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Earth Day 2012

Yonatan — 2012-04-22T20:05:03Z

I sit, no I

No toes, no teeth
No chard, no kale, no lemons.

Dreams

of mint
of lavender
and rosemary.
A volunteer squash
arose in my pepper bed - 10,000 years
of agriculture, the principle remains...

We are matter.

We grow from fertilized seed
in a womb.
We need sun and rain
and earth and air.
We need love
and kindness to Thrive.

Sometimes we need

to compete.
If a weed is pulled in a garden,
does anybody hear it's scream?

The unwanted are thrown
like a hand full of pebbles
scattered on a pond, their ripples
echoing in my pulse.

During Passover, the Jews shed wine
for the slain Egyptians. We slew
them nonetheless.

Sometimes we choose

not to choose and the pieces
fall where they may.
We are here!
We can choose!
Those who do not
oppose... allow!
Oppose!
Even with a thought or a prayer
it is okay to oppose!

There are no second chances

When death comes,
you're gone! No I,
no nose, no ear, no heart

Gone.

Will you pray on your deathbed
for a second chance at living?

Life

can be cruel (I see it in my beautiful garden)
self-interest,
the strong,
the desired survive.

We respond

to what is before us.
What is far
seems beyond our caring.
It takes

a movement past comfort.

Ignorance is bliss but I don't care,
there is something greater

I'd rather know!

Because in the heart of knowing,
is where we matter.

And in the heart of matter,
is where we're knowing.

Love Like Me

Yonatan — 2011-12-07T14:35:49Z

Did I really experience Love?
That is the only question you
will want
to answer on
your death bed.

Love like trees rooting drinking
Love like simple distant winds
Love like sweet adoration

Am I realy offering my love?
That is the only question you
will want
to pay attention to
as you breathe

Love like comprehention
Love like totality
Love like Now

Do I really have anything that is true but Love?
That is the question you
will have
to realize
as everything fades away

Love like sand beneath your feet
Love like treasure at the bottom of the ocean
Love like the absolute infinite

So what if you are grateful for your food?

Yonatan — 2011-05-30T21:51:13Z

Have you had the chance

to whisper a dream to God with your eyes

closed under the Texas sun?

Have you spread your devotion

flat like an iron before the Earth?

Did you wake up this morning

and realize the miracle of your breath?

Did you go to bed with

the whisper of eternity in your ear?

Have you given all your thanks

for the food you are eating

but slice away like screaming cats

the voices of millions who go hungry?

Did you steal and cheat and lie

and commiserate over the hole

in your sock over a latte while counting

your dividend?

So what if you are grateful for your food?

¹ Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:

² “Who is this that obscures my plans
   with words without knowledge?
³ Brace yourself like a man;
   I will question you,
   and you shall answer me.

⁴ “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
   Tell me, if you understand.
⁵ Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
   Who stretched a measuring line across it?
⁶ On what were its footings set,
   or who laid its cornerstone—
⁷ while the morning stars sang together
   and all the angels shouted for joy?

⁸ “Who shut up the sea behind doors
   when it burst forth from the womb,
⁹ when I made the clouds its garment
   and wrapped it in thick darkness,
¹⁰ when I fixed limits for it
   and set its doors and bars in place,
¹¹ when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther;
   here is where your proud waves halt’?

¹² “Have you ever given orders to the morning,
   or shown the dawn its place,
¹³ that it might take the earth by the edges
   and shake the wicked out of it?
¹⁴ The earth takes shape like clay under a seal;
   its features stand out like those of a garment.
¹⁵ The wicked are denied their light,
   and their upraised arm is broken.

¹⁶ “Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea
   or walked in the recesses of the deep?
¹⁷ Have the gates of death been shown to you?
   Have you seen the gates of the deepest darkness?
¹⁸ Have you comprehended the vast expanses of the earth?
   Tell me, if you know all this.

