<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663</id><updated>2011-10-03T10:23:05.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREATHE.</title><subtitle type='html'>Jonathan Pofsky, MFT, CMT specializes in shifting stress responses to relieve suffering.  www.breathesomatics.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-7285574881278229379</id><published>2011-01-05T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:36:24.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countering Stress and Depression by the Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix uiHeaderTop" style="display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Countering Stress and Depression&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; float: left; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px;"&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DalaiLama" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Wednesday, January 5, 2011 at 2:25am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeaderSubActions rfloat" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;At a fundamental level, as human beings, we are all the same; each one of us aspires to happiness and each one of us does not wish to suffer. This is why, whenever I have the opportunity, I try to draw people's attention to what as members of the human family we have in common and the deeply interconnected nature of our existence and welfare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Today, there is increasing recognition, as well as a growing body of scientific evidence, that confirms the close connection between our own states of mind and our happiness. On the one hand, many of us live in societies that are very developed materially, yet among us are many people who are not very happy. Just underneath the beautiful surface of affluence there is a kind of mental unrest, leading to frustration, unnecessary quarrels, reliance on drugs or alcohol, and in the worst case, suicide. There is no guarantee that wealth alone can give you the joy or fulfilment that you seek. The same can be said of your friends too. When you are in an intense state of anger or hatred, even a very close friend appears to you as somehow frosty, or cold, distant, and annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;However, as human beings we are gifted with this wonderful human intelligence. Besides that, all human beings have the capacity to be very determined and to direct that strong sense of determination in whatever direction they like. So long as we remember that we have this marvellous gift of human intelligence and a capacity to develop determination and use it in positive ways, we will preserve our underlying mental health. Realizing we have this great human potential gives us a fundamental strength. This recognition can act as a mechanism that enables us to deal with any difficulty, no matter what situation we are facing, without losing hope or sinking into feelings of low self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I write this as someone who lost his freedom at the age of 16, then lost his country at the age of 24. Consequently, I have lived in exile for more than 50 years during which we Tibetans have dedicated ourselves to keeping the Tibetan identity alive and preserving our culture and values. On most days the news from Tibet is heartbreaking, and yet none of these challenges gives grounds for giving up. One of the approaches that I personally find useful is to cultivate the thought: If the situation or problem is such that it can be remedied, then there is no need to worry about it. In other words, if there is a solution or a way out of the difficulty, you do not need to be overwhelmed by it. The appropriate action is to seek its solution. Then it is clearly more sensible to spend your energy focussing on the solution rather than worrying about the problem. Alternatively, if there is no solution, no possibility of resolution, then there is also no point in being worried about it, because you cannot do anything about it anyway. In that case, the sooner you accept this fact, the easier it will be for you. This formula, of course, implies directly confronting the problem and taking a realistic view. Otherwise you will be unable to find out whether or not there is a resolution to the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Taking a realistic view and cultivating a proper motivation can also shield you against feelings of fear and anxiety. If you develop a pure and sincere motivation, if you are motivated by a wish to help on the basis of kindness, compassion, and respect, then you can carry on any kind of work, in any field, and function more effectively with less fear or worry, not being afraid of what others think or whether you ultimately will be successful in reaching your goal. Even if you fail to achieve your goal, you can feel good about having made the effort. But with a bad motivation, people can praise you or you can achieve goals, but you still will not be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Again, we may sometimes feel that our whole lives are unsatisfactory, we feel on the point of being overwhelmed by the difficulties that confront us. This happens to us all in varying degrees from time to time. When this occurs, it is vital that we make every effort to find a way of lifting our spirits. We can do this by recollecting our good fortune. We may, for example, be loved by someone; we may have certain talents; we may have received a good education; we may have our basic needs provided for - food to eat, clothes to wear, somewhere to live - we may have performed certain altruistic deeds in the past. We must take into consideration even the slightest positive aspect of our lives. For if we fail to find some way of uplifting ourselves, there is every danger of sinking further into our sense of powerlessness. This can lead us to believe that we have no capacity for doing good whatsoever. Thus we create the conditions of despair itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;As a Buddhist monk I have learned that what principally upsets our inner peace is what we call disturbing emotions.&amp;nbsp; All those thoughts, emotions, and mental events which reflect a negative or uncompassionate state of mind inevitably undermine our experience of inner peace. All our negative thoughts and emotions - such as hatred, anger, pride, lust, greed, envy, and so on - are considered to be sources of difficulty, to be disturbing. Negative thoughts and emotions are what obstruct our most basic aspiration - to be happy and to avoid suffering. When we act under their influence, we become oblivious to the impact our actions have on others: they are thus the cause of our destructive behaviour both toward others and to ourselves. Murder, scandal, and deceit all have their origin in disturbing emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;This inevitably gives rise to the question - can we train the mind? There are many methods by which to do this. Among these, in the Buddhist tradition, is a special instruction called mind training, which focuses on cultivating concern for others and turning adversity to advantage. It is this pattern of thought, transforming problems into happiness that has enabled the Tibetan people to maintain their dignity and spirit in the face of great difficulties. Indeed I have found this advice of great practical benefit in my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;A great Tibetan teacher of mind training once remarked that one of the mind’s most marvellous qualities is that it can be transformed. I have no doubt that those who attempt to transform their minds, overcome their disturbing emotions and achieve a sense of inner peace, will, over a period of time, notice a change in their mental attitudes and responses to people and events. Their minds will become more disciplined and positive. And I am sure they will find their own sense of happiness grow as they contribute to the greater happiness of others. I offer my prayers that everyone who makes this their goal will be blessed with success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Dalai Lama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;December 31, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Published in the Hindustan Times, India, on January 3rd, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-7285574881278229379?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/7285574881278229379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=7285574881278229379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/7285574881278229379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/7285574881278229379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2011/01/countering-stress-and-depression-by.html' title='Countering Stress and Depression by the Dalai Lama'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-1672858641118865901</id><published>2010-11-24T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:43:01.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy My Annual Thanksgiving Day Ode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Ode to Waking Up – 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;By: Jonathan Pofsky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;www.breathesomatics.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We all start asleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In the womb that we rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where nourishment comes freely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;At one in the nest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And then the day comes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To meet this world anew&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When the light hits our eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We awake as me, as you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To live in a world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;That feels separate at first&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We walk and talk our days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Some the best, some the worst&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;But we pick ourselves up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And wash off the dirt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To face life as it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With these pants and this shirt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The clothes that cover up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Who we’re really inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The formless quality of being&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Expanding so far and so wide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Which cannot be contained&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;By a personality or name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It’s bigger than that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The open sky of this game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where clouds always pass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Like thoughts and feelings too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Strong sensations we sense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Some familiar, some new&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Each one to remind us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where all forms start&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The huge ocean of being&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Of which we’re a part&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where it’s tempting to make&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Me into the other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When we all are reflections&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Each a sister, a brother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;And when we’re asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We let war lead the way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where every day is cloudy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Obscuring the sun’s every ray&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;That reaches our eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With all the same light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The timeless moment it hits us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Merging the day and the night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where we’re restful and awake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And connected with truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Grounded in the mystery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where we’re all our own sleuth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Here to investigate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Who we are, why we’re here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The ultimate questions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We all love and all fear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;But today is about thanks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And of course about giving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To offer our gratitude&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To this life we’re all living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;So as your prepare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To eat and to drink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Remember one thing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;As you breathe and you blink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We are not in control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We are not the master&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When we wake up to this truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We can avert a disaster&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And live more in harmony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With ease and in peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Where we know who we are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In this body that we lease&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And give back in the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When its time to return&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To the place where we rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In every lesson we learn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;So when we are home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Our one true abode&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We can open our eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Waking up, this year’s ode&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-1672858641118865901?