Mira Jaya Ji

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Photo by Gayle Walters Rose:  Mira Jaya Rose-Hutner

Who would have thought
with one child’s birth
such transformation
within my heart.
 
No hesitation
on my part
to uproot my life
and join your side.
 
Witnessing your
change and growth
has brought great
expansion of my own.
 
A guru in an infant’s
form has shone
the light where
it had dimmed.

You’ve bowed to me
and touched my feet.
With common ground
we’ve made a link.

I pay attention
to what you teach,
no matter if
you’re only three.  

Now delight
is often near,
your joyous smile
brings sweet cheer.

These last few years
I won’t forget,
your entrance here
made my top-ten list.

Toni, aka Kanzen Sakura, asks us to offer something up along the lines of change over at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2015/09/15/poetics-ch-ch-changes/

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Shadow Self

Oh had I been born without
this contrast that settles
deeply about my head
and shoulders.  The same
leadenness that weights
my feet with each step.
 
I see there is light, for
it glows brightly at times…
for periods here and there.
My heart feels it and gives
a tiny leap of recognition.
Yes, the soul lifts and
begins a whirling of its
energy and a surge of
joy emerges from the dark,
lighting my path.

But would I have become
who I am if not for
the experience of darkness?
Knowing what I know
of the shadow self?
I think not.
  
Even though…I’m left with a
lingering malaise of
the memories of the pain
inflicted, dealt with,
held onto, lived through and
died through, by lifetimes built.
 
A blunted gloom lurks just below
the surface…just right there,
waiting for any opening to
show itself and disperse
that light…as if a candle
flame being extinguished,
without warning.

Karin Gustafson hosts today at dVerse Poets and asks us to reflect on “bright shadows” however that may show up for you:  http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/02/the-poetics-of-groundhog-day-bright-shadow/

Gratitude Lantern; An Acrostic

On Thanksgiving this year, after dinner with my family, I joined my niece at her home for dessert. As night came, some guests gathered in her backyard and had an impromptu drumming session around a glowing fire.  Later, she offered the opportunity for us to write what we were thankful for on a “gratitude lantern”.  She would then light the paper lamp and send it into the sky along with our gratitude. I wrote one word…Mira.  Ours was just the one lantern, but I found photos of when thousands were lit and set sailing.  My niece also did a similar thing to celebrate the last New Year.

Google Images:  Paper lanterns lighting up the sky

Giving thanks this year, but especially for you;
Relatives and friends join together
All bringing good will and love for each other.
Today was different than so many others,
It included you, an addition to our world.
Tiny, but here, with full-fledged awareness
Urging us listen as you learn to utter.
Delighted, we focus, hanging on each coo.
Engaged, connected, our spirits merging.
 
Let us share and pen our thanks,
Annointing our hearts with gratitude.
Night arrives, the day is done,
Tablas beat an ancient tune.
Emitting a glow as it ascends,
Reminding us of what is dear,
New grace as our light lifts to the sky.

What Are We Thinking?

Photo by Terry S. Amstutz/mobius faith 2012http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com/ 

The exit was marked plainly…
but had something broken in
or had something broken free?

It’s interesting the different
angles and feelings that your mind
can lead you to in your discernment of life.

Now, in looking at that
doorway, one person may
perceive an opening to
freedom…the light—an
awareness that empowers
him toward peace.

While another will see
a direction, a path, that is
unattainable, filled with
obstacles and all those
myriad things that hinder
and keep him from reaching
his potential.

A soul can soar or it can despair,
all within an instantaneous thought.

Each of us will have to
choose…what do we see?
What are we thinking?

Claudia introduces us to Terry S. Amstutz aka mobius faith and asks us to use his photography as inspiration at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/11/17/poetics-photography-by-terry-s-amstutz/#comments

Shadow

Shadow follows
and creeps about
peeking, hiding,
whispering a shout.
There in the
background
keeping watch,
it rears its head
magnifying your
fears.  You can’t
escape its far-
reaching charm,
the Shadow loiters
bringing you harm. 

If you can’t see it,
you’re in trouble
indeed…you must
face it squarely
and pay it great heed.
Inferiorities feed
and make it darker,
focus on weakness,
amplifying its strength.

This Shadow is
persistent but can
be decreased.  The
Self of Light is the
path to take.  Don’t
be ashamed, it
clings to us all,
this deep, abiding
gloom that thrives
deep inside. 

Look at it, face it,
don’t back down.
It will quiver away
and leave you profound.

My Dear Little Man

When I come to visit, I seek you out.
Catching sight of you, my delight takes flight. 

A glance my way, a tiny smile flickers,
You’re a little bit shy–not quite certain.

Yes! I still love you and I always will!
You needn’t doubt, I’m on your side,
To make you happy is my aim.
To see you smile and feel secure,
Brings me joy–let’s play a game! 

You’re the best and I mean it,
You’re a bright, shining light,
Who warms my heart
And tickles me inside. 

Please know this, Nicholas,
My dear little man,
Auntie Gayle loves you,
You can count on me forever!

Nicholas is my nephew’s son.  I really do light up when I’m around him.  He is such a blessing.

Write2Day–Writing from the Light:  http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/write2day-writing-from-the-light-side/

Step Over

Crevasse Tré-la-Tête

Image via Wikipedia

Craggy crevasse drops,

darkness deepens, unforeseen–

step over the gap.

 


 

 

 

Step by Step…

Step by step I journey through this life,

climbing countless and steep mountains

of one foot after the other.

Only to stumble and go tumbling down

to come to the place of where I now rest.

Go on, go on,

keep up, keep up!

No matter the deep, depressive darkness

that may envelop me,

or the brilliant light of peaceful knowing,

I am be-coming…

one

step

at

a

time,

at the perfect pace.

The pure, clear white light…

The following is one of my all time favorite passages from “The Tibetan Book of the Dead”.

“Remember the clear light, the pure clear white light from which everything in the universe comes, to which everything in the universe returns; the original nature of your own mind.  The natural state of the universe unmanifest.  Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it.  It is your own true nature, it is home.”

Tibetan Book of the Dead

It is so very comforting to me…

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