Walking to work is just after lunch for most people since she starts her work in the afternoon. She tries to leave earlier than usual so she can take different streets and walk slowly noticing the homes and parks along the way. Of course in winter with ice caked on the sidewalks forces her to truly walk slowly.
(troiku)
snowbound park abandoned for a season trees snore silently
snowbound park
smoke curling in the air
scent of apple trees
abandoned for a season
bicycle by the lamppost
gnarled fender rusts
The postman finally delivered Paulo Coelho’s The Pilgrimage yesterday. Paulo was so anxious to meet his guide that he almost gave himself away to the first man he met at the well, a cunning man who offered to find his sword for him. Paulo found that idea tempting so he could return to Brazil and deal with his business. Finally his guide arrived asking him a question which was the password and Paulo responds with the keywords.
under blue skies
blinded by golden star
imminent clouds
under blue skies
under the rubble
children still hide
blinded by golden star
dreaming of miracles
unaware of demons
imminent clouds
providing storms
also lessons
Petrus, his guide warns him to be watchful for there will be more demons along the path. And then his guide gave Paulo a lesson on humility when they were discussing miracles. Petrus explains that the path to knowledge is not only open to intellectuals and thinkers but to everyone including the common people.
vanity clouds vision
on the path of knowledge
the heart sings
It’s that time of year again. How it comes around so fast some people think. There is barely enough time to get ready for the holidays. And yet, the empty bellies and aching souls live in a world where time crawls like a cunning snake, preying sufferers will just give up.
(troiku)
man in a red suit rings a bell for offerings holding a glass bowl
man in a red suit
folks don’t notice a beggar
holding out his cup
rings a bell for offerings
filling bellies at Christmas
‘tis the season
holds a big glass bowl
in hopes for silent gifts
not the clink of coins
I realize at my age it may sound silly to say I am an orphan but when your last parent dies, that is what we are regardless of our age. My father passed in 2004 and I am without my mother since December 2014; however, fate had it that I would never have to feel alone. After a year of writing poetry and blogging, I first heard of a very special and divine person through a writer in India, Sreejit Poole from TheSeekersDungeon who introduced me to his mother, Karuna Poole from LivingLearningAndLettingGo, who in turn told me about this famous Guru. In the summer of 2014 I met this auspicious person who truly made me feel at peace. This was five months before my mother passed.
Last week, I traveled thousands of miles to gather among devotees for a three-day retreat. It was more than meditating at dawn; it was more than yoga stretches and poses. It included waiting patiently for Amma’sDarshan,however in Sanskrit, this may mean an “auspicious sight”, it was even more than merely bowing in the divine presence of Divine Mother, Mata Amritanandamayi who is known more as Amma (Mother). She is also known as the “hugging saint” and yes, she actually hugs each devotee who waits in line for her embrace, whether there are a hundreds waiting or thousands. This selfless act of love and compassion, she offers to people all over the world. I was fortunate to see Amma on her last North American Tour of 2016 before she returned to India.
Amma.org
(troiku)
chants surround me on bended knees safe in Her embrace
love surrounds me
spirit lifting
with devotion
on bended knees
no longer an orphan
in Amma’s arms
safe in Her embrace
heeding words
whispered in my ear
I found this music video sung by my favourite persons chanting mantras Deva Premal & Miten fit perfectly with this experience.
Amma – In The Light Of Love – Deva Premal & Miten
The first day of the retreat, I hesitated to kneel and was given a seat to receive Amma’s hug but the following days, I insisted on kneeling, telling myself, I can endure the pain for a few moments. I had managed to concentrate on several weaknesses of my body during this retreat.
For example,after responding to the 1000 names of The Divine Mother, we were led into a short silent meditation. The first day I had to use my inhaler to control my coughing but by the third day, I kept visualizing Amma’s face and telling myself, I can control my breathing if I slow it down, I will not be inclined to cough and it worked each time we meditated. I learned to control the depth of my OM as well. It was softer but by controlling the level of my voice, I was able to follow along respecting my limitations.
It may seem like a minor accomplishment but for me it was astounding. I talk for hours on the phone counselling youths nine hours a day, four day a week. In the past year I have noticed towards the last two hours I am coughing more and find it difficult to talk for long periods of time. I know now I am able to control the level of my voice…I will try to practice to talk slower and softer to take care of my throat and lungs.
Some say when they receive Darshan, Amma gives them a profound and wise message. I have never had one in person but each retreat I learn something and these past few days, I have received messages in silence. I felt her presence helping me control my breathing. There are other insights but I will share them on another post.
(tanka)
Amma’s presence
healing and divine
gives me strength
unleashing unknown skills
mastering from within