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/1672858641118865901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=1672858641118865901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1672858641118865901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1672858641118865901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving-enjoy-my-annual.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy My Annual Thanksgiving Day Ode.'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-6060310215083664346</id><published>2010-11-23T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:36:38.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriending Stress Article: Part 4 of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Taking Action&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The final step asks you what the appropriate actions would be for you to help transform your stress response. Once you have greeted your experience and relaxed with it in the body, the right conditions have been created to listen within. Notice if an internal voice is guiding you towards a particular action to take. Trust that even if you are unable to rid yourself completely of stress in the moment, there is an action that will help you take care of yourself as you continue onward through your day. Perhaps you need to remove yourself from a stressful situation for a while, take a walk, focus on your breath as you work, call a friend, etc. Setting a short-term goal, making a list, or other organizing efforts can also be effective ways of addressing the stressful situation in a new way. Eventually, creating a long-term stress relief plan will be necessary. Most importantly, know your stress triggers and establish a new relationship with them as you continue to apply the attitudes of friendliness and objectivity you have cultivated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One especially important action can be to reframe a difficult thought that is perpetuating your stress. Take note of the thought that seems to trigger your stress. Notice how it may be filled with overgeneralizations, exaggerations, or restrictions. Dispute this irrational thought with one that bears more truth. For example, say I keep thinking, “Why is everything always so hard for me?” A more rational and accurate response would be “There are times when some things come easy. This might not be one of them but I can do my best right now and see how it turns out.” When we extinguish the power of these dysfunctional and stress-inducing thoughts with more rational, logical, and compassionate thinking, we free ourselves from the destructive path of thinking. Notice how it feels to move forward with thinking that more accurately represents the situation at hand. More details on how to practice this can be found in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Cognitive Behavioral Workbook (for Depression or for Anxiety)&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Anxiety and Phobia Workbook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Path&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This process is about cultivating compassionate awareness, harmonious relationships, and trusting the wisdom you have within you. You are so much more than your stressful thoughts, feelings, and sensations. So why limit yourself to this superficial lens of viewing the world. Open yourself to yourself in a kind embodied way. The only way out of stress is to move through it. This is not magic but a deeper way of relating with our present experience. Over time, this process will become more internalized and will take less time. In the beginning, you may have to “try it on” for a while and even though it may feel clunky, you are beginning a new way of responding to your stress that will have great benefit. But don’t believe me. Try it out and see for yourself. If you find benefit, then you have found an effective path in revolutionizing your responses to stress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-6060310215083664346?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/6060310215083664346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=6060310215083664346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6060310215083664346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6060310215083664346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/11/befriending-stress-article-part-4-of-4.html' title='Befriending Stress Article: Part 4 of 4'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4087487203987661579</id><published>2010-11-10T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:01:12.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriending Stress Article: Part 3 of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Being With&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After meeting and greeting our stress with a friendly awareness, the next step to transforming your stress responses invites you to dive into the realm of sensation in the body. Make a direct link with your most immediate and obvious sensation in your body. Even if it is painful or uncomfortable, make your best efforts to stay with it. Let yourself breathe and relax with the sensations. Feel the breath in your belly and soften its hard edges. It is important here to let go of any agenda to get rid of the sensations or fix something. They will dissolve on their own as you relax more and more with your direct link into the body. Observe how the particular sensations change on their own. Note the changes in pressure, temperature, movement, and tone (pleasant, unpleasant, or neutral). Let yourself align with the neutral act of observing or witnessing. When you begin to space out or get hijacked by the beliefs and stories in the mind, just return to this awareness of sensation in the body. Notice again if you have started to contract around the sensations. See if there are any muscles that are gripping that can be softened. Is the breath being held? If you forget to relax, you will likely get overwhelmed and retrigger a dysfunctional stress response. Attention can be placed on one area or can move around to several areas as the tension starts to dissolve. If the sensation is very subtle, it may be difficult to maintain the link. With practice, you will become more sensitive to subtleties in the body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Just as an open hearted and friendly quality was needed in step one, step two demands the development of objectivity and relaxation. Even when sensations are sharp and painful, you can learn to sit in the fire of this experience with dignity, spaciousness, and ease. You are learning a crucial skill that will change how you respond to the presence of stress in your body. Take it slow and be patient. How long you take at this stage will vary. Once you feel yourself begin to relax and become more embodied, it may be time to transition to step three. Take as much time as you need or can here. Even a minute can have a powerful impact on your relationship with your stress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4087487203987661579?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/4087487203987661579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=4087487203987661579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4087487203987661579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4087487203987661579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/11/befriending-stress-article-part-3-of-4.html' title='Befriending Stress Article: Part 3 of 4'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-5406328216889865098</id><published>2010-10-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:05:13.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriending Stress Article: Part 2 of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meet and Greet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The first step to transform your stress responses is the crucial act of befriending stress. When we meet a person, we might greet them in many ways. Perhaps we greet them in a personal manner that communicates openness, care, and friendliness. Or we might greet them in a closed manner that communicates avoidance, indifference, or even judgment. Meeting a symptom of stress is no different. Yet as humans, we tend to gravitate towards what is pleasant and push away what is unpleasant. So it is natural that we would greet the unpleasant thoughts, feelings, and sensations of stress with aversion, contraction, and judgment. In the world of stress responses though, this closed greeting exacerbates harmful symptoms of stress. Tension increases in both the body and mind, further activating the SNS. When the stress trigger has expired, this tension continues to cause a disturbance in our ability to rest. Even though it may seem counter-intuitive to some, meeting our stress in the mind and body and greeting it with acceptance and friendliness communicates a harmonious relationship. When we are in harmony with our inner and outer environment, we create the right conditions for a restful mind and body. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This critical first step is to remove any and all conflict with our present experience, despite our preferences for things to be different. Bring your attention inside. Take a quick inventory of your thoughts, feelings, and sensations. These will be the objects to meet and greet. Name the worried thoughts, the fear and frustration, and the knot in the pit of your belly or chest, for example. Acknowledge the temporary life of these forms and allow them space to be here. An inner monologue may sound something like this, “This is what is here right now. I see you and welcome you.” You will find the right words that work for you. Since what is happening is&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; already&lt;/i&gt; happening, the sooner you recognize and accept its presence, the sooner its grasp can be released. When you struggle with the content of your experience, it is no longer free to arise and pass away naturally as do all of our thoughts, sensations, and feelings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This idea is well defined in the Buddhist practice of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mindfulness,&lt;/i&gt; where we acknowledge what is, without judgment. It is said that mindfulness is like a clear mirror reflecting the present moment just as it is. Jack Kornfield, founder and teacher at Spirit Rock Meditation Center, speaks about the practice of bowing to your present experience. The act of bowing is often seen as a sign of respect and honor. This can also serve as a visual cue for you as you compassionately take inventory of your stress. Remember that even though it may seem counter-intuitive to respect and befriend experiences you do not enjoy, this is exactly what is being asked of you. This will take time to practice. Know this. Do not judge how well you are doing. Simply meet and greet your experience as you would a friend, inviting all parts of your experience to be here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-5406328216889865098?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/5406328216889865098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=5406328216889865098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5406328216889865098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5406328216889865098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/10/befriending-stress-article-part-2-of-4.html' title='Befriending Stress Article: Part 2 of 4'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-6428324384892864120</id><published>2010-10-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:20:16.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriending Stress Article: Part 1 of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rL2joxxUF0/TLdWFLQuDNI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddzCtSFp0GQ/s1600/Breathe_hdr_600.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rL2joxxUF0/TLdWFLQuDNI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddzCtSFp0GQ/s320/Breathe_hdr_600.