Constricted, turbulent
waters burst free and merge
with open, welcoming harbor.
Darkness and free-floating terror
vanish at the sight of you,
my ever-faithful Lover.
A tiny, golden fish
swims serenely to the sea,
trusting You forever.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | October 19, 2014
Swimming Free
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Posted by: Jivani Lisa | October 13, 2014
Make it Happen?
“I like things to happen; and if they don’t happen, I like to make them happen.”
— Winston Churchill
Well. When I first read the above quote, I thought, “How arrogant and presumptuous.” But that attitude is, of course, the typical attitude of Western society in general. Go, go, go! Do, do, do! MAKE it happen.
That attitude is the opposite of what’s required on the spiritual journey, where the main task (for most of us) is learning to let go, to be quiet, to listen. To let God be the doer. In Yoga, it’s called Ishvara-pranidhana – “surrender to the Lord.” It’s trusting that we make the most “progress” when we allow God to lead. That doesn’t mean we sit back and do nothing. But it means we can be patient and wait for God’s timing.
Posted in Spiritual Life, Yoga | Tags: Ishvara-pranidhana, letting go, patience, Winston Churchill
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | October 8, 2014
What’s True
Run off! Have fun!
You know you want to.
Maybe. Sometimes.
But I want what’s true.
What’s true? Nothing.
Just look around you.
I trust. God’s real.
Each moment is new.
Bullshit! Mind games.
“Contentment” on cue.
Shut up! You lie.
Love knows what to do.
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Posted by: Jivani Lisa | September 30, 2014
Bittersweet
I sense you there
in the distance —
flowing eternally,
calling gently.
You soothe
my endless yearning.
Bittersweet,
a love that calls
for death.
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Posted by: Jivani Lisa | September 28, 2014
Evidence
Clumps of white rose
petals strewn upon
red brick path —
evidence
of yesterday’s wedding.
Hopes and Dreams
blossomed here.
I turn and take
narrow, winding
earthen path —
evidence
of this moment’s calling.
Steps and Breath
present here.
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Posted by: Jivani Lisa | September 27, 2014
Heron
Heron
swoops in
before me,
wings rustling
the wind.
Light footsteps
barely brush
fertile earth.
Feathers fluff,
eyes take in all.
A quiet, gentle
spirit is.
Then beak jabs
soft ground –
some small snake
captured.
Heron shakes
and shakes
his head
to effect
sure death.
A good meal
on a clear day.
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Posted by: John | September 22, 2014
This Little Cub
I have two years on this little cub….
This little cub and I,
we’re still able to fly.
This little cub and I,
we can still make it into the sky.
With this little cub,
I’m still willing to try.
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Posted by: Jivani Lisa | September 21, 2014
Heaven
“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” –Henry David Thoreau
Recline upon the earth
gaze upon blue sky
breathe with the clouds
thin, white, layered
floating one way
below
opposite way
above
and a tiny wisp
hurrying to catch up
See into a realm
hear rustling leaves
know the Presence
true, sure, holy
always within
bodies
surrounding
pure souls
with endless love
given not counted
Rest the tired mind
open the heart
trust what is seen
Heaven is everywhere
Just look and believe
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Posted by: John | September 16, 2014
Bend
If you don’t benda
your agenda,
you could enda.
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Posted by: John | September 11, 2014
Under Canopy
Skydiving. I’ve made eight static line jumps and one tandem free fall. So I’ve been under canopy.
I’d like to be under canopy,
just the sky and me.
Think of all I’d see.
Maybe then I’d be free.
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