¹⁹ “What is the way to the abode of light?
   And where does darkness reside?
²⁰ Can you take them to their places?
   Do you know the paths to their dwellings?
²¹ Surely you know, for you were already born!
   You have lived so many years!

²² “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
   or seen the storehouses of the hail,
²³ which I reserve for times of trouble,
   for days of war and battle?
²⁴ What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed,
   or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
²⁵ Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain,
   and a path for the thunderstorm,
²⁶ to water a land where no one lives,
   an uninhabited desert,
²⁷ to satisfy a desolate wasteland
   and make it sprout with grass?
²⁸ Does the rain have a father?
   Who fathers the drops of dew?
²⁹ From whose womb comes the ice?
   Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
³⁰ when the waters become hard as stone,
   when the surface of the deep is frozen?

³¹ “Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
   Can you loosen Orion’s belt?
³² Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons
   or lead out the Bear with its cubs?
³³ Do you know the laws of the heavens?
   Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?

³⁴ “Can you raise your voice to the clouds
   and cover yourself with a flood of water?
³⁵ Do you send the lightning bolts on their way?
   Do they report to you, ‘Here we are’?
³⁶ Who gives the ibis wisdom
   or gives the rooster understanding?
³⁷ Who has the wisdom to count the clouds?
   Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
³⁸ when the dust becomes hard
   and the clods of earth stick together?

³⁹ “Do you hunt the prey for the lioness
   and satisfy the hunger of the lions
⁴⁰ when they crouch in their dens
   or lie in wait in a thicket?
⁴¹ Who provides food for the raven
   when its young cry out to God
   and wander about for lack of food?

If you’ve made it this far, I congratulate you.

There may be hope for us yet.

Service is a doorway

Yonatan — 2011-04-30T14:59:00Z

The day of institutions
falling by the wayside
is here. The Way
The Path of spirals, emeralds
crystals, The Earth Speaks, I

hear. Is here.

If I try, I lose, I listen
I know, I see, I don't, I
interfere, I miss, I abandon all
I arrive. No thought animation rather
animation wills thought. Animation wielded
by the sword of love.

MedMob Video click here.

Potential Morning

Yonatan — 2011-03-26T23:08:26Z

Listening to Bollywood dance music this morning and sitting on my couch
watching the leaves of spring take over the view. There hasnâ€™t been a day
like this in a while. Itâ€™s not that I donâ€™t feel an urgency of things to do.
There are still those. Whether itâ€™s reading â€˜Strategic Planning for Dummiesâ€™
or finishing up the newsletter I need to send out today. Iâ€™m taking a
grounding break.

Itâ€™s not going to be a long grounding break. I will do some practice soon.. I
will walk down to the farmerâ€™s market and meet Maya. Sitting on your ass
doing nothing is highly overrated. At least in MY mind it is. I feel much
better after a full day of doing than a full day of nothing. I think it
helps that I love my job. So I really donâ€™t find anything to complain about.
And then everything feels good. I donâ€™t find a need to create shortcuts. I
get to be creative.

Speaking of creative, I finished my collage the other night. It is perched
over my saxophone in my living room. Next to my drums. Next to the pieces of
bamboo in the corner against which (at their base) are leaning my flutes. A
little display of potential staring me in the face every day. Everyday an
invitation extended to the music and the dance. And the computer with the
Bose speakers (as I mentioned) playing Bangala.

Potential is looming. It is about to explode. For those who are ready. Who
are prepared with their boards to ride this wave of excellence through the
desert. It is coming. And we are going to take over the world. (Hi NSA
people, thanks for being interested). I am one of those optimists. Some
people think we are heading for calamity. That we will be fighting for our
food. They have guns (even some of my hippie friends!!!).

No, I think everything is going to be just fine. All we have to do is ride
the wave of creativity when it comes. Donâ€™t be afraid. Ride with all your
Soul. Ride with freedom breathing down your neck like a fire breathing
dragon. Ride without thinking of what possessions you are leaving behind.
Ride your wave out of the dream state. Itâ€™s coming for you. Jump onto that
board and ride the waves like the wind!