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527981714542824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Befriending Stress:&lt;br /&gt;3 Steps to Revolutionize your Responses to Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is hard. I hear that a lot and more often than not, I agree. The life that most of us have come to know is a modern day balancing act of go go go and do do do. We work long hours, often staring at screens or hurrying from one intense meeting to the next. Day after day, week after week, the body starts to gradually rebel with its offerings of musculoskeletal pain, elevated heart rate, and splitting headaches. The mind grows weary and agitated. The breath becomes shallow, constricted, and ultimately, neglected. And yet even if we know we are stressed, and overwhelmed, we do little to change the root of the dysfunctional ways we respond to stress. Perhaps we find ways to temporarily relieve our condition. More often than not, we end up caught in the same dreadful stress patterns, convincing in their assumptions that this is just the way it is and we need to slog our way though it. When stress is left unattended, it manifests as involuntary stress responses in the body and mood disorders such as depression and anxiety. If you feel trapped and oppressed by stress and stressful conditions, there is a good chance there is something revolutionary you may not have tried yet: Make stress your friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Transforming your responses to stress is do-able for you, right now, regardless of the stressor or symptom of stress. Using a clear three-step process, you will learn how to befriend stress, access it in the body, and take appropriate actions to create balance and ease. Before we get started, there are a few things you need to know about stress that will help you begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Need to Know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term stress is derived from the Latin stringere, to draw tight, which is an excellent frame of reference for what happens to us mentally and physically when we are in its grasp. There are two kinds of stress: eustress and distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eustress is stress or activity without negative consequences on the autonomic nervous system (ANS). Imagine the stimulating effort needed to give a talk in front of a small group of people. Distress has destructive consequences on the nervous system, especially with extended or repeated exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barometer for our stress is always the ANS, which is divided into two parts: sympathetic and parasympathetic. Sympathetic (SNS) is known as the fight-or-flight response and is thought to evolve from our need to escape large predators. The heart beats faster, pupils dilate, blood is drawn away from the stomach and extremities, and stimulating hormones such as adrenaline and cortisol are released. Extreme activation of the SNS creates the conditions for many harmful symptoms of stress like hypertension, anxiety and ulcers. Parasympathetic (PNS) is known as the rest and digest response and brings the body back to its restful state by reducing the release of stress hormones and heart rate, and redirecting blood to stomach and extremities. The PNS is the reason we feel calmer after intense exercise or after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two categories of stress triggers that stimulate various stress responses: external and internal. External stress triggers are specific events, circumstances, or relationships in your life that cause an activation of stress responses in the nervous system. This could include work life, social life, family life, illness/physical conditions, and the myriad tasks and responsibilities we take on or are required of us. Internal stress triggers are specific thoughts and feelings that mimic the same stress responses in the nervous system. Both triggers can carry the same weight in its impact on the ANS. Therefore, a real or imagined event can impact the nervous system the very same way. Thinking about traffic and imagining being in traffic can easily replicate the bodily symptoms of actually being in traffic. Understanding what is triggering our stress is critical in shifting our dysfunctional and unsatisfying responses to stress. Making a list of external and internal stress triggers is an extremely practical and helpful action step towards this cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now that you have a basic understanding of how stress works, you are ready for three steps that will transform how you respond to stress in your life. Like anything new, it may take time to grow comfortable with this mind/body approach. So take a deep breath NOW, and stay open to exploring these three steps that will help you uncover the peace and ease already within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay tuned for part 2 of 4 of this article to be released last week of October. You can be notified directly of any updates by following me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/jonathanpofsky"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mill-Valley-CA/Breathe-Somatic-Therapies/185488191535?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-6428324384892864120?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/6428324384892864120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=6428324384892864120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6428324384892864120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6428324384892864120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/10/befriending-stress-article-part-1-of-4.html' title='Befriending Stress Article: Part 1 of 4'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rL2joxxUF0/TLdWFLQuDNI/AAAAAAAAATM/ddzCtSFp0GQ/s72-c/Breathe_hdr_600.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-5505121411485515652</id><published>2010-09-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:40:06.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more basic&lt;br /&gt;More ordinary, more universal&lt;br /&gt;Underneath every moment&lt;br /&gt;Involuntary and circuitous&lt;br /&gt;Without beginning or end&lt;br /&gt;Our most intimate life partner&lt;br /&gt;Expands and contracts&lt;br /&gt;Within the very fabric of this skin&lt;br /&gt;As we sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;Struggle and grasp&lt;br /&gt;Each breath&lt;br /&gt;Listening&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting&lt;br /&gt;Supporting&lt;br /&gt;To the message you send it&lt;br /&gt;As you swim on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Of a thrilling life that pleases and threatens&lt;br /&gt;That invites you to quietly lie down&lt;br /&gt;And shrewdly protect yourself &lt;br /&gt;All at once&lt;br /&gt;And this one thing&lt;br /&gt;That binds you to this moment&lt;br /&gt;The one you have heard to be present with&lt;br /&gt;And it is this you cannot purchase&lt;br /&gt;This you cannot borrow or steal&lt;br /&gt;For this is yours to meet&lt;br /&gt;Whether stranger or friend&lt;br /&gt;With your mindful attention&lt;br /&gt;With your kind presence&lt;br /&gt;With your curious mind&lt;br /&gt;It will be there&lt;br /&gt;When no else can&lt;br /&gt;Or no one else will&lt;br /&gt;This foundation of your aliveness&lt;br /&gt;With which you align yourself&lt;br /&gt;To quiet the mind&lt;br /&gt;And de-mystify the body&lt;br /&gt;To penetrate truth&lt;br /&gt;And uncover peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inhale&lt;br /&gt;Allows you to make contact&lt;br /&gt;And expand the space inside&lt;br /&gt;Drawing in precious oxygen&lt;br /&gt;To our lifeline as our crimson rivers&lt;br /&gt;Flood every organ, every tissue, every cell&lt;br /&gt;A feeding frenzy that energizes and mobilizes&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhale&lt;br /&gt;Allows you to relax&lt;br /&gt;And feel your feet on the earth&lt;br /&gt;Expelling out carbon dioxide&lt;br /&gt;To our lifeline of trees and plants&lt;br /&gt;Our generous contribution to nature&lt;br /&gt;That supports and beautifies &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stillness&lt;br /&gt;That space between each inhale and ex&lt;br /&gt;That invokes us to pause&lt;br /&gt;To meet each impulse with restraint&lt;br /&gt;So that we may get a taste&lt;br /&gt;Of the sweet nectar of stillness&lt;br /&gt;Ever-present in each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Underneath time&lt;br /&gt;This pulse of breath&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent to our mood or state&lt;br /&gt;Race or religion&lt;br /&gt;Connects me to you&lt;br /&gt;And you to another&lt;br /&gt;In a tapestry of ego-less community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be on your day of expiration &lt;br /&gt;From this form&lt;br /&gt;That your breath returns to the formless&lt;br /&gt;That you give it back to seamlessly light the flame&lt;br /&gt;Of a new being to be born again&lt;br /&gt;And others will gaze down on your breathlessness&lt;br /&gt;With deep wonder and earnest respect&lt;br /&gt;For all your breath offered you in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are still here&lt;br /&gt;Intertwined with your winds of life&lt;br /&gt;Seek the intelligence that is already in you&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and out as you listen&lt;br /&gt;To the words that invite your presence&lt;br /&gt;To slip into the life of breath&lt;br /&gt;Your most indelible life partner&lt;br /&gt;That is here to help you like none other&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams and visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this&lt;br /&gt;Inhale &lt;br /&gt;And exhale&lt;br /&gt;So ordinary is peace&lt;br /&gt;So ordinary is peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-5505121411485515652?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/5505121411485515652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=5505121411485515652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5505121411485515652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5505121411485515652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/09/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4215077507525247429</id><published>2010-06-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:50:18.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When We're Done Being Afraid, Then What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;When We're Done Being Afraid, Then What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;All I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Is smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And observe the thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And thank it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;For it taught me something so valuable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;From my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I extend it my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And shed the crust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of negativity and judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of my history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of my family's history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of all history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of all beings everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Wouldn't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;It comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;But not as strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Because I can see it for what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And trust that underneath it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Is a Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;An amazing ocean of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;That is in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Is in all beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Always has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Never born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Never dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;So when darkness falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Trust the medicine of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Breathe deeply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;RELAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And remember that everything changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;That is its nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And if we bear witness to its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;We can learn what it is trying to teach us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;To love ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;To love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;To love our Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;To love all beings everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;They are just sensations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;It is your reactivity to them that brings you unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4215077507525247429?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/4215077507525247429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=4215077507525247429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4215077507525247429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4215077507525247429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-were-done-being-afraid-then-what.html' title='When We&apos;re Done Being Afraid, Then What?'