Jogmaaya

The clock keeps reaching for the hour, and loses it in a second; I lie in unrest Hours turn into minutes turn into seconds; I lie in unrest The waves come close to the shore and they fizzle; I lie in unrest That elusive hour, that elusive wave; like a past unfulfilled; I lie in unrest  The walls stand solid; the books stand stacked The naked branches on trees; seem firmly attached; I lie in unrest  The continuum continues offering the hope of time; I lie in unrest  Moments remembered, some take my breath away. They are beautiful Tasks numbered, some engage the mind. They are bountiful; I lie in unrest  The stone takes on a patina; life takes on a skill; the ways of the world find their insidious ways; I lie in unrest  The mountain air wafts past me in my imagination, a longing deeply felt; I lie in unrest Like a swan floating peacefully; I lie in unrest 

Untether from the flesh; the indents of those fingerprints Untether from the heart; the broken arrows and their splints Untether from the mind; the alleys of visited places Untether from the eyes; the kodachromatic traces Untether from the soul; the song that has  been followed Untether from the voice; the silence that has been swallowed Sacred is your heart that bears witness To the thousand petal lotus as it bellows and recesses The rhythm of your breath; that creates bridges in time To that which magnifies in resonance; not  that which will decline Arise, reclaim like the phoenix from the ashes  Afresh, anew the surf after it crashes For that which has paved the way is the way For that which has paved the way is the way For how else could there be this moment;  how else could this door sway   Head the call of that song that has yet to be sung; the beat that is waiting to be drummed The strings of your heart pluck for you, listen The music is here waiting in s...

 You are free, I do not judge I might just be a friendly nudge I am still but I flow along I sometimes whistle to your song I watch you happy sipping tea I sit with you in company I pray you hold the rails when you walk down As healing knees might need more ground As you learn and as you grow You instill me in your flow  When I am present you are free You can enjoy eternity We meet in that field at quiet dawn When all the barriers are forgone  With open hearts and quiet minds In serenity and out of time

  Swing back… swing forth;  Swing back …swing forth;  For when are we ever present  without a mind full of discourse Present in presence, not  verbose but in essence When a fragrance is felt in the pores and senses Not depictions, descriptions or refracted lenses Can life really be felt in ravines;  amidst raging emotions and intoxicating times Where every sense is hijacked in currents; and the  desire is just to live irreverent   Some will question this paradigm; where  “magical moments” have become the prime When we feel alive only at the behest of time; when  anything can influence and shift our shrine   When have we felt a wave of peace; of  expansive spaces and gentle ease When a breeze is felt in its floating wings; a  smile is felt in its melting strings When no back and forth have lent a line; to  the birthing moment in present time When gaps expand to fill in moments; is  when we experience the magic of ...

It is a typical January morning. I look up and out the window after collapsing a digital one. The sky is gray, the street bare as are the branches. Nothing seems to have shifted in the outer environment. I was feeling good after a very productive class I just finished. It was the last class in a series of 7 I had signed up for. The information provided by the teacher, the sharing by participants and the a-ha’s I experienced from being in that container had the potential to be truly transformative. As I sat reflecting, I became aware of this feeling that I can best describe as a resistance; a non-readiness to fuse or integrate with what I had learnt in such earnest. I felt a sense of separation from all of that great information that I seemed to connect with so much ease on a mental level. I was able to consume it all intellectually, but there was something lacking in the full integration of it which is required to power any meaningful transformation. A connection is not a one way stree...