The Bamboo of the Mind 2

Yonatan — 2011-02-25T23:44:00Z

It is the very nature of peace that it cannot be disturbed! I was just sitting in the glory of the bamboo grove in my back yard (how did I get so lucky anyway?) I was meditating and having conversations with the elements. Along came walking on the path near me our delightful neighbor and her dog Flower. The dog, being a compassionate and playful one, came over and sniffed and gave a general doggy ‘hello.’ Carol, my neighbor apologized for the disruption to my peace.

As she called Flower and walked away I thought to myself, ‘Has my peace actually been disturbed?’ I supposed I could have created some disruption by thinking about how embarrassed I was to be caught red handed meditating in public. Or just been generally anxious at the lack of privacy I might decide that I have. Or, really, I could have a look and see that nothing actually happened except for a splendorous sunny afternoon and a walk. Nothing has disturbed my peace, EVER, except my own imagination of things and how they are or aren’t.

Byron Katie has a wonderful method of helping us to see how everything we believe in is true. And it’s opposite is true. And if you turn the objects around – that too is true (meaning – if you believe something about another then the same is true about you in some way).

There are so many ways in which I can convince myself something is awful. But is it really necessary? Is it necessary for me to convince myself of the awfulness of something? How beautiful would it be if we stopped awfulizing each other (‘awfulizing’ is a term stolen (borrowed) from Albert Ellis and Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy – that along with ‘musterbation’ are my favorites i.e. we don’t ‘have to’ anything).

So just remember, you don’t ‘have-to’ anything! You don’t have to consider something wrong or awful simply because all your life you’ve been told that it is. Even if I’m not getting what I want, it is not awful. There is always a blessing in everything (and believe me I’ve learned that the hard way, not from a book – but practice makes perfect).

Blessings y’all from garden planting season in TX!

Baby steps… baby steps…

The Bamboo of the Mind

Yonatan — 2011-02-09T00:26:00Z

The bamboo is clanking in the wind making sounds like a thousand wild geese. Texas has been cold. Outside my window dusk is settling and a storm is supposed to come. If I remember who I am, nothing can faze me. If I do not, well… you know how it is when you believe everything that goes through your head. Or your body for that matter.

Establishing a home has been bumpy. Recovering from nomad-hood is a slow process. Yesterday I was told the job I was applying for has many benefits including 25 paid days off per year. My mind froze. When is the last time I did anything for a year? I guess I’m hoping to. Though the thought of it is terrifying. As if excitement is dying and will forever be buried in my boggy past.

Ok mother, I know, I can hear your thoughts right now. ‘It is a whole new adventure,’ you are telling me. And of course, I know that. I’ve always believed in taking the path most terrifying to me. That is why I choose to try working with abused and neglected children. Why I flew to Costa Rica with $400 in my bank account. Why I’m here. Waiting. Allowing. Listening. Going for it. Move forward or die. That has always been my choice.

I gather my thoughts sometimes as if they were leaves in my garden and I was afraid of them flying away in the wind. At least I don’t try to make them stay on the tree anymore. I’d better be careful or I’ll end up sleeping with a compost pile; which is what most of us carry around in our bodies and minds anyway. Ease of release I heard the other night. Let the past fly away and the future disintegrate.

Today's Rain

Yonatan — 2011-01-15T16:54:28Z

The path
leads nowhere my front door
stretches for miles.
It is cold or I
would sit on the porch breath
in the air freshly
formed of cedars and green chard

A drizzle has taken
over the silent stony
path to the street,
the swings are still
in the yard. I've lived here
for two weeks no end
to the road at hand
no teleporter
to the captains lounge.
The screen
is blank no work
is calling I say
yet again I am
still and uninformed
as to where the water
is drifting

HOPE

Yonatan — 2011-01-11T03:27:00Z

I have been looking for a home recently. And I have been examining those ever present questions in the human being: “How will I be feeding myself? How will I maintain a roof over my head? How will I get everything that I want in this world?”