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-3281743424624961674</id><published>2009-12-10T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:41:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from my December BREATHE. Newsletter</title><content type='html'>One question that has been circling my world recently has been this: How do we stay connected to our spiritual path while balancing all the day to day responsibilities and demands that life requires? Another way to look at this question is this: How do we find meaning and connection within the gritty details of life's housekeeping, accounting, and relationships? Clearly, the answers could warrant an article, chapter, or even a full book. But let me share just a few tips to get you through the holiday season connected, inspired, and vibrant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Begin the day with an intention to open to all experiences of your day, pleasant or unpleasant, as a gift and a teacher. With this intention, you can ask yourself in a wonderful or difficult moment, "What is this experience trying to teach me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Notice the thoughts/stories that circulate through the mind. When you notice "always, never, should/n't, every..." thoughts, investigate whether these triggering thoughts are true or not. If you do this honestly, you will find an exception to every one of these all or nothing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find at least 15 minutes to tend to your body every day. Exercise, yoga, meditation, massage (self-massage included), anything that gets you focused on body rather then the endless list of things to DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. I promise that if you follow these tips, you will feel that much more connected, inspired, and vibrant. The time is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-3281743424624961674?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/3281743424624961674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=3281743424624961674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/3281743424624961674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/3281743424624961674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-from-my-december-breathe.html' title='Excerpt from my December BREATHE. Newsletter'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-3480502141324927082</id><published>2009-11-24T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:04:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Thanksgiving Ode</title><content type='html'>11/24/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedicated to my best friends: Julie and Harley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather one, gather all&lt;br /&gt;From beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;For the fun’s about to start&lt;br /&gt;With an ode to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend we are grateful&lt;br /&gt;For all they reflect&lt;br /&gt;For their strength and their caring&lt;br /&gt;Their love, their respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the space that they make&lt;br /&gt;When we need them the most&lt;br /&gt;The familiar tone in the room&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive to your host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welcoming vibe&lt;br /&gt;That each one of us needs&lt;br /&gt;The companionship through time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re doing our deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s work or its play&lt;br /&gt;With a friend is no matter&lt;br /&gt;Just laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;And limitless chatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that we hear&lt;br /&gt;The advice or the joke&lt;br /&gt;The generosity we feel&lt;br /&gt;Whether we’re rich or we’re broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a teacher&lt;br /&gt;That knows what is vital&lt;br /&gt;It’s that gaze in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;That surrenders any name, any title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a spirit, like you&lt;br /&gt;Who you recognize the same&lt;br /&gt;Who will still call you out&lt;br /&gt;When you’re just being lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its forgiveness, the glue&lt;br /&gt;That keeps us together&lt;br /&gt;The compassion that turns &lt;br /&gt;The years into forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it’s said there’s just one rule&lt;br /&gt;The rule that it begins&lt;br /&gt;The rule that opens the can of time&lt;br /&gt;Until we wake to winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds that go on when we’re done&lt;br /&gt;The winds that take us home&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing you have shared this life&lt;br /&gt;With a friend, you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even when we disappear&lt;br /&gt;And into ourselves we go&lt;br /&gt;A friend is like the desert spring&lt;br /&gt;The fertile seed we sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this day, the seeds do sprout&lt;br /&gt;And abundance does her dance&lt;br /&gt;Of feeding us with nutritious food&lt;br /&gt;Until we must loosen our pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we look unto another&lt;br /&gt;Who is aging, just like you&lt;br /&gt;One who turns down the many years&lt;br /&gt;For a room with a scenic view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One to watch, as we grow&lt;br /&gt;And then to stumble again&lt;br /&gt;One to make such great tradition&lt;br /&gt;Like this ode, which now turns ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, all together&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cause&lt;br /&gt;Just this message to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;And to give the doing a pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being here today&lt;br /&gt;With each other is the best&lt;br /&gt;A day to feel awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;And a night with which to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy this life and all your days&lt;br /&gt;With those who you depend&lt;br /&gt;And recite your joys openly&lt;br /&gt;With you own ode to a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-3480502141324927082?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/3480502141324927082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=3480502141324927082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/3480502141324927082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/3480502141324927082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-thanksgiving-ode.html' title='2009 Thanksgiving Ode'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4978534991941497518</id><published>2009-10-20T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:22:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of Life</title><content type='html'>The Edge of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get real still&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;And allow the movements of life&lt;br /&gt;To keep moving as they do&lt;br /&gt;So that the stillness can reflect &lt;br /&gt;All that is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of faith&lt;br /&gt;And wisdom of stepping back&lt;br /&gt;From the edge&lt;br /&gt;To where I have walked&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;The fear&lt;br /&gt;Of being seen&lt;br /&gt;Of not being seen&lt;br /&gt;The anxiety of not having enough&lt;br /&gt;The anxiety of losing what I have&lt;br /&gt;The desperation of collapse&lt;br /&gt;The desperation of self-making&lt;br /&gt;The edge&lt;br /&gt;Where the unpleasant rules&lt;br /&gt;And our lack of control shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeping &lt;br /&gt;Towards and away&lt;br /&gt;From that which we find distasteful&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that won’t go away&lt;br /&gt;The stories that inconveniently resurface&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that incessantly repeat&lt;br /&gt;And those life moments that are other than the way&lt;br /&gt;The way that is my way&lt;br /&gt;My way&lt;br /&gt;The pleasant way&lt;br /&gt;The congenial way, what’s agreeable, &lt;br /&gt;And inherently easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting &lt;br /&gt;The nobility&lt;br /&gt;Of this suffering&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;And the remembering&lt;br /&gt;Of the beauty of this struggle&lt;br /&gt;Of the places inside that must emerge&lt;br /&gt;From this dharma&lt;br /&gt;Living in you&lt;br /&gt;This life&lt;br /&gt;That chose you&lt;br /&gt;This body&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just these life experiences&lt;br /&gt;To sculpt you&lt;br /&gt;Just as you are&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;To show you your magnificence&lt;br /&gt;Even if you refuse to see it&lt;br /&gt;Or can not feel it&lt;br /&gt;The flame of nobility remains lit&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And for all beings that touch this suffering&lt;br /&gt;To remind us &lt;br /&gt;That we are connected&lt;br /&gt;Never been separate&lt;br /&gt;Not alone at this edge of life&lt;br /&gt;Where the illusion of separateness&lt;br /&gt;Is the dividing line between peace and agony&lt;br /&gt;Joy and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this in your family&lt;br /&gt;You see this in your friends&lt;br /&gt;You see this in those you do not know&lt;br /&gt;And you see this in yourself&lt;br /&gt;The way we fight with our moments&lt;br /&gt;The way we fear what may come&lt;br /&gt;The way we cling to what we can not accept&lt;br /&gt;You see this&lt;br /&gt;And you understand&lt;br /&gt;Like an island in the murky waters&lt;br /&gt;Of all that is confusing and dreary&lt;br /&gt;Of all that is sorrowful and heavy&lt;br /&gt;That there is light&lt;br /&gt;The light&lt;br /&gt;Of insight&lt;br /&gt;That climbs&lt;br /&gt;Each vertebrae&lt;br /&gt;Until the spine returns to&lt;br /&gt;The grace&lt;br /&gt;That connects heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;That which is seen and known&lt;br /&gt;And that which is unseen and not to be known&lt;br /&gt;This body allows for the return&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;For the breath to land&lt;br /&gt;And expand&lt;br /&gt;For the spirit to lighten&lt;br /&gt;And root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cosmic and turbulent dance&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4978534991941497518?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/4978534991941497518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=4978534991941497518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4978534991941497518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4978534991941497518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2009/10/edge-of-life.html' title='The Edge of Life'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-8997332424868177496</id><published>2009-03-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:50:05.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sensible It Is</title><content type='html'>The simple act of just feeling&lt;br /&gt;What is here&lt;br /&gt;And witnessing every impulse&lt;br /&gt;To twist and turn away&lt;br /&gt;To disperse this pulse of life&lt;br /&gt;To do more&lt;br /&gt;To interact&lt;br /&gt;And stay intertwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keen observation&lt;br /&gt;Allows me to know how I am&lt;br /&gt;How I act&lt;br /&gt;What I choose&lt;br /&gt;And what I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the gripping&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to some imagined release&lt;br /&gt;From this moment of life&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn’t even appear unpleasant in its conditions&lt;br /&gt;And yet the ability to watch and feel still a balancing act&lt;br /&gt;As joy, love, &amp; strength&lt;br /&gt;Merge as a charge&lt;br /&gt;That still must be felt&lt;br /&gt;Before it is blindly defended against&lt;br /&gt;And turned sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night penetrates into the body&lt;br /&gt;And the stars start to stick like freckles&lt;br /&gt;I become the cosmos&lt;br /&gt;And the earth just a witness&lt;br /&gt;To this incredible joy of what is  &lt;br /&gt;And what will come&lt;br /&gt;As an offering to the great river of suffering&lt;br /&gt;Washing over each one of us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open myself to this window &lt;br /&gt;Gazing into the open skies of love and of grace&lt;br /&gt;Where I forget all the things I have done&lt;br /&gt;And have to do still&lt;br /&gt;Losing this Self to find something&lt;br /&gt;Wide and expansive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I am here in this body&lt;br /&gt;But I ebb and flow with this breath&lt;br /&gt;Aligning me with a truth I can only point to&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how many ways there are &lt;br /&gt;To forget what we think we know&lt;br /&gt;And feel the current of life&lt;br /&gt;This infinite weaving of joy and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;Tension and ease&lt;br /&gt;Inbreath and out&lt;br /&gt;Me and we&lt;br /&gt;Floating by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sensible it is&lt;br /&gt;To bask in it&lt;br /&gt;Before it is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-8997332424868177496?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-8037091526856934784</id><published>2009-01-05T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:45:55.