TO BE CLEANSING<CLEANSED OF ALL THAT IMPEDES
AN ETERNAL NOW PROCESS THAT INTENSIFIES
YESTERDAYS' CURSE HAS BECOME A GIFT OF GRACE
RETURNING<RETURNED TO ORIGIN’S AUTHENTICITY
they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied,
not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another,
nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy
over the whole earth..
Song of Myself
Walt Whitman - 1819-1892
Walt Whitman - 1819-1892
Something startles me where I thought I was safest,
I withdraw from the still woods I loved,
I will not go now on the pastures to walk,
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,
I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?
How can you be alive you growths of spring?
How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?
Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within you?
Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?
That the winds are really not infectious,
That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me,
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues,
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it,
That all is clean forever and forever,
That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy,
That the fruits of the apple-orchard and the orange-orchard, that melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will
none of them poison me,
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease.
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis,
with such endless successions of diseas'd corpses...
It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,
It gives such divine materials to men,
and accepts such leavings from them at last.
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BE STILL.... "...the Great Ocean of Primordial Silence..." "...the Ineffable ItSelf..." June 16, 2018
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The next time you find yourself caught in repetitive thinking,
spiraling within shame circuits,
and drowning in a cascading waterfall of overwhelm,
slow way down.
Feel your feet on the earth.
Breathe deeply from your lower belly.
Open your senses.
which has started to loop
and is no longer safe, subtle, or nuanced enough
to contain the majesty of what you are.
With the miracle of here and now awareness,
call off the war.
Underneath the circulating heat, spin, and claustrophobia
is a tender soft core that is longing
for just one moment of your curiosity,
warmth, and compassion.
With the fire of your own presence,
break the ancient trance of self-abandonment.
Turn your body into a temple where a transmutation may occur.
While the habitual groove is out of the shaky center,
just this once
step off the battlefield and
and flood that moment with slowness,
mercy, and tend to the experiment.
A holy invitation.
What is it that I need right now?
What have I abandoned in myself?
What is being asked to be tended to,
right here and right now,
with a storm of loving kindness?
Why have you come,
I am listening,
I will not forsake you.
in your nervous system and scattered within the cells of your heart,
watered and soothed with new forms of self-care
as compassion pathways are grooved and brought alive.
Suddenly there is so much space.
Breath where none was to be found.
You are already held by something vast.
you come back into your power,
grounded and embodied in the reality
and perception of the warrior,
a warrior of love,
come here not only to heal yourself
but as a vessel of presence and transmutation for all beings.
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