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Bodhi Tree
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 Posted - Nov 10 2010 : 12:39:02 AM
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Expanding, lifting, pulsing into the atmosphere
Breathing, refining, energizing around the cosmos
We skip and dance on clouds
We give space to gaps of mind so our soul can soar
We rest on our knees and let our head sit in the cradle
of God's hands.
The farthest point is surely the closest.
Lick your mouth and know the sweetness of nature's nectar.
How hard it is to finish when we're always eternally beginning. |
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amoux
United Kingdom
266 Posts |
Posted - Nov 10 2010 : 05:38:42 AM
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Nov 12 2010 : 5:02:45 PM
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What shall we return to, but our silent, sanctuary self?
When the world falls apart around us, and when
what we once held so dear, eludes our grasp,
then what do we have but an open palm, empty, asking:
who is suffering?
Yes, the heartache is there, and perhaps grief, uncertainty, anxiety,
yet below, and through, and around these feelings
is a penetrating presence:
a witness, strong and unshakable, like a divine ox,
plowing the fields of his mother's home,
growing more attuned to his nature by the day--
with each meditation and mindful step,
climbing the hill to meet his father,
arriving home in
his healthy, kundalini, awakened body. |
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sagebrush
USA
292 Posts |
Posted - Nov 12 2010 : 6:04:15 PM
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bohdi tree-
so wonderful in flowing with reading those words...
I don't know if I really ingested every word, because it was smooth like jello going in...and I am comforted by the part about each meditation and mindful and mindful step....
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faileforever
USA
190 Posts |
Posted - Nov 12 2010 : 6:45:47 PM
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Very moving and beautiful Bodhi..I cant stop licking my mouth..mmm nature nectar. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Nov 14 2010 : 04:31:38 AM
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There is joy in comforting a friend
as his face sags in despair, and fear emanates from his eyes,
like a little boy calling for relief.
There is joy because of the opportunity to ease his suffering,
to let him know that he is beautiful,
regardless of the horrifying childhood abuse,
he still shines with radiance, glowing with creative life.
I play the mandolin, he plays guitar.
He sings, I strum along.
He's gay, I'm straight.
Man to man, friend to friend, brother to brother, human to human.
We're all in this together, and ain't that the truth? |
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Neesha
215 Posts |
Posted - Nov 14 2010 : 07:12:30 AM
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| Hmmm this is really nice..... |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Nov 15 2010 : 12:27:06 AM
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Let the fingers dance as the prana flows from words to toes,
through the center, circulating, healing, transforming:
the way a leaf falls from a tree, slowly dancing to the ground
of its being, without much effort except a gentle persistence
succumbing to its own grace in descent to the forest floor.
Let the eyes be drawn in for a moment so the words can blast
away any doubt that we’re here for a divine purpose:
the way ocean waves respond when you ask them a question
that might not have a logical answer—
just the sound of surf floating on emptiness.
Ground our Self in glory unnoticed so we can balloon into life
less heavy from our resilient practice of sweet surrender:
a curve ball comes in a miracle line of unending devotion
to one-two-three strikes you’re in love with Qigong
and yoga all blended together to make a smoothie of sustenance for the soul. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Nov 17 2010 : 6:49:47 PM
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A wave of friendship washed across me,
where once there was a stagnant pool of fear
blocking my view, inhibiting me from receiving the grace
of the imperfect being before me.
We imperfect beings, walk a path of perfection,
dance on a line of duality and non-duality,
seeking to crumble like fresh bread into the mouth of God.
Release me! And let my mind-body melt into stillness
so the pain is but a frequency on the screen of witnessed life.
I'll ride the wave where it takes me,
and no longer hide from the shadow that follows my trail:
blazing, luminescent, warming-cooling-imploding-exploding
like a subtle smile knowing its home is boundless like
a meadow in the dawn that holds a baby deer drinking water. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Dec 01 2010 : 10:32:43 PM
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This Thanksgiving I saw the burning, torturous, imprisoning force of addiction
acting on old friends
as it once acted upon me.