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTH</title><content type='html'>You have to start where you are&lt;br /&gt;And feel what you know&lt;br /&gt;What is wanting to expire&lt;br /&gt;And what is wanting to come forth&lt;br /&gt;Eternal beginnings and endings&lt;br /&gt;Cycling again and again&lt;br /&gt;To this world&lt;br /&gt;From what’s underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Where things are not things&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is separate&lt;br /&gt;Not any being&lt;br /&gt;Not any thought&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one left out&lt;br /&gt;Of what we share&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Birth&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;The truth of life&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through the veins of all beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth&lt;br /&gt;What emerges from the mystery&lt;br /&gt;And brings with&lt;br /&gt;New life&lt;br /&gt;Fresh skin&lt;br /&gt;The smell of a baby’s head&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of all that we cut off&lt;br /&gt;And refuse to look at&lt;br /&gt;What breaks our heart&lt;br /&gt;While we are looking away&lt;br /&gt;For something&lt;br /&gt;To take us away from &lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;The suffering in me&lt;br /&gt;The suffering in you&lt;br /&gt;All of it&lt;br /&gt;Making beings hurt one another&lt;br /&gt;And themselves&lt;br /&gt;Again &lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of birth&lt;br /&gt;Spew forth&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;Let us know we are alive&lt;br /&gt;That we have hearts&lt;br /&gt;Beating&lt;br /&gt;And breaking&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythms of life&lt;br /&gt;The ones that feel good&lt;br /&gt;And the ones that don’t&lt;br /&gt;The ones that attract us&lt;br /&gt;And the ones that repel&lt;br /&gt;All part of the whole&lt;br /&gt;All of which&lt;br /&gt;Lies at the feet &lt;br /&gt;Of a life&lt;br /&gt;No longer willing to pretend&lt;br /&gt;No longer willing to control&lt;br /&gt;And no longer willing to push away&lt;br /&gt;What is in us&lt;br /&gt;What is around us&lt;br /&gt;For better &lt;br /&gt;And for worse&lt;br /&gt;This mystery&lt;br /&gt;This parade of life&lt;br /&gt;Emerges from prehistoric communities&lt;br /&gt;Into our today&lt;br /&gt;While we wait &lt;br /&gt;In the nest&lt;br /&gt;Of hope&lt;br /&gt;Hope that values of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Can be values in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that courageously see&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves and each other&lt;br /&gt;Our friends and our enemies&lt;br /&gt;All with hearts that break&lt;br /&gt;Some with joy&lt;br /&gt;Some with pain&lt;br /&gt;All of it&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the bosom of compassion&lt;br /&gt;Birthing&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude for our love&lt;br /&gt;And love for our pain&lt;br /&gt;This healing&lt;br /&gt;The personal &lt;br /&gt;And the transpersonal&lt;br /&gt;What binds us together&lt;br /&gt;Timeless wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Growing from the soils&lt;br /&gt;Of this Earth&lt;br /&gt;Changing every day&lt;br /&gt;And we feel that&lt;br /&gt;The formlessness of change&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our grasp&lt;br /&gt;This mystery embodied&lt;br /&gt;In this now&lt;br /&gt;This divine presence &lt;br /&gt;Unfolding&lt;br /&gt;And awakening&lt;br /&gt;To see itself&lt;br /&gt;The reflections of birth&lt;br /&gt;Pure light&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;br /&gt;The Mother&lt;br /&gt;And an instinct to &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ready.&lt;br /&gt;Inhale.&lt;br /&gt;Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;It begins…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-8037091526856934784?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-8901422880134468932</id><published>2008-11-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:16:46.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Being -Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>Here is my yearly Thanksgiving Ode: Enjoy everyone and have an amazing holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ode to Being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to replace&lt;br /&gt;Your capacity to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To exist as you are&lt;br /&gt;Alive in this form&lt;br /&gt;The capacity to witness&lt;br /&gt;This sun or this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever might pass&lt;br /&gt;Thru this moment of life&lt;br /&gt;Wants its voice heard&lt;br /&gt;Without fear, without strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes both your ears&lt;br /&gt;And it takes both your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To relinquish what binds you&lt;br /&gt;And mistakes you for “I”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a pronoun&lt;br /&gt;Or some thought that you think&lt;br /&gt;You are this pulsing vibrant being&lt;br /&gt;To this mystery, a link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection between us&lt;br /&gt;What is true and always been&lt;br /&gt;It is this sense of our alikeness&lt;br /&gt;This shared game we all win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are acceptance&lt;br /&gt;To let this moment be&lt;br /&gt;Another compassion&lt;br /&gt;The light hearted tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That grows in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wall that you live&lt;br /&gt;That grows each little bit&lt;br /&gt;The more love that you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether you like it&lt;br /&gt;Or whether you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Or whether you will &lt;br /&gt;Or whether you won’t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace all that is&lt;br /&gt;This capacity to be&lt;br /&gt;This moment’s true gift&lt;br /&gt;To you and to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for this we give thanks&lt;br /&gt;The gift we’ve unwrapped&lt;br /&gt;This glowing appreciation&lt;br /&gt;To be has been tapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can not go back&lt;br /&gt;Into simply just doing&lt;br /&gt;Without taking a moment&lt;br /&gt;To bring on the mooing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we feast on our blessings&lt;br /&gt;And good drink and good food&lt;br /&gt;It's an ode to being&lt;br /&gt;That’s offered its mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-8901422880134468932?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/8901422880134468932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=8901422880134468932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Perish before their full beauty is exposed&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to give back to the mother&lt;br /&gt;To the roots and stalks&lt;br /&gt;The legs that walk&lt;br /&gt;To collect and to gather&lt;br /&gt;The life force to persevere&lt;br /&gt;Through the unveiling of its outer forms&lt;br /&gt;Streaking its safest colors to the cold, crisp air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dew&lt;br /&gt;Now resting on the lips of birth&lt;br /&gt;Gleefully descends its clarity&lt;br /&gt;Into the center of transformation&lt;br /&gt;Where the right alchemy takes shape&lt;br /&gt;For the true nature of things to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the relationship&lt;br /&gt;Betwixt and between&lt;br /&gt;All things dependent on one flower&lt;br /&gt;That carries the expansion of what is most intimate&lt;br /&gt;From the center&lt;br /&gt;Pushing&lt;br /&gt;Pressing&lt;br /&gt;Outward&lt;br /&gt;The outer lips fully drinking the morning spirits&lt;br /&gt;Making room &lt;br /&gt;Making way&lt;br /&gt;For what is happening already&lt;br /&gt;What is in motion&lt;br /&gt;What is wanting to be seen&lt;br /&gt;To be admired&lt;br /&gt;Not for its accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;But simply to be gazed into&lt;br /&gt;For its ultimate beauty &lt;br /&gt;Expressing itself in its right time&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Only through the embrace of nature itself&lt;br /&gt;Softly taking claim of its unabashed life&lt;br /&gt;Without judgment or pity&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fear in a flower&lt;br /&gt;So completely transfixed in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discourse of seasons fills the days&lt;br /&gt; With simple chatter elegantly turning &lt;br /&gt;To the whispers of nights&lt;br /&gt;And as morning shines through&lt;br /&gt;Its first morning stretch&lt;br /&gt;The bloom drops its petals&lt;br /&gt;From outside back in&lt;br /&gt;And returns quietly to the earth&lt;br /&gt;And in time&lt;br /&gt;Dissolves through the soils&lt;br /&gt;To return to its roots&lt;br /&gt;To support another child&lt;br /&gt;In uncovering its natural beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-5615670177910575328?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/5615670177910575328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=5615670177910575328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5615670177910575328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5615670177910575328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2008/10/unfolding.html' title='Unfolding'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-8362746434716864341</id><published>2008-04-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:58:01.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction and Compassion</title><content type='html'>This day&lt;br /&gt;This struggle&lt;br /&gt;Between what wants to be free&lt;br /&gt;And what unduly confines &lt;br /&gt;This shedding &lt;br /&gt;Of all who you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Who others think you are&lt;br /&gt;This very same part&lt;br /&gt;That you judge&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;In new and clever ways&lt;br /&gt;This very same part&lt;br /&gt;That you imagine others judge&lt;br /&gt;With sharp unkind eyes&lt;br /&gt;All of this&lt;br /&gt;Swirling&lt;br /&gt;Growing&lt;br /&gt;Lingering&lt;br /&gt;Until you are convinced&lt;br /&gt;You are this person&lt;br /&gt;The persecuted&lt;br /&gt;The victimized&lt;br /&gt;The one you never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;Fear has lead you &lt;br /&gt;To this self-fulfilled prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Of sorrow and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;The more you pushed away&lt;br /&gt;What was unpleasant in mind&lt;br /&gt;And intolerable in body&lt;br /&gt;The more you became seduced&lt;br /&gt;By the idea that you needed to be &lt;br /&gt;Somebody&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day&lt;br /&gt;Is not the same &lt;br /&gt;As the darkness you once knew&lt;br /&gt;It is so clear&lt;br /&gt;And so palpable&lt;br /&gt;That to seek freedom &lt;br /&gt;You must walk back&lt;br /&gt;Through the old structures and forms&lt;br /&gt;To generate this new relationship&lt;br /&gt;Where you carry your deep truth&lt;br /&gt;That you are not these forms&lt;br /&gt;And you need not push away&lt;br /&gt;Or cling to&lt;br /&gt;Or get seduced by&lt;br /&gt;These forms that have always&lt;br /&gt;Lead you&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;That you are something brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Beyond tiny thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And penetrating emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You retreat&lt;br /&gt;Back to the center&lt;br /&gt;The way back&lt;br /&gt;To what is underneath&lt;br /&gt;What suffers&lt;br /&gt;This humble journey&lt;br /&gt;Where you may be tempted&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;To be seduced&lt;br /&gt;To believe the illusions&lt;br /&gt;That have never served you&lt;br /&gt;But have been the building blocks &lt;br /&gt;To waking up&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;In this very heart&lt;br /&gt;The cool air&lt;br /&gt;To the fires &lt;br /&gt;Of purification&lt;br /&gt;And as you walk&lt;br /&gt;Amongst dilapidated structures&lt;br /&gt;Feel the heat of the fire&lt;br /&gt;But be wary of the burn&lt;br /&gt;Allow the cool air of compassion&lt;br /&gt;And the ancient goddess&lt;br /&gt;Who has taught you&lt;br /&gt;To merge love &lt;br /&gt;With your pain&lt;br /&gt;And create something new&lt;br /&gt;Something lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corners of the mouth ungrip &lt;br /&gt;And loosen&lt;br /&gt;And the breath of life moves through you&lt;br /&gt;And you trust that this struggle&lt;br /&gt;Is a new doorway &lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Ready&lt;br /&gt;And open&lt;br /&gt;To receive &lt;br /&gt;And to give&lt;br /&gt;These wise teachings &lt;br /&gt;Of the heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-8362746434716864341?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/8362746434716864341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=8362746434716864341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/8362746434716864341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/8362746434716864341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2008/04/seduction-and-compassion.html' title='Seduction and Compassion'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-5275185078464903862</id><published>2008-02-28T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:06:52.