Wilka T’lka Flower Garden Peru june 2014
What is Perfection?
love, in a moment
a flower in bloom
a flower complete
with and without scents
it is still divine perfection
december 10, 2014
One Rainy Windy Day
Laugh at yourself
the winds and rain as beings of light
rain more and more
Oh no! we say, how awful.
a quintessential sentiment , ego
piling stuff so high – winds and rains pour down
transcendence is possible.
Turn your face into the wind
feel its crystalline energy flowing through and around you
breathe it in, breathe it out
getting inundated: too much you say
getting dumped on: poor me you say
what if the mysterious insidious ego says I’m sorry
I thought we were playing our “eons” game
Didn’t you get it? – shake it loosely
see beyond your microcosm
and expand into the macrocosmic ball of energy and light
see beyond the rain
see the blue sky thru the leafless trees
I stood in the wind, feet bare on bricks
breathing in deeply the crystal light particles of the wind (sylphs)
swirling around me, thru me, cleansing, loving
I see you said I to the shrubs in the garden
feeling expansiveness everywhere
toes feeling the cold yet not cold
connecting, communing with the ground with the Earth, with the cosmos
This stormy day but a metaphor for how we see life
and get stuck at times in the speck
The wind is expansiveness, endless, everywhere
we are expansive endless everywhere
Do not let the ego shut you down
It is but a weather prediction
a possibility not to be held so tightly
The storm passes, the dark stuff passes
the light, blue sky it there
beyond the storm, beyond the wind and rain
Can you see the light?
Can you see your light?
Can you Be your light?
It’s not real, like a weather prediction
It’s not real
flying takes you above the clouds
Be the flyer, be so bold
Who are you really – the illusion, the clouds, the rain
all of it and none of it
but the light… that is true.