To two of them, I introduced deep meditation and the jewels of AYP.
Like starving, parched, desperate souls wandering in the desert,
we, of the addictive persuasion, have come to the oasis
of the spiritual path and found companionship in silence.
In silence we are sprung loose from the bonds of fleeting pleasure
and instead find a gift that carries on, and on, and on:
full of pleasure itself, but renewable, recyclable, regenerative--
non-punishing and infinitely forgiving. |
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machart
USA
342 Posts |
Posted - Dec 01 2010 : 10:42:45 PM
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quote:
Originally posted by Bodhi Tree
This Thanksgiving I saw the burning, torturous, imprisoning force of addiction
acting on old friends
as it once acted upon me.
To two of them, I introduced deep meditation and the jewels of AYP.
Like starving, parched, desperate souls wandering in the desert,
we, of the addictive persuasion, have come to the oasis
of the spiritual path and found companionship in silence.
In silence we are sprung loose from the bonds of fleeting pleasure
and instead find a gift that carries on, and on, and on:
full of pleasure itself, but renewable, recyclable, regenerative--
non-punishing and infinitely forgiving.
WOW!... |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Dec 04 2010 : 4:47:12 PM
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To continue practice, when the external conditions seem most unfavorable,
when thought-streams voice themselves in demonic cynicism,
when your brother asks you:
will you finish what you started?
To see myself in everyone else, especially in who I perceive to be an enemy.
To treat others as I would be treated,
to stay in front of the karmic wheel and be released from its grip
of past hauntings and terrified guilt and begrudgery.
Know thyself and release thyself
in silence
everyday
throughout the day
in, up, down, and around the day.
“Be still and know that I am God.”
It’s just a tiny, miraculous, flowing lake of bliss that’s as near and distant as the star glimmering in a child’s eye, begging him never to leave the home of heart, even when the storms of adulthood cast him upon rocks, and even when he casts himself upon those rocks. And trumpets and gongs of AY AM sound silently across the boundless lake, giving form for a brief moment to the emptiness, so the mind can see that stillness is indeed everywhere. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Dec 16 2010 : 12:00:29 AM
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Standing on the street corner watching the walkers float on by
each with a radiant trail surrounding their stroll.
I'm handing out maps at a bus terminal
tracing the spinal nerve and surveying the skyline.
Massive forms of concrete-steel geometry
built on emptiness, housing the souls of evolutionary beings,
scaled in time and space:
What I want to know is when can we fly?
And when we fly, can we deliver the message of
freedom from suffering, freedom to soar through canyons
at infinite speed, redefining physics with each spontaneous motion.
I can hear the sound barrier being broken at Mach enlightenment,
shattering nervous system obstructions, simultaneously giving life
to luminescent vessels designed for co-creation.
Our cells of being dance, dance, dance in stillness. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Dec 23 2010 : 01:29:08 AM
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You never can predict this fountain of multi-prismatic geyser explosions
spouting forth flames of liquid crystal with mini-universes
coming from black hole tree stumps containing
the
secrets of the universe.
Yes, you never can, and if you could, what fun would that be?
I’ll tell you a story, and it will last for eternity,
but it will just take one moment, so listen intently as digital vibrations
escalate and cascade down vertical precipices of soothing darkness.
Light meets density and folds into the fabric of space-time
revealing that emptiness was both cause and effect of this mess--
made miraculous through instrumental design from the cosmic orchestra.
One shot from a fading Hollywood film portraying the beauty of liberation
brought forth onto a sheet of slides for us to drink with our eyes:
watching a motorcycle man and his goddess sail away
into a solar landscape of ecstatic bliss.
Our life is the movie, and we, the heroes. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Jan 12 2011 : 12:40:36 AM
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A cricket, do you hear him, far off in the night,
playing his legs across eons of jungles?
His loom weaves a song of silence.
He loves the night. Loves it because it's dark and hidden
and dying its death for our awakening. |
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