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All Ecstasy

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It doesn’t take long
when you’re willing.
If you can just sit,
and feel, and breathe,
if you can just be present,
if you can listen,
and see,
if you can be open,
and allow…
The whole Universe
will offer itself completely to you
like the lover
who has been waiting
forever
for you to wake up
out of a coma,
and who is just
so damn excited
to see you alive again…
it’s all ecstasy
from here on out.

Ocean of Life

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I search for meaning
because I want all of this
to mean something…
but what if this was all
impersonal?
What if I could step back,
take a deep breath, relax,
and not see any of this
as a threat?
Peace would come quickly then.
All of the stories of heartbreak,
loss, suffering, injustice
emerge from a sense of self
separate from the world around it.
If I could merge my consciousness
with that of the world’s,
wouldn’t I laugh
at the absurdity of it all?
I could cry all day and night
for twenty years,
and it wouldn’t change
the rhythm of the ocean.
Can I let these waves passing through me
be just another indication
that I am one with the ocean of life?

Meant To Be

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What can I say?
My old life crumbles all around me
and a new life begins to grow.
I’m busy mourning what I’ve lost
meanwhile
all these tiny miracles
are unfolding
all the time.
If I see a problem,
it’s time to look deeper,
and not outside of myself,
but inside.
Deeper still
and the boundaries I drew
between me and the world
begin to dissolve.
Even deeper
and my entire self melts away
to be replaced
with the awareness
that all of this,
without exception,
was meant to be.

That’s Better Now

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If we didn’t have labels
like male or female
who exactly would we be?
If there were no concept
of young and old
or right and wrong,
how would this change
our way of relating to one another?
If we simply couldn’t believe the story
of up or down
left or right
north, south, east, or west,
where would we find ourselves?
Sit.
Close your eyes.
Look in.
Bathe yourself in the oneness of being.
Ah, that’s better now.

A Breathing Meditation

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I breathe deeply.
The universe shares its soul with me,
pouring itself into me.
I exhale completely.
I share my soul with the universe,
pouring myself completely into it.

Breathing in,
I allow all of life to enter my being,
to meld with it.
Breathing out,
all of life allows me to enter it,
to meld with me.

This moment now,
I create what is needed.
This moment now,
What is needed creates me.

There is no separation,
only oneness,
and I am reminded
that it doesn’t matter where I sit,
as long as I sit.

The candle flame flickers cheerfully
and whispers, “Now.”

And Then I Taught Yoga

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I awoke tired and in a funk
mind swarmed with visions
of every horror that I have experienced
or was recounted to me this past week

Meditation was difficult
tired mind didn’t want to focus
I felt drowsy, I wanted to lie down

And then it was time to go to work.
I felt anxious,
mistrustful of the drivers on the road,
in light of recent experiences.
I was afraid I wouldn’t be calm enough
for my students,
calm enough to feel whole inside myself.

And then I taught yoga,
and all my personal stories melted away
in the presence of the Universal Teacher
who steps into my body
who speaks through my mouth
who reaches out with my hands
when it is time to welcome the Students.
No more Lorien,
just Teacher, ready for my beloved Students.

They came to me,
twenty-seven souls looking for union
twenty-seven body-minds finding
rhythm in their breath and movement

Today for some reason
I didn’t want to fill
all of the silence with the sound of my voice.

Today for some reason
I welcomed the silence,
saw it as a precious gift
that I wanted to offer to everyone.

I wanted to offer them space,
space for being
space for homecoming.

And because I left spaces
in between the sounds
and found stillness
in the midst of movement
I could hear
and I could see
and I could feel
this incredible connection
with the souls
who were there with me in the room

I thank God for the honor
of being present
to my fellow human beings in this way
the gift it is
to bear witness
to their tender unfolding
their delicate transformation
the trusting leaps they make
as they dance on the fine line of oneness
stretched across the abyss of duality.

The Infinitely Creative Being

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I set out on a journey of self discovery
wondering what makes me an individual,
and I end up
finding out who we all are,
how undeniably similar we are
at the core of being.

As I arrive closer to home
I see the idea of home stretching
far wider than this one little point in space
that my body occupies.

Who am I?
Not who I think I am,
because thought awareness is not being.
The being in me is far greater than thoughts
and seeks only to know itself
as formless, changeless, undifferentiated awareness
in the realm of differentiated, changing form.

I can let go
of the illusion of control
and the need to keep tabs
I don’t need to take every little thing personally

I dive into the infinite depths
of the ocean of being,
and suddenly…

No body, no personal stories, no name.

What my ego perceives as torture
followed by an agonizing death,
my true self sees as an opportunity to be free,
to know myself
as the infinitely creative being that I am.