No matter how many pyramid schemes you may have come across, in our culture (no matter what the mythos states) it doesn’t matter how hard you work. It matters what you do, not how, or how diligently you do it. For the most part. A person may put his soul into working ten hour shifts at a recycling plant for $10/h. another may put in the same hours and make $75,000/year. The invisible poor - those who are not jobless and not helpless. They work for a wage that barely covers the costs of anything. They survive; not thrive. The whole banker-bonus-thing has brought this in to the public eye recently and yet they know that the power brokers owe them everything and they consider themselves untouchables.

I watched an amazing film recently. Not a dry eye in the house when it was over. It is called ‘Happy’ (www.thehappymovie.com) as the statistic goes, there is no difference between the happiness of those making $50,000 a year and those making $500,000. But between those making $5,000 and those making $50,000 there is a gap. The conclusion is ‘sure… Money can’t buy you love but it sure helps to make living better when you have enough to not have to choose between the pear and the raw cereal bar. Not to mention those who have to choose between a pear and canned beans (see the movie Food Inc. www.foodincmovie.com).

Conclusion? Capitalism is evil. Competitive existence is wrong. There would be more food to feed the world ten times over if we just stopped putting most of our resources towards killing each other. Now I know, that is a complicated issue and I’m not naïve about it. I just hope that in a hundred years people won’t have to worry about this kind of thing any more.

As I was sitting with/praying about what work to do and how worthy I feel and how guilty I might feel if I was making more money, I recalled how I ended up with the most amazing and compatible life partner I could ever have hoped for. I remembered that I looked inward and found that energy in myself before repeating the same mistake of chasing the dream (and my projections) outside myself. And so I applied the same principle. Within me is the energy of the work I can do that will bring me everything I want and more good than I can or have the ability to imagine. This is the law of attraction… become the vibration within and the same will certainly manifest without.

Hope

is the realization

that within you

beats the heart of God!

It is not a dream

It is not a Godsend

AMNESTY

It is not a weakness

of your enemy

It is not a future

without pity or remorse

of terrorizing the emptiness

within you –

Revenge

of the Gods on the

Devils!

It is not home

not a predator

abandoned to horror

It is not safe

abandoned to be

alone

It is not a handkerchief

laying alone

never used

never blown

It is not the weird

unstoppable power of

A SWORD

all mighty

given to Adam

to stop evil

from ever happening again!

It is you

and a point

of a pin

without hope

without regret

without sorrow

without breed

without death

without giving

without deed!

Unfinishable Towers

Yonatan — 2010-12-28T01:23:00Z

Here in
the desert I
may control the wind
by putting up a shelter
Alone
on a hill
with a medicine wheel.

Who is in?
The house
air. a bed. a sink. no
occupier I
have the courage to face
that reality. All projections
fade away though
they claw at each other
for sanity

There in no 'thing' - compassion.
How can it be different?
There is no 'thing' - love, beauty
a friend, intimate
as being is with itself

Stepping stones in a pond
I am fond of that image.
This expression of the Divine
Is. Why? Love!
The love that is. Between things.
not the love that isn't.

The puppeteer
manages the lives
of lovers, one
in each hand.

The lovers love
the puppeteer master
loves. All together
they are one
and the love that isn't -
is.

I take a screwdriver
to my brain - removing
the grotesque
skeletons of unfinishable towers
built on zero
foundation mounds of dirt
covering my true beauty

A painter paints a picture
A carver a sign
bolts engaged by the master craftsman.
I came to this world with everything
I'll ever need. Complete
ready and programed for love.
As did you. I imagine
sometimes I need a plane
to crash into my towers
no matter how much I babel
on about pain and shame
and insult. But I...

will not build new towers.
My ground
zero clean
up crew will excavate,
plant trees and return
The Earth to her native born.

There,
I will dwell.
There,
I dwell!