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment Day</title><content type='html'>It is what we fear&lt;br /&gt;And what grips us&lt;br /&gt;From inside and from out&lt;br /&gt;This judgment&lt;br /&gt;Of what I have done&lt;br /&gt;Of what I have not done&lt;br /&gt;It matters little&lt;br /&gt;What actually happens&lt;br /&gt;For the fantasy and reality&lt;br /&gt;Taste the same&lt;br /&gt;In our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a child to the elder&lt;br /&gt;It binds us&lt;br /&gt;And holds us back&lt;br /&gt;From bringing forth&lt;br /&gt;Who we are&lt;br /&gt;And who we may be&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Of those that feed us&lt;br /&gt;And surround us &lt;br /&gt;And of those we may never know&lt;br /&gt;Whose opinion&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;Matter so much&lt;br /&gt;And become magnanimous&lt;br /&gt;In our minds&lt;br /&gt;And harden &lt;br /&gt;From impressions&lt;br /&gt;To cracks&lt;br /&gt;That begin to fester&lt;br /&gt;And devour&lt;br /&gt;The nutrients&lt;br /&gt;And boldness of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may feel like the monster&lt;br /&gt;You once feared as a child&lt;br /&gt;That still lurks on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And keeps you from sleeping&lt;br /&gt;In peace&lt;br /&gt;And walking&lt;br /&gt;In peace&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;In peace&lt;br /&gt;And enjoying&lt;br /&gt;In peace&lt;br /&gt;This life&lt;br /&gt;You have been given&lt;br /&gt;That you may not feel grateful for&lt;br /&gt;Not any more&lt;br /&gt;Not when what consumes you&lt;br /&gt;Kills you&lt;br /&gt;Or slowly rots a fine heart&lt;br /&gt;That still longs for rest&lt;br /&gt;In this body&lt;br /&gt;The antidote&lt;br /&gt;For such afflictions&lt;br /&gt;That we feed every day&lt;br /&gt;The insatiable appetite&lt;br /&gt;Of the beast &lt;br /&gt;Is seen now through the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of this woman&lt;br /&gt;Or man&lt;br /&gt;Who must learn&lt;br /&gt;To feed the heart&lt;br /&gt;With compassion&lt;br /&gt;And ease&lt;br /&gt;And withstand&lt;br /&gt;The hunger&lt;br /&gt;Of a beast&lt;br /&gt;Who has consumed&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;And left grief&lt;br /&gt;In its wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;The body &lt;br /&gt;And direct your&lt;br /&gt;Attention&lt;br /&gt;Where you most need it&lt;br /&gt;Take in what you long for&lt;br /&gt;And find the courage &lt;br /&gt;To see this judgment&lt;br /&gt;As it is&lt;br /&gt;Without falter&lt;br /&gt;Or hesitation&lt;br /&gt;The audacity to disbelieve&lt;br /&gt;What has always shaken you&lt;br /&gt;And left you so barren&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;What expands you&lt;br /&gt;And makes you remember&lt;br /&gt;The blessings you know&lt;br /&gt;When something inside&lt;br /&gt;Lets go&lt;br /&gt;And silences&lt;br /&gt;And you find space&lt;br /&gt;Where you thought there was none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This judgment &lt;br /&gt;Has passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat when necessary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-5275185078464903862?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/5275185078464903862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=5275185078464903862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5275185078464903862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/5275185078464903862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2008/02/judgment-day.html' title='Judgment Day'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-6257118238318400750</id><published>2008-01-23T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:28:08.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Moment</title><content type='html'>This moment&lt;br /&gt;I arrive&lt;br /&gt;Unique footprints&lt;br /&gt;Making their marks&lt;br /&gt;On precious earth&lt;br /&gt;Supporting and inviting&lt;br /&gt;This body to pulse&lt;br /&gt;Right here&lt;br /&gt;And this mind&lt;br /&gt;To collect and unify&lt;br /&gt;Inside and around&lt;br /&gt;These bones &lt;br /&gt;And this flesh&lt;br /&gt;Right now &lt;br /&gt;Making their impressions&lt;br /&gt;In this space&lt;br /&gt;And this life&lt;br /&gt;Of heart &lt;br /&gt;And mind&lt;br /&gt;With my hands&lt;br /&gt;I make prayer&lt;br /&gt;And with my heart&lt;br /&gt;I receive&lt;br /&gt;And offer &lt;br /&gt;Wishes for peace&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;I return&lt;br /&gt;To the stillness&lt;br /&gt;I must meet with care&lt;br /&gt;So I may receive&lt;br /&gt;This blessing&lt;br /&gt;Of quietness&lt;br /&gt;Vast space&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;This warm fuzzy blanket&lt;br /&gt;Coating the excess noise&lt;br /&gt;Of others and self&lt;br /&gt;Like white caps on a wave&lt;br /&gt;Cresting and falling&lt;br /&gt;One wave &lt;br /&gt;Touching the whole&lt;br /&gt;With its innocence and grace&lt;br /&gt;And a knowing&lt;br /&gt;That these rhythms are right&lt;br /&gt;And benevolent &lt;br /&gt;And wise with purpose&lt;br /&gt;For each being&lt;br /&gt;Now just one&lt;br /&gt;This connection&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;I rest&lt;br /&gt;No longer needing&lt;br /&gt;To make something&lt;br /&gt;Do something&lt;br /&gt;Or be something&lt;br /&gt;This letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of who I think I am&lt;br /&gt;So I may feed&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;Just this&lt;br /&gt;Underneath&lt;br /&gt;All of these layers of self&lt;br /&gt;Ideas, concepts, dreams&lt;br /&gt;Extinguish here&lt;br /&gt;In this breath&lt;br /&gt;Where I am no longer &lt;br /&gt;Separate&lt;br /&gt;From another&lt;br /&gt;Just the same heart-filled&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Just the same light-filled&lt;br /&gt;Aliveness&lt;br /&gt;Awake and reflecting&lt;br /&gt;The same precious light&lt;br /&gt;Of our children and elders&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Around this world&lt;br /&gt;This universal meeting place&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-6257118238318400750?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/6257118238318400750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=6257118238318400750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6257118238318400750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6257118238318400750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-moment.html' title='This Moment'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-1482336057205136182</id><published>2007-11-20T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:21:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Silence-Thanksgiving 2007</title><content type='html'>Now is time to rest&lt;br /&gt;Your body in this place&lt;br /&gt;to simply be with family&lt;br /&gt;And unwind from the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where all is so busy&lt;br /&gt;And all is so loud&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining bright&lt;br /&gt;In search of a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon one which to rest&lt;br /&gt;And relax its strong rays&lt;br /&gt;Upon one to grow quiet&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of its days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we’ll take one&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving will do&lt;br /&gt;Its silence we return to&lt;br /&gt;Inner reflections of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you think&lt;br /&gt;And all that you say&lt;br /&gt;Rest in this body&lt;br /&gt;In this place, on this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the doing&lt;br /&gt;And responsibility for others&lt;br /&gt;In this moment can rest&lt;br /&gt;In the company of mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who birthed us and gave life&lt;br /&gt;To the dreams locked inside&lt;br /&gt;From the silence of the womb&lt;br /&gt;In this safe space we reside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the womb to the world&lt;br /&gt;Our inevitable path&lt;br /&gt;Where we lose precious silence&lt;br /&gt;In a warm word-filled bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we really get quiet&lt;br /&gt;For even a smidgen of time&lt;br /&gt;We can hear our own heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And the busyness of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can invite that to rest&lt;br /&gt;And release work from the day&lt;br /&gt;And give thanks for what’s here&lt;br /&gt;And praise life and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray to be safe&lt;br /&gt;We pray for our health&lt;br /&gt;But with both hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;As the true nature of wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we return&lt;br /&gt;To the great silence that’s here&lt;br /&gt;That binds us together&lt;br /&gt;Through all pain and all fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds each life here&lt;br /&gt;As if it were her own&lt;br /&gt;The fabric of caring&lt;br /&gt;So carefully sewn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take just a moment&lt;br /&gt;For yourself and all life&lt;br /&gt;To hear your own silence&lt;br /&gt;Your true husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To it you’re married&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your time&lt;br /&gt;So be kind in your silence&lt;br /&gt;and your rhythms and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment will do&lt;br /&gt;And then return to the party&lt;br /&gt;Where conversation is spirited&lt;br /&gt;And the meal is sure hearty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy and be grateful&lt;br /&gt;In this year, on this day&lt;br /&gt;And eat well with your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;And hear what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honor your silence&lt;br /&gt;To which you return&lt;br /&gt;So listen real well&lt;br /&gt;And your bound which to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the life of your brother&lt;br /&gt;Your mother, your wife&lt;br /&gt;Your grandma, your father&lt;br /&gt;And the littlest life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eating together&lt;br /&gt;This fertile abundance of many&lt;br /&gt;For silence we thank&lt;br /&gt;What doesn’t cost us a penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-1482336057205136182?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/1482336057205136182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=1482336057205136182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1482336057205136182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1482336057205136182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/11/ode-to-silence-thanksgiving-2007.html' title='Ode to Silence-Thanksgiving 2007'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-7256810518448423870</id><published>2007-11-20T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:15:19.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Tyler and Raven</title><content type='html'>This moment we breathe&lt;br /&gt;This moment we face&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers through time&lt;br /&gt;Who wed in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place filled with beauty&lt;br /&gt;This place filled with sun&lt;br /&gt;Shines the light rays of history&lt;br /&gt;Where two pages become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book they have written&lt;br /&gt;The story through time they create&lt;br /&gt;A Black bird and the Blue&lt;br /&gt;Stand together in their fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be here right now&lt;br /&gt;Soft gaze meets soft gaze&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that speak their values&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that show their ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be mystical and creative&lt;br /&gt;Like the deep ocean sea horse&lt;br /&gt;Who leads them into big hearts&lt;br /&gt;The great teacher of this course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of how to live and how to love&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of the ages&lt;br /&gt;Written through great hearts&lt;br /&gt;On Tyler and Raven’s pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book that keeps growing&lt;br /&gt;With each moment we give&lt;br /&gt;Our blessings and wishes&lt;br /&gt;For their life which to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the joys &lt;br /&gt;And filled with the pains&lt;br /&gt;That fills every life&lt;br /&gt;The moon waxes and wanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any love does&lt;br /&gt;The moon, our great teacher&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us about nature&lt;br /&gt;The eternal grace of each creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we meet with respect&lt;br /&gt;And with compassion for life&lt;br /&gt;Like each wife to a husband&lt;br /&gt;And each husband to wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance you seek &lt;br /&gt;Is the quest for each day&lt;br /&gt;When the body’s in pain&lt;br /&gt;And the mind runs astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s how you return&lt;br /&gt;To the center you seek&lt;br /&gt;Where you find strength&lt;br /&gt;To acknowledge the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yourself and the other&lt;br /&gt;With compassion you find&lt;br /&gt;Your life it can breathe&lt;br /&gt;When what heart speaks is kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of you&lt;br /&gt;Who you always have been&lt;br /&gt;You now share with another&lt;br /&gt;New family, new kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that surround&lt;br /&gt;See both of you now&lt;br /&gt;And the light you emit&lt;br /&gt;In the words of your vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yourself, to each other&lt;br /&gt;The words that do bind&lt;br /&gt;The commitment you make&lt;br /&gt;In both body and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your soul you make known&lt;br /&gt;A new place for your lover&lt;br /&gt;Sacred space which to rest&lt;br /&gt;A safe place to take cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this world with its threats&lt;br /&gt;And its negativity and fear&lt;br /&gt;You will find an oasis&lt;br /&gt;Where the water is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the eyes you see now&lt;br /&gt;Looking back into yours&lt;br /&gt;You see spirit and laughter&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, yes it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unimaginable love&lt;br /&gt;From this mysterious source&lt;br /&gt;The love of creation&lt;br /&gt;Nature’s birth, nature’s force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That found your two hearts&lt;br /&gt;And made them dance on a table&lt;br /&gt;From New York’s busy chaos&lt;br /&gt;To California’s playful fable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these friends and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;The ones you couldn’t be without&lt;br /&gt;The ones that bear witness&lt;br /&gt;To a heart bold and stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strength that will guide you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you together&lt;br /&gt;The patience to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of magical changes in weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we invite it all here&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the rain&lt;br /&gt;To fill up the sink&lt;br /&gt;And go back down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where your love overflows&lt;br /&gt;And floods open hearts&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and Raven, one whole&lt;br /&gt;With two exceptional parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m convinced, so ya know&lt;br /&gt;So don’t tell me no other&lt;br /&gt;Their love, living proof&lt;br /&gt;Of a fabulous mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who provides for our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And provides for our souls&lt;br /&gt;Little magical elf people &lt;br /&gt;And little magical trolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round out this great story&lt;br /&gt;And give it a twist&lt;br /&gt;It’s make believe gone real&lt;br /&gt;Your love’s ocean now mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That falls on your face &lt;br /&gt;As you look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;An ode to Tyler and Raven&lt;br /&gt;Need you ask why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-7256810518448423870?