and trash collectors drink tea.
Monsoon winds slam dance.
We often lament the pain of separation from ourselves, each other, or the divine. But perhaps there is something perfect about feeling separate and lonely. There is something so perfect about our perceived disconnect from the One Heart. There is something within the experience of separation that builds our longing to unite.
In his poem, Absolutely Clear, Hafiz writes:
Don’t surrender your loneliness
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tongiht
Has made my eyes so soft,
My need of God
When I grow infinitely lonely, I meditate or read a poem and try to re-ignite my longing. I try to remember that I am here to make my way back Home.
Please join me in practicing eleven days of the Maha Gyan Agni Pranayam to honor the San Shaman of southern Africa who will Ignite the One Heart Fire on May 24, 2017 to elevate human consciousness to the Ninth Wave of Creation.
May we use the energy of our pain of separation to launch us to the cozy center of the One Heart. Sat Nam!
The Five Tattvas Haiku
We pass a dark house.
Inside, a woman ready to die,
sings a full moon hymn.
Walk close to the edge,
so our Friend can push us
into the cold pool.
We Sit together
in this burning yogi cave.
The empty bowl sings.
We chant the true name.
The cave fills with strong, cold wind;
yet, there is no sound.
Hush and divine void,
the seers enter Samadhi.
Silence hums and spins.
Words melt, light breeze–
All within these empty hands,
Now Great Cosmic Love.
Day Twenty Six
When we agree to accept that each one of us is excellent, with potential beyond what we usually recognize, then we shall become willing to help one another realize that excellence.
May your mind be supported by your will rather than supported by ego. May you have breadth, quickness, and openness. May you open up to Infinity and become Infinity. May you radiate courage and selflessness. May you understand through compassion. May angels, saints, and sages accompany you everywhere. May you smile often.
Day Twenty Five
May we listen. May the act of listening be the prayer. May listening be so satisfying to the soul, the mind, the ego, and the body that all become still and conscious and merge listening beings with the sounds of the Infinite Pulse. May we perceive the sacred essence in all sound. May we help one another to know divine love through listening. May our listening grow so sophisticated and sensitive that we may hear the sound of sunlight shining upon each petal of any flower opening into its full bloom.
Day Twenty One
We are all One.
The destinies of all beings are interconnected.
The “Mediation for Word Power” involves coordinating the movement of the navel point squeezing back toward the spine with the movement of the tongue hitting the roof of the mouth. The rhythm is almost like footsteps walking.
May each completion of this movement inside my body be dedicated to those refugees walking to Germany seeking asylum.
I read that 42,000 people a day are driven from their homes. If the number of refugees throughout the world were an entire nation, they would make up the 24th largest nation in the world: The Refugee Nation…
If there are so many seeking refuge out there, then a spiritual person feels compelled to turn deep within and connect with whatever it is inside each one of us that is seeking refuge.
What inside you, Dearest Sweet One, is seeking a safe harbor? In what way do you, Dearest Sweet One, feel driven out of your home? In what way do you feel unwelcome?
Turn inward and connect with that, heal that part of you that is a refugee. Acknowledge that part of you that is a citizen of the Refugee Nation. Seek out, explore, journey to Home. Be unafraid to begin your journey Home. Home, sweet, home.
The refugee is. The cosmos is. The Lord of Miracles is.
May we all find safe and sacred harbors. As challenging as it may be, may we all realize our deep connection to one another. May we desire to realize our connection to one another. May this prayer be with each and every footstep of each and every being who seeks refuge on this planet. May each footfall of those seeking shelter be our collective March on The Cosmos for the cause of our Sacred Right to Love One Another and Free One Another and open up our arms, our homes, our minds, our hearts to anyone who seeks shelter. May the Beloved Creator of All Benevolence and All Sanctuary and the Beloved Creator of Kindness come to serve those who feel desperate, afraid, lost, victimized, forgotten, and cast out. May this prayer be heard and heard over a thousand times a day, as if this tiny prayer is the nagging wife of the Almightiest God. May she scream, “Something Benevolent this way comes!” May it be true.
Oh, Beloved Unknown! Divine spirit of a million mysteries! Feel free and at home in my consciousness. Sweet Unknown! Make yourself at home in the tissues of my body and in my cells and beneath my skin. Welcome, Great Mystery after Great Mystery! Your humble yogi only knows, most honorable Unknown, that You play a key role in fueling my Devotion. Newborn stars, armed forces, refugees, migrants, lawmakers, nuclear power, body cameras, angels, prime real estate, surf boards, crystal singing bowls, smart phones…All come from and all return to the True, Divine, Beloved Unknown. The greatest of great mysteries that forever eludes solving, I bow to You!