Jogmaaya

  Sharing something I wrote in the moment this morning in my attempts to “capture” the rising sun on my phone —————- The sunrise is teaching me today; an experience can never be captured All other attempts are just, the machinations of the ego  Emanate like me from the truth of your being The rise and the set are just the machinations of the ego  Birds they fly, grass they grow, from the truth of who they are they flow All other attempts are just, the machinations of the ego In the seed lies then grain, in the stone the flame All other attempts are just, the machinations of the ego

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