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/7256810518448423870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=7256810518448423870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/7256810518448423870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/7256810518448423870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/11/ode-to-tyler-and-raven.html' title='Ode to Tyler and Raven'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4104128519599850246</id><published>2007-10-23T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:06:51.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Doesn't Stop (What if?)</title><content type='html'>A most valuable lesson&lt;br /&gt;The one you never sign up for&lt;br /&gt;The one which determines what you do&lt;br /&gt;When you feel the threat&lt;br /&gt;Of your precious comfort&lt;br /&gt;You have worked so hard to compose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin to negotiate&lt;br /&gt;With what claws at you&lt;br /&gt;You tell it to go away&lt;br /&gt;And unknowingly speak on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;You push it away&lt;br /&gt;And humbly begin to tire&lt;br /&gt;The smell of defeat&lt;br /&gt;Lingers and oozes&lt;br /&gt;Through your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The paralysis of helplessness&lt;br /&gt;Deflates your distinguished aliveness&lt;br /&gt;It will be over soon&lt;br /&gt;It will be over soon&lt;br /&gt;You think to yourself&lt;br /&gt;And yet nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;It is not going away&lt;br /&gt;It is not stopping&lt;br /&gt;And this discomfort has consumed you&lt;br /&gt;Every thought and feeling&lt;br /&gt;Movement and breath&lt;br /&gt;And you have made a choice&lt;br /&gt;To fight and to push&lt;br /&gt;To resist and to defy&lt;br /&gt;All of this in fear&lt;br /&gt;Of death&lt;br /&gt;And the staff of uncertainty &lt;br /&gt;She leads with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;We let go&lt;br /&gt;Of pushing&lt;br /&gt;And fighting&lt;br /&gt;Of resisting&lt;br /&gt;And defying&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing passive about this&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;This active process&lt;br /&gt;Of letting these actions go&lt;br /&gt;Changed everything&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;We transformed our fears into prayers&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;br /&gt;We made compassion out of our misery&lt;br /&gt;And what if &lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Was reframed as birth&lt;br /&gt;Would that change things&lt;br /&gt;Would that make different &lt;br /&gt;What we do&lt;br /&gt;When it doesn’t stop&lt;br /&gt;How we receive life&lt;br /&gt;And in turn&lt;br /&gt;What we offer back out&lt;br /&gt;To our family&lt;br /&gt;And friends&lt;br /&gt;And to those unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;To the earth&lt;br /&gt;And its wild citizens of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we feel&lt;br /&gt;We feed on&lt;br /&gt;And what we think&lt;br /&gt;Fuels us&lt;br /&gt;To make choices&lt;br /&gt;Of healing&lt;br /&gt;Or suffering&lt;br /&gt;For ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And for this world&lt;br /&gt;So when it doesn’t stop&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you have no choice&lt;br /&gt;Find your breath&lt;br /&gt;And trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;Behind which&lt;br /&gt;You have everything you need&lt;br /&gt;To not only survive&lt;br /&gt;But to transform &lt;br /&gt;This death&lt;br /&gt;No matter small or big&lt;br /&gt;Into something new&lt;br /&gt;And great&lt;br /&gt;Alive and awake&lt;br /&gt;And yes&lt;br /&gt;It will be difficult&lt;br /&gt;And yes it may be hard&lt;br /&gt;And born out of this work&lt;br /&gt;We may find something we never knew to ask for&lt;br /&gt;If we ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4104128519599850246?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/4104128519599850246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=4104128519599850246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4104128519599850246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4104128519599850246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-it-doesnt-stop-what-if.html' title='When It Doesn&apos;t Stop (What if?)'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-1118147364870803314</id><published>2007-09-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:16:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savasana</title><content type='html'>Time and space to let go&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you’ve been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Go in swiftly&lt;br /&gt;And be easy with what you find&lt;br /&gt;And notice what you notice&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of your own life&lt;br /&gt;And all the moments of experience that pass through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing from vine to vine &lt;br /&gt;With grace&lt;br /&gt;And an allowance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Feel your way through the darkness behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And receive something believable&lt;br /&gt;Unlike story after story of mind&lt;br /&gt;Which will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Looking for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yourself as you are&lt;br /&gt;With your most beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you will find a reflection of luminous presence&lt;br /&gt;Something real&lt;br /&gt;Something you&lt;br /&gt;Not who you think you are&lt;br /&gt;But who you are&lt;br /&gt;This truth&lt;br /&gt;This now&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;You are free and alive&lt;br /&gt;Awake to the joys and pains of this life&lt;br /&gt;And return them to the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have let go&lt;br /&gt;Because you care &lt;br /&gt;For the healing of your own heart&lt;br /&gt;And the freedom of your living spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;br /&gt;Is what you have been waiting for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-1118147364870803314?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/1118147364870803314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=1118147364870803314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1118147364870803314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/1118147364870803314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/09/savasana.html' title='Savasana'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4106034700567841916</id><published>2007-08-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:34:52.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of an Aching Heart</title><content type='html'>Feel the fear&lt;br /&gt;And wrap it in beauty&lt;br /&gt;And remember&lt;br /&gt;Where attention goes&lt;br /&gt;Energy flows&lt;br /&gt;So take care of what you invite in&lt;br /&gt;To your divine self&lt;br /&gt;Use prayer for protection&lt;br /&gt;And trust in the majestic spirit of nature&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for us as children&lt;br /&gt;And allows us to make more children&lt;br /&gt;Each new child a sun&lt;br /&gt;A new opportunity to reflect&lt;br /&gt;The brilliance of what creates us&lt;br /&gt;And allows us to create&lt;br /&gt;And form community to support&lt;br /&gt;The longevity and prosperity of what you cultivate&lt;br /&gt;In service of nature &lt;br /&gt;And the healing of hearts&lt;br /&gt;That hurt&lt;br /&gt;That grieve&lt;br /&gt;That break&lt;br /&gt;So they can come together &lt;br /&gt;In new ways&lt;br /&gt;Strong hearts who know loss and suffering&lt;br /&gt;And who weave the art of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For the self and other&lt;br /&gt;A relationship&lt;br /&gt;Entwined with the magic of birth&lt;br /&gt;And the transcendence of death&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;Circling and circling again&lt;br /&gt;Until it finds itself&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful&lt;br /&gt;In a body&lt;br /&gt;Healthy and strong&lt;br /&gt;With a deep knowing&lt;br /&gt;And deep trust&lt;br /&gt;That this moment &lt;br /&gt;Is truth&lt;br /&gt;The only truth we know&lt;br /&gt;We acknowledge this&lt;br /&gt;We honor this&lt;br /&gt;And smile&lt;br /&gt;For all that is left&lt;br /&gt;After quietly sobbing by yourself &lt;br /&gt;Is joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4106034700567841916?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/4106034700567841916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=4106034700567841916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4106034700567841916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/4106034700567841916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/08/joy-of-aching-heart.html' title='The Joy of an Aching Heart'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-6547516642204770680</id><published>2007-08-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:56:07.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><content type='html'>Step by step&lt;br /&gt;You walk&lt;br /&gt;Into yourself&lt;br /&gt;Freeing the layers&lt;br /&gt;Of attachment&lt;br /&gt;And desire&lt;br /&gt;Of craving&lt;br /&gt;And dependence&lt;br /&gt;All of the parts&lt;br /&gt;That keep you from knowing&lt;br /&gt;The center&lt;br /&gt;This basic aliveness&lt;br /&gt;Beating in the center of your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;You walk&lt;br /&gt;Into the center&lt;br /&gt;And take with you &lt;br /&gt;This life with spirit&lt;br /&gt;In every way&lt;br /&gt;Every part&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Must attend&lt;br /&gt;And find inclusion&lt;br /&gt;In this heart&lt;br /&gt;For anything you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Grows darker in your own shadows&lt;br /&gt;And waits for the moment &lt;br /&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;You think you have found&lt;br /&gt;True peace&lt;br /&gt;This body&lt;br /&gt;This feeling&lt;br /&gt;This thought&lt;br /&gt;This breath&lt;br /&gt;Everything that fills&lt;br /&gt;This vast space &lt;br /&gt;You call life&lt;br /&gt;From moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;Shifting and changing&lt;br /&gt;All of it you&lt;br /&gt;And yet none of it you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;You walk onto this path&lt;br /&gt;Cleared some time ago &lt;br /&gt;From those who have known&lt;br /&gt;The path was worthy to make&lt;br /&gt;To create an experience&lt;br /&gt;Of connectedness through time&lt;br /&gt;Each footprint that steps&lt;br /&gt;On same footprints that step&lt;br /&gt;Into the roots and branches&lt;br /&gt;And sunlight&lt;br /&gt;And shade&lt;br /&gt;To remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the reflections&lt;br /&gt;Of this path&lt;br /&gt;And that&lt;br /&gt;The walk in&lt;br /&gt;And walk out&lt;br /&gt;The breath of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Emerging at the crest of the hill&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun hits the heart&lt;br /&gt;And it opens without a stutter&lt;br /&gt;This joy&lt;br /&gt;This freedom&lt;br /&gt;The fleshy ripe fruit&lt;br /&gt;Reveals itself&lt;br /&gt;And then it is gone&lt;br /&gt;With the next step&lt;br /&gt;The downside slope&lt;br /&gt;Of the same morning hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;You learn&lt;br /&gt;What you seek&lt;br /&gt;And find understanding&lt;br /&gt;In light&lt;br /&gt;And in letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of what poisons&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And your walk&lt;br /&gt;Into yourself&lt;br /&gt;Where you bring &lt;br /&gt;Wakeful heart&lt;br /&gt;And mindful attention&lt;br /&gt;To live this wise life&lt;br /&gt;You may have never thought possible&lt;br /&gt;Before the awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;You walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-6547516642204770680?