Shake a tree
and leaves
fall, shake a person
layers of fat
and plaque
will fade
away. Some mourn
in the autumn
though most appreciate
the beauty of this necessary death.
And in the heart of winter,
the sun is born again. A new
life and a new year to make everything
simple again.
What genius
in the world around me!

Ojai, CA

Yonatan — 2010-12-18T18:22:00Z

Luscious green outside and rain like the silence enfolded in the pacifying
mountains around me. Oh to live like this! And yet I am called to the city
of my dreams. To power and drive. To people and bustle. But Oh to live like
this in a sacred house where people welcome you before they know you.
Knocking on doors late at night and hugged out of the rain. I have been
asked, 'what is prosparity?I don't even know how to spell prosperity! I
know it is not a shotgun protected house and guard dogs. That has been the
dream.

In this moment I'm not taking a step back. Nor forward. But I want to. I
want to define, I want to do and I want to make manifest All Glory! A
temple! an offering of the Universes Heart to me and all the other me-s. I
want to offer to people a chance to heal their wrongs and to cry in the face
of Light's Passion.

My new prosperity is spreading love. Allowing it to seep into the tiniest
hole a crack in the dark that surrounds people. It filters down finding its
way through the sun-less maze - one tiny spark going in is all it takes.
When it arrives at the heart, with renewed force and vigor it pumps blood
through every dormant system and you begin to know what it means to be
Alive. To be empty and vibrant. Like an atom. Like a sun.

In this moment there is truth. Sure. In this manifest moment. In this
moment there is home. But beyond that, there is no home. And there is no
such thing as truth. My aspirations for lofty states is crumpling like so
many ideas scribbled on scrap paper. It's not the blank sheet I'm left with.
Its 'no-sheet'. ROFL.

Back in Time not Time

Yonatan — 2010-12-09T04:07:15Z

Back in

the business of

deluxe fabricating realities

anomalous scandals,

betraying endeavors

that turn into blessings.

Back in the synonym

Business. Words to express

my reality as it is,

not successful

but synonyms will do.

for now.

Back in

a stable chaos

of *not* looking

for who I am

for what I do

and where my sustenance

Is.

Back in

a Love

of learning of expressing dancing

heart in out forward back

To were? To whom?

Back in

laughter in a hollow universe

where the echo vibrates on

stands alone

sings to all

its reflections

Body and Mind

Yonatan — 2010-04-10T18:15:00Z

I have a view of pristine forest and a vast oceanic expanse. The sunsets are red, marvelous, uplifting, Divine! The house is open air – no windows where the view is just wood to stand on and half a wall dividing the living room from the bedroom. Outside is a garden filled with little pineapple bushes (did you know pineapple grows on bushes?), bamboo, papaya trees and other herbs and plants. There is also a coconut opening station!

All this has proved to me once and for all that wherever you go, there you are! Can you believe I feel restless when I lay on the hammock? Can you believe that I walk around looking for something to distract myself from myself? Chocolate, watermelon, tobacco, Maya, TV, anything to not experience the noise, mental badgering and self dialog that is constantly on rampage inside.

It is similar to a silent retreat in that way. You get to really see what is going on inside. The actual answer to, ‘why am I not happy?’ At least at retreats there is structure. The mind likes structure. It knows what it is doing next and it’s at least quiet on that front. Here it is just me. Me and nothing. No direction, no need for anything, no chore to do. What is so scary about that anyway?!

So I decided to blog.

The Market Place

Yonatan — 2010-02-16T22:23:19Z

I am writing. I am writing to tell a story, but not a short one. Though it
will be told in short. I will tell a story about a market. The market is
closed but it is adorned with decorations meant for a celebration that will
never happen. The owner of the market is a great supporter of the current
nominee for mayor of this small town. They have been friends since they
were five years old when their town was a small fishing village without a
white person in sight. Today it is a haven for sex-tourism and the violence
and drugs that go with it.

