Trump was the president
I didn’t know why
He was arrogant and ugly
and everything he said was a lie.
Why
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Purr….
Sometimes while meditating
I think if I were a cat
I would be purring.
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What I Have to Offer
Heed
We must heed:
It is greed and not need
that make the deed.
Yes, indeed.
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Yin/Yang
This orb, orange and blue,
sun and moon – yet an eye
appears to be – streams
through space and time,
a perfect balance, harmony,
of fire and water. Yes,
a union of opposites living
within and without. See.
All that can be perceived has but one main purpose:
to be perceived. (Yoga Sutra 2:21)
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Memorial Day 2017
We also remember those in biblical times and modern times that died in spiritual battles in Jesus’ name. We remember all those before us who are now Saints cheering us on…..
The Catholic Church calls this the communion of saints. It includes all those, living and dead, who are soldiers for Christ. Spiritual battles are more real than any other type of battle because they are going on all the time. Even in Yoga, we have a series of “warrior” poses that build strength, flexibility, stamina, and balance – to enable us to fight. I’ve had students ask me why we have warrior poses when Yoga is supposed to be about peace and love. Well, it’s because of the spiritual battles that we need to be strong enough to fight.
Yes, we remember all those who have battled on earth and are now with Christ cheering us on. If they did it, we gain courage to believe we can do it, too, when we stay connected to the Lord. He is the vine, we are the branches.
There are people among us walking around feeling suicidal for years without acting on the thoughts/urges. THAT is an intense spiritual battle! These soldiers know that suicide would be the easy way out. It would be running from the battle, going AWOL.
May we stay and fight for as long as the Lord keeps us here.
Posted in Nonfiction/essay, Spiritual Life, Yoga | Tags: communion of saints, saints, spiritual battle, warrior poses in yoga
Win or Lose
Hen pecked and rooster bruised
No matter how we pick and choose
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.
We go thru life without clues.
Posted in Poetry
Sanctuary II
Can the silence of the sanctuary serve to shape
my soul to soar to greater heights?
Or will I sink to even lower levels in my life?
I’ll explore surrender rather than a fight.
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Special Navy
Did you know that Perdue – the chicken company – has its own navy?
Yep. Chicken ships.
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Soaring Prayer
I pray that you might catch
a blue sky thermal in your glider ride
of life that will lift you up
out of the doom and gloom of the ground
on which we all stand and carry you
to new heights amidst the puffy white clouds.
Posted in Poetry, Prayer/Meditation