“Everything is change, each moment comes and goes. Is there nothing more, nothing to the future but decline and death?”
-Siddhartha, the Buddha
I’ve been contemplating on the power of our extraordinary heart. I notice my own capacity to open up and offer love and vulnerability often leaves me thinking I am weak, but this is how ingrained my conditioned mind has been trained. When I sit to meditate, I realize that I am emotionally stronger than I have ever been because it takes great courage to stay present with the true motives behind action, and it takes even greater courage to sit with the responsibility of the folly created by blame.
What a subtle game being played in the chambers of our heart!
In my dreams, the orchestrator is my mind with multiple doors and an infinite space to explore,
but in the heart,
there is limited room with its one way doors.
What is this thing buried deep inside the walls of Being?
Are we resonating at a base rate similar frequency?
Indeed, how could we not be?
We are made of the same matter, an intermingling of alchemy,
with the possibility to be highly intelligent and conscious.
We have the ability to create crystal mandalas within our own water
from the transmutation of positive thought!
With the potential to be beautiful and complex,
geometric, rhythmic patterns,
It’s true; it’s you when doing the work you were born to do.
That is all great and fun play, but I can’t connect to such higher truths
unless I value what the great sages in the East expounded on everyday,
for the greater good of safe conscious play.
It is known to sit and meditate every single day;
there is no other way!
Then we experience the dance consistent to the four seasons
harmonizing in an anxiety free society
and we honor the four chamber doors
the guardians of our heart and soul
opening and closing
filtering and diffusing
thousands of gallons of liquid service
bleeding through every part of our Being!
Without reluctance to growth,
the bare trees of the Magnolia family flourish in full bloom
sweet maple scents permeate in accord during an early February noon
with the sun tilted at an axis point one hundred and thirty five degrees to your right,
a man with an all pervading power decides he wants to be god and starts controlling natural laws, but shortly recognizing the futility of this dangerous game
he makes eyes with a soul filled drifting being
light falls into dark
all of his heart valves stop shutting
allowing cosmic back flow of the old
rapidly deteriorating, the left side of his body seizing
his heart starts swelling
but he is far from sleeping,
yet lying deeply
a protected piece to all of our truth;
he begins navigating,
hovering over his limp body, the surgeons work hard to revive the strength of his heart
his life flashing in fragmented snippets
an interconnected cosmic movie reel of memories
he comes to seeing
karma, death, and birth repeating
the consistent piece to the human puzzle, pumping
autonomously working for our most cherished prize
bound and clinging to survive