His mother told him that after helping his father with picking hooks from
his nets he met another boy doing something similar. The families, though
living in the same small town for a long time, never connected. There was
distance due to some ancient feud nobody really knew or cared about. The
boys connected and the families very easily forgot about any inherited
distrust.

They chose different paths - business vs. politics. Of course one
necessarily involves knowing much about the other, especially when one is
successful. Their relationship and success complemented their friendship.
The market supported the nomineeâ€™s desire for change. The market wanted
freedom from power thieving paid off clerks and so did the candidate. They
all thought something could be changed.

John F. Kennedy said that when you donâ€™t listen to words of protest you make
violent protest necessary. Violent protest was about to become something
seriously considered by the members of this community. Indeed considered by
members of many surrounding communities. This is how civil war begins. But
it hasnâ€™t yet. There is still some hope and not enough despair. People have
things they care about and need to protect. Rebellion is born of despair and
knowing that what you can lose is so much smaller than what you could gain.

Just so in spiritual awakening. Awakening is more about rebellion than
anything. It is about overthrowing the burdenous lust of the mind and ego
into freedom. When you have tried everything polite society has to offer and
still youâ€™ve been tricked and the election was rigged. When drug lords have
paid off the police in your head so that the hooker inside of you who is
needing her cocaine is willing to sell herself for a moment of safety and
some bread and water.

Celebration at the market was squashed. People were shot. Nominees and
owners alike fled. They told the people to be calm and stay at home. There
is a time to live and a time to fight oppression. In the world that is. The
Middle Path is not in the world. Peace is not created by a sense of
separation. Peace is created when people come together and learn and heal.
It is true that in the end it is not the fight that solves things. It is the
dialog, seeing into the mirror, dying in your opinion to merge with all
points of view. Love. Acting with love. Empires collapse when your actions
are from love. You might die. You may not be successful and you may not
overthrow anything but you will have learned something eternal. And in the
long run of human history you will have made more of an impact on peopleâ€™s
souls.

We fight with love, our oppressor is our lover. Our oppressor is the one who
is separate from us. It is our pain.

Crab's Eye View

Yonatan — 2010-01-20T14:51:00Z

Earth and Fire and Water

Yonatan — 2010-01-20T14:31:00Z

A desire to churn

To embolden

The tired.

The dreading.

The timid.

Spending time with

admiration. Left me angle –

Small dark corner to

the cobwebs.

Living leavened bread

from desert springs

not for all. Who by fire?

Who by boiling water? Who

by mass of crumbling ash?

Who to starve?

There is nothing new

under The Sun. Night and day

inspiring life in a pinpoint

of light. Marking Transition.

Where the gap

begins, where

it ends.

Not Earth and Fire and Water.

Not Air not Mind. They will betray

you all. Before the curtains draw.

Before the hero comes,

and after triumph.

Naked you came.

Naked you depart. The road

of excess leads

to the palace

of wisdom. And to the liberation

of the heart!

What Is!

Yonatan — 2010-01-09T19:48:00Z

What is

Love when it washes

away blood flesh

bones when

shedding is bursting

quiet like moles

What is

love when it suckles

light for space

The Gardener my mother

my twin enamored

with what I’ve come

from me

What is

love when it livens

rooting nourishes grounding

catalyzes becoming cauldron

grail life-full

fountaining breath

because…

What is

love when it sitting

beside dying transitions with

always there kissing never

lonely always one always

alone ?

Love!

Yonatan — 2010-01-02T22:16:00Z

Talking again… ten days of silence and talking again seems quite natural. But I have gotten a little overwhelmed. Needed to just sit in the shade for a while at the beach taking pictures of crabs.

It is cliché to say that love is always there... waiting, abiding, hanging out without notice of what is actually going on. But it is true when you experience it in the deep silence of your soul. It is the essence of ‘just being’. Romantic love? Nothing but a concept - but not in a bad way. In a liberating way! No need to expect that something other than what is will happen. Be it joy in your companion, desire, annoyance… whatever… no fear. And that is true with anything I guess.

