Into Thin Air

thin air

thin air

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We interface into this world out of nothing

Like a hand into the glove

We fit inside it like we were made for it

Made of it and we are but

We come from somewhere else

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On Mother’s Day

On Mother's Day

Sage Tree:

“Don’t forget about your Mama Gaia tomorrow.
Mother earth, the Super-ancient-great grandmother: who adopted and nurtured all of your ancestors, as droplets from the stars.
Dance with your little feet on her immense body, become one with her, sing through the networks of her children, one in gratitude.
She carries us to the rhythm of her steps through the galaxy. And in each season, she tells us stories of endurance, ever inspiring hope, rationless perseverance… and smiles at us, kisses us with blooms, the teeth of petals that nuzzle our awareness.
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No Time For Timid Hearts

This is one I have read and reread and will continue to read in these days:
“This is no time for timid hearts
For holding back your most precious gifts in the face of fear of retribution
For wedging yourself into a doorway while you wonder
if you are worthy of entrance
For sitting interminably on a fence whose only purpose is
to separate you from your very self
This is no time”

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I have been attempting for days, weeks! to update you on my twisting, turning journey the last couple of months. Now, of course, it all feels prehistoric — with a “Who Cares?”quality attached to it.

For today – and the days to come – “this is no time for timid hearts.” ‘Nuff said. Do what makes your heart happy. No matter how it looks on the outside; no matter whether others understand or embrace you for it. The stirrings of your heart reflect your most reliable, highest-value barometer.

This is no time for timid hearts
For holding back your most precious gifts in the face of fear of retribution
For wedging yourself into a doorway while you wonder
if you are worthy of entrance
For sitting interminably on a fence whose only purpose is
to separate you from your very self
This is no time

This is no time to…

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Bhagavad-Gita XVIII 48 – 61

Dear Friends,

This is a part of the last Teaching (Chapter XVIII – Verses 48 – 61) of the Bhagavad-Gita, also called The Celestial Song. I find each section is a meditation on its own.  

Some terms, such as “renunciation”  might evoke quick associations that, upon deeper pondering, reveal themselves as unfounded. I refer to Krishnamurti speaking of “fine restraint”  and “austerity” as a life of inner poise, not caught up in the winds of emotional turbulence – but in no way cutting oneself off from the passion for Life in all its myriad forms. I wish you contemplation full of fruits for your own process.

Krishna and Arjuna


Arjuna, a man should not relinquish action he is born to, even if it is flawed;
all undertakings are marred by a flaw,
as fire is obscured by smoke.


His understanding everywhere detached,
the self mastered, longing gone,
one finds through renunciation
the supreme success beyond action.


Understand in summary from me
how when he achieves success
one attains the infinite spirit,
the highest state of knowledge.


Armed with purified understanding,
subduing the self with resolve,
relinquishing sensuous objects,
avoiding attraction and hatred;


Observing solitude, barely eating,
restraining speech, body, and mind;
practicing discipline in meditation,
cultivating dispassion;


Freeing himself from individuality, force,
pride, desire, anger, acquisitiveness;
unpossessive, tranquil,
he is at one with the infinite spirit.


Being at one with the infinite spirit,
serene in himself, he does not grieve or crave;
impartial toward all creatures,
he achieves supreme devotion to me.


Through devotion he discerns me,
just who and how vast I really am;
and knowing me in reality,
he enters into my presence.


Always performing all actions,
taking refuge in me,
he attains through my grace
the eternal place beyond change.


Through reason, renounce all works
in me, focus on me;
relying on the discipline of understanding,
always keep me in your thought.


If I am in your thought, by my grace
you will transcend all dangers;
but if you are deafened
by individuality, you will be lost.


Your resolve is futile
if a sense of individuality
makes you think, ” I shall not fight” —
nature will compel you to.


You are bound by your own action,
intrinsic to your being, Arjuna;
even against your will you must do
what delusion now makes you refuse.


Arjuna, the lord resides
in the heart of all creatures,
making them reel magically,
as if a machine moved them.

translation: Barbara Stoler Miller

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Creator of all we are! All we have! All we ever shall be!
I give to You my most humble gratitude.
I thank You for life and all that pertains to life about me.

I thank You for giving me this opportunity of life in this form so that I may walk among Your wonders with knowledge and given the option to be considerate and to care.I give You gratitude for those untold billions of lives that graciously gave themselves over to maintain this life over these many years, humbling me by their unselfish sacrifice just to keep me walking here. So much so as to realize the sacredness of life, upon this earth I share. Doubly grateful with each day, just knowing You placed them there.

I ask Your forgiveness Oh Great MYSTERY for all the petty things I’ve done. Cursing, griping and groaning over pains and shames thats done, with so little consideration for all the wisdom won.

With gratitude for all that was given and all that may yet to come. I give myself unto Your keeping to let Your will be done. Humbly asking and beseeching to use this aged parchment to face Your drum. Stretch it to its limit until under Your slightest touch it gives its loudest strum. Your drum signals given to all about and all that’s yet to come.

Forgive me if I sound selfish Oh Mystery after all you have already done. But for myself I have but one wish, perhaps a foolish one. That on that day when the mystery unfolds before me, when the work of this flesh is done, That I may utter with my final breath, “I DID ALL I SHOULD HAVE DONE!”

Thus I pause in this unending prayer, ending as was begun, with undying gratitude for everything You have given and for all that You have done.