In playfulness,
The turtle stares up at me with his one eye.
It looks like the facet of a diamond,
Winking and twinkling and laughing at my efforts,
In the gentlest and kindest of ways.
But I’m too shy to come out yet.
‘Carry your temple with you wherever you go,’ he says-
‘A bodily temple of sensations,
And find retreat in the blue sacred spaces:’
“The depths of the ocean where dreams arise.”
My feet are in Namaste,
Slowly learning to bow.
African fish eagle, black and white
Waits long time on a burnt out tree
Head turns watching watching.
Emotionless, balanced, secure in stillness,
Setting her sights before she moves,
Not quite ready to soar.
Twists in life, transitions.
A useful tension rings out long-held stuff.
Blessed release opens up revelations:
A broken heart is an open heart;
There’s lightening in stormy skies.
Fear of death explodes into a love of life;
Eyes and lack of eyes.
From purple water monsters, ghosts and prisons
Arrows point to metamorphosis:
A giant blue insect bird soars over a golden sailboat,
Silver vibrations of gratefulness and
Orangepinkyellow joy.
Surrender to savasana:
Sacred space, silence, a place to grieve
Trust, cease the trying and the struggle,
RELAX to reveal ‘that sweet spot’:
A candle of enlightenment,
Faith, devotion and acceptance
Salutations to Surya, God the Sun,
I bow and prostrate like a pilgrim in Tibet,
Move with the flow of the breath, remember grace.
Opening the chest, I embody Spirit:
Every part of me celebrating life and
Using my ox’s heart to pull me through and up
Into light.
Now floating in the pond of pure, shining whiteness,
I hear the movements of fish and the mysterious sounds of
the deep
Warm and ever so peaceful, totally weightless and held.
Occasionally I open an eye or both
And see the vast expanse of blue sky and sunlight
Or catch a glimpse of the corner of a waxy leaf or petal,
White with an edge of yellow or pink,
Or my hand gently nudges up against something firm
And I feel the perfection of the Blue Lotus
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