self awareness

Selfward

When you come to

Crossroads in Life,

Of all the directions

You can choose –

Forward, backwards

Upwards, downwards,

And so on.

Do not hesitate.

Run Selfward

To who you truly are.

Unfamiliar Tune

I am not a set thing

I keep flowing

Shifting and emerging

And every now and again

Solidifying in those moments

When life plays a chord

That is familiar

To a certain dancer

In the band of I

Who then takes center stage

For a while

Freestyles a routine

It rehearsed a million times before.

Perfect!

Yet, fit for another life

A thousand moons ago.

And just before

Launching into

The final sequence

It melts

Back into the flowing stream

Being danced

By a new

Unfamiliar tune

Roots and Branches – Pt. I

Moving through the unending forest

Where thoughts grow

I must watch where I step

Or trip and fall

Over the hidden roots

Of thoughts planted

Long before I became aware of the forest.

Yes.

There are other ways to travel.

I could follow the trail of stillness

Until I take flight

To rise above it all.

The roots won’t get me,

But I must now watch out for branches.

The Hands of Stillness

Till the ground of the mind,

Examine the seed of all thoughts.

Nourish their growth,

Uproot them,

Cut them down,

Ignore them.

All these choices are

In the hands of Stillness,

The master gardener.

 

I Am Not

I looked for me in the things I do

And found only ideas, expectations, and fears.

Then I looked for me beyond me

And found light, an infinite ocean, and an all-encompassing cosmic wave of Love.

For awhile, I stopped looking.

I lost the sense of me.

It was ever evolving, ever unfolding.

Now, I have a glimpse of Reality

Beneath the unfolding

That whispers, “I am what I am not

And what I am not is what I’ve always been.”