We’re not concerned
with your Royalty
Your Loyalty
or your Fashion.
We don’t care
who you know
where you go
or what you’ve been:
in Someone Else’s Movie
or your own Private Dream
the Place of Innocence
lies beneath the Clothing of Deceit
you’re so afraid of your Naked Heart
that you Suffocate
in the Afternoon Heat
the Holiday Home :
a place I go to Alone.
the River Inside :
a place I can Ride, Hide, Glide, Confide
the Deeper in Me :
so comfortable, easy, simple, Free!
the SunLight in You :
or a reflection of me, looking right through?
The Bird flies in Space :
wingless wonders! we’re all borne by Grace
The City of Love :
a place we inhabit, our Hand in the Glove
The Holiday Home :
a place of Comfort! Where else can we Roam?
Through my progression of life, it has meant different things. As a child, it was simply a holiday from school; perhaps a day imbued with ritual dour parades and gatherings in the auditorium – something we all fidgeted and complained through, waiting impatiently for that half-day of freedom that followed.
Later in my adult life, it was a creative photo-op, a chance to watch human expression, a chance to take in the curious and fantastic actors in the Human Movie.
Now I watch it with different eyes. Now, that means – in a literal sense – that my body cells have been largely replaced over the past year, and indeed, these eyes are different eyes. But this also means that my perceptions, values, realities, neuronal network, has all transformed, evolved, shifted. I see and feel, not only the pulse, the longing, the full and empty cups inside of me, but the same in all the humans around me.
Following Your Bliss
c 2008
Close your eyes
Visualize
Observe as your dreams
And realities coincide
Dive the depths
Into the ocean
Far from all the senseless commotion
Into the sweetest of silence inside
We just need to remember this day
Remember it this way always
When we went to a place full of love
A space where there was nowhere else to go
Go see the world
You will never regret it
But don’t forget that
the limitlessness you seek
exists
inside
Time will say
the words
that neither you nor I
communicate
You know that love must win
either way
whether we decide this is the end..
or we find the inner strength to begin again..
time will say
Chorus
Patience has its own private toll road
History’s the price paid as the truth unfolds
in the natural order of living things
while changes spring in everything
Love won’t be intellectualized
in the fiery looks from familiar eyes
Love’s been there since my first sight of you
Since.. my first.. sight of you..
Bridge
Time has a language all its own
with dedicated lines we learn to follow it home
I hear the answers in the beating of my heart
I’d follow the road where we’d never part
This can go either way…
only time will say
I see the future.
Everyone will have a blog. Every blogger’s pet will have a blog. Every blog will have a blog. Every blog’s blog will a have a blog. No one will be reading any of these blogs because everyone will be too busy writing blogs. Bloggers will occasionally visit other blogs, but only for the purpose of leaving comments that will direct readers back to their own blog. Letter writing will become popular once again, gaining a new lease on life after the internet crashes repeatedly because of the profusion of blogs and youtube videos created by 5-year olds and terrorist groups.
Why all the blogging?
Because people want to connect. And WHY do people want to connect? Because there is a fundamental need inside each of us to feel connected.
“Connected to WHAT?” is the question. Connected to ourselves.
Bottom line, for each of us to feel truly wired, we need to connect with ourselves. Then, and only then, does it make sense to connect with others.
Otherwise, all our efforts to connect will be fundamentally flawed — tinged with the slightly neurotic need for approval and completion — neither of which are really necessary once we master the fine art of tapping into who we really are in the first place.
And speaking of the future — high rises are out. Blog cabins are in.
(Excerpted from The Heart of the Matter)
Last month, I received “the callâ€Â. My sister announced that my father was terminally ill with an advanced and particularly aggressive type of prostate cancer.
My first reaction was shock and then the grief set in. My father, who raised me with no partner, who taught me to search from the earliest days of childhood for TRUTH is dying.
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This past weekend I attended a two-day event with Maharaji at the Palace Theater in Albany, NY. As always, I enjoyed the experience immensely.
On the way home, I started thinking about why, specifically, I enjoy being with him as much as I do — and how I might describe these benefits to others, especially those intrigued by Maharaji’s message, but not totally sure it’s for them.
Well… at the risk of trying to explain the unexplainable, here goes:
Lift me high,
Lift me high,
’til my fingertips touch the sky
I’m asking you
please,
lift me high.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This posting will take you less than a minute to read.
In days gone by, classic “seekers” had to endure a ton of trials and tribulations to find what they were looking for. They walked across deserts. They fasted. They hunted for the ONE in faraway places.
No more. Those days are over. The game has changed. Things have heated up, big time.
Now, that which you are looking for is looking for you. Your inner questing for something timeless, pure, and full of love has been responded to.
Really.
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Excerpted from The Heart of the Matter