because She does,
And needs no answer.

Only the wise recognizes the fool,
Who tries to understand his life through his thinking,
But does not learn from his experience.

Our search,
For the answer to our questions-WHY?
The meaning of our lives,
The reasons for joy and sorrow.
All that is a search,
At which end we find our answers,
Through God within.

The one who wants to understand God with his mind is a fool,
Because he will never find Him.
But who tries to realize God with his heart is wise,
And will meet Him on the way.

The power of our minds to heal,
When connected with the Almighty Love,
Shows itself as what we call a “miracle”.
-*Steffi*
*Sent:* Saturday, June 18, 2005 4:33 PM

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Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling,
they’re given wings
Rumi, a Sufi poet

Choosing and Total Submission: Both Are True
This cannot be understood by the rational mind:
Every human bows like a slave in submission to the absolute’s creative will,
yet this does not deprive us of freedom or of taking responsibility for what we choose.
Rumi, a Sufi poet (Masnavi, V, 3097-98)

after meditation

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Yeats (1919)

From:     Robert Colman (22/12/2012)
Light and sound crash together in raging discord,
And one ear hears all things as melody.
One body moves through an endless night,
And moonlight sings to dancing clouds.
10,000 mouths speak together with one voice,
And bring forth the summer breeze.
Birdsong reverberates Heaven and Earth,
And dutifully, Mountains respond to it.

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Haiku

In the tai chi group
the old birds help the new one
fly south for winter.

The monkey sees, but
the monkey cannot do:
keep trying, monkey!

Everywhere in Japan, once a year, cherry blossoms fall into piles- Sakura.
So too did we fall in the ‘dance’. Graceful flowers meeting in the breeze.
We are beautiful and open. With fragile bodies as only time will attest.
And although we look the same, we are different, with different reasons to practise.
Max (7/12/2012)

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