Yes, anything… everywhere… when you unlock the garden of mystery inside and give yourself time for the mind to quiet down, you can discover what a true meeting is. When to people who know who they are smile at each other it is like a thousand mountains laughing, and my heart is still reverberating that gem. I don’t think it will ever have the need to stop.

The ego has so many ‘buts’ – really it is all it knows. It has tried to convince me that the ineffable and boundless wellspring inside of me is boring. Nice try…

So anyway… here I am… nothing to do… nowhere to go… I guess I’ll just welcome what so ever comes across my path with my full and undivided love and attention. Lol!

Thank you Universe!

Pachamama Lazy Afternoon

Yonatan — 2009-12-14T23:04:00Z

Shakti as

a clay statue is

staring her arms

meet her hands

form a circle

at the base

her torso

emphasizing power of

Goddess

Her eyes are closed.

There is a woman

sitting with one foot

on a table, her fist

supporting her

forehead she rests

now alone

I don’t know The Goddess

she, like me, might dwell

in a sand box playing

with trucks

or am I still

only a child?

A blue lizard

is now gazing at

the tree Shakti

has rested

her weary bones upon.

Recognizing the Present Moment

Yonatan — 2009-12-01T22:29:00Z

I was sitting a few nights ago. We sit in silence every night as a community for 45 minutes. All seeking stopped. It was simple and yet, there was no making sense out of it. I suppose desire was still there but I wasn’t longing. The pain of longing was saturated with the knowing that what I was sitting on was god. Sometimes when this happens I can feel myself fight it.‘No!” I exclaim “I want fireworks!” But there was only that deep peace that comes from being filled with the nectar of the gods. I guess the grass is always greener to the thinking brain! LOL!

There are no trumpets when you enter the present moment.There is no meaning in you. the biggest block to this moment is the fear of annihilation or meaninglessness that come before what is silent. When there is only chair… bed… cushion… bush… creak… grass…there is no OMG involved – silence and life need not proclaim themselves to themselves.

In what is silent there is no I and yet there is also I. But it is an I that is friends with the bush outside your window, recognizing that it is the same life within – different branches of the same tree. You and the stars, you and the volcanoes of Hawaii – simply branches of the same tree!

Don’t expect any trumpets when you arrive. Expect the personality to defend itself by feeling bored! Follow your bliss… sure… but also follow you boredom. Until it leads you to your quiet. And in your quiet there is nothing to do and the memory of I simply fades in to nothing until only living love remains.

It is thinking’s job to protect the self – an evolutionary mechanism if you will. It protects us from dying by conditioning us to fear or love certain things causing pleasure or pain. It is an important mechanism of survival for the unconscious human. There are many ways to move beyond thinking.All the spiritual techniques that have been invented are essentially tools for this. Thinking continues to adapt to them – true to its purpose of protecting the self. Sometimes a technique we try brings us to a source of peace. We then spend our lives attempting to recreate this experience when thinking has already adapted and it is preventing the very peace you are seeking by attempting to grasp it and contain it.

Whatever practice we do doesn’t matter. What matters is our ability to shift our awareness and rest in the unknown. This unknown burns like a fire. We need to keep tending the fire in order to produce heat. We do this with our awareness of the unspoken/unspeaking. In meditation this is to rest in the knowing of who you are. The thinking brain protects the self by distracting awareness with fears and desires. Our task is simple. Remain aware of who you are (the pre-verbal experience not a definition) no matter what you are doing and where your attention rests. Have it be like an intuitive voice inside even when your thinking is grasping at heat as if it could contain it – even when your thinking is attempting to define what it is knowing. You need do nothing else. And eventually there will be nobody to even do that once the burning has lit the way.

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The day of institutions
falling by the wayside
is here. The Way
The Path of spirals, emeralds
crystals, The Earth Speaks, I

If I try, I lose, I listen
I know, I see, I don't, I
interfere, I miss, I abandon all
I arrive. No thought animation rather
animation wills thought. Animation wielded
by the sword of love.