Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Earth Day 2014 Earth Day Everyday


JAMMIN! Golden Rain!

listen here now and 

rejoice in the beautiful song and images!!!!!

Celebrating Earth Day and Celebrating Life!!! and 

YOU !!!!

Golden Rain is a song from the 

Bhakti Masala debut album, Home, 

to be released May 2014. 

This full color slide show is an offering from our hearts 

to yours on Earth Day 2014. 

It is an tribute to our beautiful planet, an exaltation of  

the Mother (Jaya Ma), 

a celebration and affirmation of life, humanity, unity

 and the mystery orchestrating it all!

 Enjoy! Jai Jai Jaya Ma! and share with others :)


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Convergence

To Retreat is to Converge- reconnect with Sun Star Moon Earth Water Wind Fire Rain.

To feel equal measure, of pleasure and pain.

To sit, stay, play and grow.

To sing, dance, remember and know.

To see a sunset and a moon rise on the shortest day.

To voice praises of humanity and be human in this way.

This the divine gift, wrapped in this Present.

This the divine gift, birthed in this moment.

and the next.

and so on..

until Breath ends...

I am in my Car; camping, sleepy.

I am hard to rope.

I look up and see fog and haze.

I look up and see clear sky and stars for days.

I look up and moon full with a cloud angel parade.

Wistfully they race by at a mindful pace; flying dancing and blessing this new space.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

luminaries

It's weird how sad luminaries make me.
So much pain. My heart. She hurts. She cries out, why. Why so much to bear. So bare. So raw. So much feeling.
Like a chest of drawers is on my chest, I heave breaths in and out. My rib cage feeling like a cage of the heaviest metal.
Tears falling and making gullies in the pillow. The cat to afraid to come up.

The fan drones on endlessly turning, spinning. Not unlike the figure below that I call me.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

In honor of my Grandfather, T. Ben Howard's Birthday Anniversary (he would have been 98); I am re-posting this, my favorite poem. 

One summer evening, after my grandfather had passed, I was sitting outside on a very high deck in a magical place with a very dear friend and was talking about him. 

      After awhile we sat in silence and I felt his presence visit me and wrote this

... 









CARETAKER TAKE CARE

through the 
darkness 
you merge into my field

 and 

sit atop my monkey mind...




peace
 flowing like a broken honeycomb.


sweet night air 
gaining thickness and depth.


quickly, 
you whisper a comforting quilt of words; 
in the language that goes without saying.

treetops 
swaying with the angel's song; 
we sit for a momentous moment.



frozen
 in the blaze of truth.


the exchange complete. 


there is a soft exiting,
barefoot
 on fallen leaves.




tears fall to wash
a heart
broken
open wide
and 
shining as though it were dawn.








Tuesday, September 10, 2013

hammock moon



Hammock moon beckoning, drawing me near.








Searching for a seat on the peek-a-boo moon,

wandering in an aimless nameless valley.




 I know the prize is just beyond the next ridge,

I know this in the deep place. 






Sit with the power, not fully arrived.






Friday, September 6, 2013

Re-treat, Re-immersion, Re-al



 I have had my dream--like others-- 
and it has come to nothing, so that 

I remain now carelessly 
with feet planted on the ground 
and look up at the sky-- 


feeling my clothes about me, 
the weight of my body in my shoes, 
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out 
at my nose
--and decide to dream no more. 
~William Carlos Williams


I will still envision possibilities, yet be alive in the real moment of what truly is my life. You are what you do, what you choose in each moment. It does not define you, but it does create the life you will experience.

swimmer


 Things are coming together, meanwhile things are falling apart. 

Waves break at the shore, and the sand takes it all in time. 

 The crash of water pounding on rock, 
breaking it into tiny crystals, 
is music to my ears. 



River water rushes over rocks; 
smoothing edges into soft curves.














Are your pockets full of stones? 

Cannot pass thru the gate withholding




Doors aren't only a metaphor, they swing both ways.
Open your third ear and listen to the water of your heart.