Something about a flower

Something about a flower

Is that it opens and accepts

The Sun.

And sometimes it closes

Its petals.

It doesn’t know if it’s beautiful 

Or grateful,

Or why.

It just opens sometimes

And then closes again.

Devotion

Devotion:

Bent legs- perfect petals

Straight back- strong, secure

Peaceful- above and below

Body scanning- relaxing,

Breathing,

Floating on sensations.

A promise to myself, to the Earth, to the Universe:

An end to suffering.

Fishtail Mountain:

On a path, on a hillside

Staring at the mountain

Smooth like plaster cast

Around me, the village waking up

Nearby I know there’s a little temple;

Exquisite wood carvings- deities.

Going back now I would bow there.

Standing in the mountain now,

Weather systems of opinions and emotions;

Cycles of criticism and judgement;

Storms of anger and resentment.

The mountain can tell me which voice to listen to:

The still quiet one;

How to be patient and wait for the signs.

Spreading oak.

Old friend.

You haven’t changed a bit.

Perhaps your majestic coat is slightly brighter

On this summer’s day.

But your wide, solid arms are always there,

Inviting me towards your huggable trunk.

Your kissable leaves sway gently as I breathe you in

And listen to your wise sap rising.

Precious, precious being.

I have shallow roots all over

Connecting with others

Wide range of traditions:

Breathing, deer, eagles in the sky,

Low mists and rain

And the smell of cut wood

That is God, Divine Mother:

Sacredness

Respect

Connectedness

More from Yogaland”

Green-Eyed Goddess

“What are the attributes of Green Tara?”

A big voice boomed,

And when I woke I looked longingly,

Into her open face.

What does Divine Mother mean to me?

I feel her in my cells,

I hear her in our voices buzzing

Om Namah Shivaya.

My lotus heart tears open,

Yearns and longs to know You-

Sparkling Green Goddess, Tara,

What dost thou mean to me?

I am a child,

You cover me

With a butterfly’s wing,

And I float in the bliss of Brahmic pools.

But a voice says,

“It’s just sensations.

Show me something permanent

And then I will believe.”

The Jealous Goddess offers me a lotus

The colour of a Truthful throat,

And in the centre is an earthy pink spiral

That has no end. Oh! My essence;

Precious jewel,

“Keep Her polished and sparkling

In service to that greater Jewel.

That All may sparkle everywhere.”

Just as suddenly, I get wrong-sided

By murky confusion, tricksy emotions,

Crackling mysteries of the deep,

Other-worldly fish.

Change! I saw a light and in the centre was a black (W)hole.

It is ancient and All is created there.

A black vagina

Surrounded by light.

But I am re-minded:

“All is ever-changing.

Show me something permanent

And then I will believe.”