I Wish You Well

My heart stirs with compassion
as I watch the old woman carrying
her packages down the sidewalk.
Most likely many years past the
ability to drive but I surmise that
she still must use her unsteady
legs to make her way to retrieve
food and the other necessities
of sustenance. Has she no one
who can or will assist her? I think
of my own mother who is now
surrounded by family members
and others who pitch in to aid
her in all of her daily needs.
I marvel at the strength it takes
of an elderly woman (who I
judge should be relaxing and
cared for in her later years) to
trek out into the world and fend
for herself. Of course these are
all assumptions I’m making but
still I send blessings that she
be well, that she feel loved,
may she feel content, and may
all of the universe support her
soul on its singular journey.
For some reason tears appear.

Join us for Poetics hosted by Paul Dear Tuesday 3PM EST at dVerse Poets Pub where he presents Blessing poems.


When passing a stranger in the street or watching those parade by you at the mall, with your deepest faith in all things good, project to them with heartfelt kindness and deliberation:  I wish you well.  I wish you peace.  I wish your soul’s most deep quietude and knowing.  May you be blessed.  May you feel love.  May you feel the compassion of the universe serving you in the utmost capacity.  May you feel happiness and joy.  May you remain at peace in the face of life’s challenges.

These blessings will go forth and touch all who receive them, and as an added bonus, these blessings will foster these very things within you.

This is a powerful meditative practice that simply asks that you wish goodwill toward others.  Watch as it brings wellbeing into your own life.

The Devotee

A man, very dedicated to his spiritual
studies, was also a husband and father.
His wife was proud that her husband
was a good provider, a man of higher
faith and too, was devoted to their son.

As time went on, his work duties
took more of his time and his
wife and child saw less and less
of him. But still, faithfully,
he would meditate four hours
a day…two in the morning
and two in the evening.

Chores around the house that needed
attending were going undone.
The wife and son ate their meals
without the presence of husband and father.

But still he kept to his sadhana schedule,
knowing his actions were adding up
to good karma and “right action.”

Social gatherings were missed, son’s
baseball games were not attended,
vacations were not taken and the years
rolled on with work taking precedence
next to the sacred practices that
he faithfully performed.

He would reap the rewards, he told
himself. His family would be blessed
by his astute and humble customs.
He took sanctuary in this knowledge
and committed even more to his endeavor.

But his relationship to his family dwindled.
No laughter or inquisitive talks were had.
Money was fluent but their emotions dry.
A deep imbalance had become evident.
After a time the wife divorced him and
his son felt forevermore like they were strangers.

Victoria demonstrates allegory for Writer’s Fourth Wednesday for The Bardo Group: http://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/writers-fourth-wednesday-allegory/


Photo, Google Images:  Swami Paramahansa Hariharananda Giri

Small of stature,
and calm of voice,
his demeanor sweet,
gentle and wise.
Long hair, thinning,
accepting, brown,
soft, eyes with
large bags underneath.
Fluffy, white beard
that smelled of
sandalwood, always
with a mala around his neck.
Ochre clothing he wore
like the swami he was,
with kumkum paste
denoting his third eye.
Initiating those
who were sincere,
he led them in the
ways of kriya yoga.
Continuing the
teachings as had
the lineage before,
with reverent devotion.

He addressed me
as ‘Mother’ or
‘Gayle Ma’, always
bestowing respect.
I was honored to
serve this man
of God, preparing his
dal and basmati rice.
Demonstrating the
“breathless state”, a
group of students
were left in awe.
He touched my
heart, he touched
my soul…I want
to bow a thousand times.

For several years, after I left the ashram life, I studied with Swami Paramanhansa Hariharananda Giri, affectionately known as, Baba, by his students.  He was a direct disciple of Paramahansa Yoganada, the founder of Self-Realization Fellowship (SRF) and author of “Autobiography of a Yogi.”  They were teachers of kriya yoga, continuing on the lineage of those before them.  Baba had been initiated by Yogananda and lived in his ashram in Puri, Orissa, India.

Victoria invites us to describe character at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/23/meeting-the-bar-writing-characters/

Sharing this with Souldipper Amy for Occupy Blogosphere:  http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/occupy-blogosphere-thursday-august-23-2012/

Four Black Cats

Four black cats cross my path
Addressing each one, they study me
A storm rattles the house
Cats’ blessings bring calm

The Blackest of Cats










I saw four black cats while on my trip this week.  I found this very interesting.  I spoke to each one and considered their appearance somehow auspicious.

Prayers for The World 2011

May all beings feel loved.

May all beings be peaceful and live in equanimity.

May all beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

May all beings be free from hate and fear.

May all beings know their power and use it for good.

May all beings show compassion and loving kindness for their fellow man and creatures of the earth.


Prayers and gratitude to all bodhisattvas who sacrifice for the benefit of all sentient beings.

Prayers and gratitude to all saints and sages everywhere who endeavor to uplift our lives.

Prayers and gratitude to Mother Earth to be able to retain your health and wellbeing and to know the love and appreciation for how you sustain us.

Let us live happily and be thankful.

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