Remembering through Mandala, Loving in Merkaba

  March 5th, 2012

We used to find, not just remember.

We were once curious about uncertainty…
Now we are just afraid.

Did we find comfort?
Is that what we sought?

NO!

We wanted adventure, mystery, euphoria.
Instead we found chaos, pain,
Utter pandemonium!

And so—
            We Loved. We Learned.
And Now,
            We remember to know,
            Because we know to remember.

Still, we Love.
And continue because we know the pattern.

The pattern. The flow. The cycle. The way.

            Remembering is our Mandala
            Remembering,
            Remembering,
            Remembering,
Counting—one, two, three, four,
            Remembering,
            Remembering,
            Remembering,
And finding once more:

Remembering is our Mandala.
            Love, our Merkaba.

We repeat patterns because there WILL BE a different result,
Through perceptions evolved.  

Germ to Seed

            Seed to Flower

                        Flower to Fruit

Fruit to Flower

            Flower to Seed

                        Seed to Germ

Remembering is our Mandala.
Love, our Merkaba.

Germ to Seed

            Seed to Flower

                        Flower to Fruit

Germ to Seed

            Seed to Flower

                        Flower to Fruit

Remembering through Mandala,
Loving in Merkaba.

Our pattern, our flow, our cycle, our way.

 

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Muse of Memory, Song of Now

May 19th, 2013

Skin and bones,
Pitch and tones.

Hands and feet,
Heart to beat.

Where am I?
Where am I?

Am- I?

Pulse derranged,
Heart astranged.

Where am I?
Where is the “I” self defines?

Near and far,
Far is here…

Hindsight, retrospect;
Self-alleged, self-respect.

Crown on thorns,
Love deemed torn.

Time eschewed,
Life renewed;

Love- subdued.

Now is how,
Now is here.

Moment from moment to moment and on,
We flow to the tempo of our own song.

Far and near,
The things we steer.

Now in the now,
It is ever clear.