Mindfulness Monday

“It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters,”
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations

monday meditationWaking on the wrong side of the bed,
declined by despair.
Living life in the fold of love,
on a wing and a prayer.
Counting every blessing
as dust falls from somber eyes.
Equanimity grows louder
leaden mood vaporized
Reaching out to the moment
and letting tranquility flow.
Shadows get subjugated,
I’m lit up by an inner glow.
Each waking moment on this planet
has severity of its own.
Looking around at transformed Earthlings,
I realize I’m not alone.

You Lived

“maybe death
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–”
Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
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You were
full of despair
the night
you crashed
your car.
Your lover
had just died
and you couldn’t
bear the thought
of going on
another minute
without him.
You wanted
to die too.
But you lived.
You lived to
show us what
beauty looks like
from the inside
with soft spoken
and a smile
that lights up a room.
I know that
many times
you wish
you’d died
because you
were left
with so much
and your form
was changed
and bent
and hurt.
But you lived.
You lived to show
us how to occupy
deep gratitude,
even through the pain.
You remind
us each day
what beauty
looks like from
the inside
with soft spoken
and eyes
that have known
great sorrow,
yet they still shine!

Color me in Sunlight

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

sunlightColor me in sunlight
radiant and alive.
Grow me into kindness
keep my hope revived.
Let Your fragrance melt away
all my bitterness,
that joy may stir me into
breathless eagerness.
Restore faith within me
so I may run to Your arms.
Extinguish my disquiet
and save me from life’s harm.

I will remain in Your presence
while You live in mine.
Sup at Your banquet table
in splendor I will dine.
When darkness does descend
on my sanctuary of tears,
turn it into compassion
so that praise is all I hear.
Grace flows extravagantly
into my lower form.
Surround me with Your glory
and quell each inner storm.

When you give up your dreams

“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Image may contain: sky, outdoor and natureWhen you give up your dreams
it’s like a blow to the head
a punch in the stomach
a constriction of your breath.
All that you see is a faint light in the distance,
so distant
that you squint just to see it.
You stand in the darkness
terrified of life
unsure of existence,
like a dead person in temporal insanity
floating in a starless Universe
a hopeless vagabond
confused by what life is supposed to be.

Then you plummet to earth
and the stars in your head are all that you see
when you give up your dreams.

But a flash in the dark
a beam of great light
transforms your fragile heart,
you heal!
Set free from the longing of what
you thought life should be.
Loosed from despair and
liberated from your ranting.
Transported to a place
where dreams are released.
Your only expectancy
is the light of the day
and the knowledge of the night.
You live like the trees
rooted in terra firma
at one with the sun.

Then you summon the stars
and submit to their silence,
tossed by the wind
unfettered by pain.
Your communion is the birds.
The verdant fields are a balm to the ache
that was once attached to your heart.
Silent words write themselves in the stars
to call out your destiny.
Tears touch the earth
as they quench
your parched yearning
and you begin to dance
in the glow
of your own splendor.

With great joy you become submerged
in cascading waters
sparkling and
alive with vibration.
You become surrounded
by the magic of living.
The song of the ocean is one with your soul.
Your dreams get buried
in the folds of the mountains
in a timeless void
to be turned into dandelions
to fly like the wind!

So give substance to that gale
that empties your senses
and brings you to life.
Have joy in the heavens.
Let your breath magnify
every living thing that surrounds you
to the glory of just being.
Acceptance of what is given
grateful for life
to the wonderment
of a divine Universe
Just release your dreams
into the cosmos of living,
that if they return
to you,
they were
meant to be…