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/6547516642204770680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=6547516642204770680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6547516642204770680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6547516642204770680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/08/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-6443129381233693516</id><published>2007-08-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:52:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purge</title><content type='html'>Above all else&lt;br /&gt;Be kind&lt;br /&gt;To yourself&lt;br /&gt;And to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emerging mantra &lt;br /&gt;Of the purge&lt;br /&gt;And an embrace of everything&lt;br /&gt;Loving and pure&lt;br /&gt;And vulnerable and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers of the body&lt;br /&gt;In the body&lt;br /&gt;Begin to shed&lt;br /&gt;And with it&lt;br /&gt;The stories&lt;br /&gt;Of every failure&lt;br /&gt;Of each judgment&lt;br /&gt;And the negativity &lt;br /&gt;That serves to create&lt;br /&gt;A life of contraction&lt;br /&gt;Where instead of possibility&lt;br /&gt;There lies traps&lt;br /&gt;Where instead of courage&lt;br /&gt;There lives fear&lt;br /&gt;Of being who you really are&lt;br /&gt;And owning what is yours&lt;br /&gt;To offer back&lt;br /&gt;To this life&lt;br /&gt;That has nurtured you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toxins of the body&lt;br /&gt;Merge with the impurities of the mind&lt;br /&gt;And the polluted channels of the heart&lt;br /&gt;And this residue demands your presence&lt;br /&gt;To become this graceful witness to&lt;br /&gt;Each thought, each feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Every craving, image, and dream&lt;br /&gt;Simply notice&lt;br /&gt;That is it&lt;br /&gt;And do not attach&lt;br /&gt;For you are not trying &lt;br /&gt;To hold onto anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act of eating&lt;br /&gt;A new metaphor for your spiritual life&lt;br /&gt;Of balance&lt;br /&gt;And awareness&lt;br /&gt;Aliveness&lt;br /&gt;And peace&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming back &lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;To that empty space&lt;br /&gt;That fills up again&lt;br /&gt;With the dance of the moment&lt;br /&gt;Each moment the same canvas&lt;br /&gt;Filled anew until the next&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;You are here again&lt;br /&gt;Beyond any belief&lt;br /&gt;Or story&lt;br /&gt;Or expectation that you cast&lt;br /&gt;You return&lt;br /&gt;To the new form&lt;br /&gt;Held in the ever-present formless&lt;br /&gt;And we get to see where we get stuck&lt;br /&gt;And hold on&lt;br /&gt;And avoid just the same&lt;br /&gt;This space inside&lt;br /&gt;Where the feather settles and rests&lt;br /&gt;And resides in the winds&lt;br /&gt;That blow each day&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;And out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reflect on your time&lt;br /&gt;And what it will be&lt;br /&gt;Or what it has been&lt;br /&gt;And you find &lt;br /&gt;That it is gratitude&lt;br /&gt;And kindness&lt;br /&gt;The deep wells of the heart&lt;br /&gt;That is left inside&lt;br /&gt;As fearless leader&lt;br /&gt;And noble student&lt;br /&gt;Wise teacher&lt;br /&gt;And trusted friend&lt;br /&gt;The deepest wells&lt;br /&gt;Where we can all find each other&lt;br /&gt;When we purge what keeps us afar&lt;br /&gt;And embrace the silence&lt;br /&gt;That joins our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all else&lt;br /&gt;Be kind&lt;br /&gt;To yourself&lt;br /&gt;And to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeless wisdom of an unpolluted heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-6443129381233693516?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/6443129381233693516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=6443129381233693516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6443129381233693516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/6443129381233693516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/08/purge.html' title='The Purge'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-4984122310079879837</id><published>2007-03-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:47:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>The soft whisperings&lt;br /&gt;Of another day&lt;br /&gt;Gently fall off my lips&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;And become enveloped&lt;br /&gt;In evening peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence &lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;br /&gt;Allows me to speak&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;The stirrings&lt;br /&gt;Of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Find their voice&lt;br /&gt;As the heart grows tender&lt;br /&gt;Under the night time sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel things as they are&lt;br /&gt;Raw and vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Illusions aside&lt;br /&gt;Life is wide open&lt;br /&gt;And bubbling underneath the skin&lt;br /&gt;Asking for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But the allowance to be&lt;br /&gt;Without any judgment&lt;br /&gt;Without any shame&lt;br /&gt;For all of its pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And all of its pain&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Woven together&lt;br /&gt;To warm our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And make us grow&lt;br /&gt;What is most vital&lt;br /&gt;And give it back to others&lt;br /&gt;To reconnect&lt;br /&gt;Him to her&lt;br /&gt;And her to him&lt;br /&gt;Each of us&lt;br /&gt;To each other&lt;br /&gt;To remember the connection&lt;br /&gt;Of all living beings&lt;br /&gt;To the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye lids begin to rest&lt;br /&gt;And grow weary from the day&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Of trusting the path you have been given&lt;br /&gt;Of trusting in every message offered to you&lt;br /&gt;Of learning that trust is the message you will offer&lt;br /&gt;To another person&lt;br /&gt;On another day&lt;br /&gt;When they need it most&lt;br /&gt;When it is most crucial&lt;br /&gt;For when the heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;You will offer a simple message&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;For sure&lt;br /&gt;That it is true&lt;br /&gt;Not because it is what you were told&lt;br /&gt;But because it is what you lived&lt;br /&gt;When you questioned yourself&lt;br /&gt;And the path you have chosen&lt;br /&gt;When fear was a monster&lt;br /&gt;That scared your living bones&lt;br /&gt;Shaking&lt;br /&gt;Rumbling&lt;br /&gt;You rise again&lt;br /&gt;Hands in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Home in the heart&lt;br /&gt;And you let it all in&lt;br /&gt;Without push&lt;br /&gt;Without pull&lt;br /&gt;You let it show its teeth&lt;br /&gt;And you bow&lt;br /&gt;Honoring another swift attempt&lt;br /&gt;To move you &lt;br /&gt;From your ground&lt;br /&gt;Your very own patch of earth &lt;br /&gt;Only to remind you &lt;br /&gt;To breathe&lt;br /&gt;And be true to your self&lt;br /&gt;And that another weary day&lt;br /&gt;Can be as magical as you wish&lt;br /&gt;When you surrender&lt;br /&gt;To this whole silence&lt;br /&gt;That begins&lt;br /&gt;So gently as soft whisperings&lt;br /&gt;Gently falling off my lips &lt;br /&gt;As my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;And become enveloped&lt;br /&gt;In evening peace&lt;br /&gt;Another Day&lt;br /&gt;Is put to rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-4984122310079879837?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-8050120197572985655</id><published>2007-03-05T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:52:19.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>You are starting to see yourself&lt;br /&gt;As you are&lt;br /&gt;This breath&lt;br /&gt;Dissolving yourself with each exhale&lt;br /&gt;You are not pushing anything away anymore&lt;br /&gt;You no longer see the need to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Reminder after reminder&lt;br /&gt;Tells you to be here&lt;br /&gt;As you are&lt;br /&gt;And let that be real&lt;br /&gt;And let that be truthful&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the ground beneath you&lt;br /&gt;Rupturing&lt;br /&gt;Cracking&lt;br /&gt;The falling down&lt;br /&gt;Into the same abyss&lt;br /&gt;That awaits you&lt;br /&gt;When you cling to fear&lt;br /&gt;And the sharp edges of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;You have been here before&lt;br /&gt;But you know now&lt;br /&gt;More than ever&lt;br /&gt;How you got here&lt;br /&gt;To see the transgression&lt;br /&gt;Of fear echoing through the heart&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about its own future&lt;br /&gt;Languishing in its own past&lt;br /&gt;This vulnerable heart&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing and beating&lt;br /&gt;Seeing fear&lt;br /&gt;Seeing promise&lt;br /&gt;Allowing them to be the same&lt;br /&gt;And returning back&lt;br /&gt;To the pulsing and the beating&lt;br /&gt;The in and the out breath&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only you&lt;br /&gt;Just you&lt;br /&gt;Being &lt;br /&gt;With all of the gifts you have been given&lt;br /&gt;To share with the world&lt;br /&gt;That is sorely in need&lt;br /&gt;Of the message you offer&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;In this moment&lt;br /&gt;And the next&lt;br /&gt;And the next&lt;br /&gt;That you will be supported&lt;br /&gt;By the magic that infiltrates&lt;br /&gt;Every vision you have seen and felt&lt;br /&gt;Trust &lt;br /&gt;That the challenges you face&lt;br /&gt;Are the teachers you seek&lt;br /&gt;And that what transforms you&lt;br /&gt;Is what you will teach&lt;br /&gt;At a time&lt;br /&gt;When it is most needed&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;In the mystery of what is true&lt;br /&gt;And never fear cracks in the heart&lt;br /&gt;For there is always healing&lt;br /&gt;In living&lt;br /&gt;And comfort &lt;br /&gt;In returning&lt;br /&gt;To the pulsing and beating&lt;br /&gt;The in and the out breath&lt;br /&gt;You are starting to see yourself&lt;br /&gt;Without the clutter&lt;br /&gt;Of the past and the future&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;In awakening&lt;br /&gt;What has been buried&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-8050120197572985655?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-116880190342200449</id><published>2007-01-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:11:43.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be ok</title><content type='html'>Don’t move&lt;br /&gt;You are right where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;You may have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;What it is you are doing&lt;br /&gt;And the lessons&lt;br /&gt;That pain and struggle&lt;br /&gt;Will teach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;In some other place&lt;br /&gt;Where the illusion of certainty&lt;br /&gt;Is painted thickly about&lt;br /&gt;They are just sensations&lt;br /&gt;And perilous thoughts &lt;br /&gt;The very work you must endure&lt;br /&gt;And drive through the center of&lt;br /&gt;With the very same&lt;br /&gt;Dedication&lt;br /&gt;And the very same&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;And your intention&lt;br /&gt;To grow awake&lt;br /&gt;And to help awaken&lt;br /&gt;A world asleep&lt;br /&gt;In a dream &lt;br /&gt;With no vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerate&lt;br /&gt;All that you can&lt;br /&gt;And honor your blessings&lt;br /&gt;For they grace you with&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;The force that drives you&lt;br /&gt;The honor that bestows you&lt;br /&gt;The gratitude that humbles you&lt;br /&gt;Evenly mixed for culinary embodiment&lt;br /&gt;You are what you eat&lt;br /&gt;And your food is your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;And this vital aliveness&lt;br /&gt;The diet of manifestation&lt;br /&gt;Lingers with brilliance&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of the divine&lt;br /&gt;That you offer back to itself&lt;br /&gt;For its own sublime plan&lt;br /&gt;To reflect peace&lt;br /&gt;And contentment&lt;br /&gt;To people who fight&lt;br /&gt;And want more&lt;br /&gt;Of things that will break&lt;br /&gt;And fall apart in the end&lt;br /&gt;Back to the pain&lt;br /&gt;And the thirst&lt;br /&gt;For completeness&lt;br /&gt;Filled&lt;br /&gt;With withoutness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe deep&lt;br /&gt;And breathe again&lt;br /&gt;And follow it with your mind&lt;br /&gt;And let it take you deep inside &lt;br /&gt;To the formless castle &lt;br /&gt;You will never inhabit&lt;br /&gt;But for a moment&lt;br /&gt;In the now&lt;br /&gt;Where you sweep through every room&lt;br /&gt;To see the view&lt;br /&gt;And they are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And reflect the same glassiness&lt;br /&gt;Of an alpine lake&lt;br /&gt;The same beauty&lt;br /&gt;That rests in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Underneath all that crushes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;The vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;And let it be ok&lt;br /&gt;Your vision will guide you&lt;br /&gt;If you honor the terror&lt;br /&gt;Of having nothing&lt;br /&gt;And being no one&lt;br /&gt;Just the beating of the drum&lt;br /&gt;In your heart&lt;br /&gt;Finding the right rhythm &lt;br /&gt;The right flow&lt;br /&gt;For your life to take flight in&lt;br /&gt;The cool winds of air &lt;br /&gt;Carry you &lt;br /&gt;Through these days&lt;br /&gt;Of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you let go of&lt;br /&gt;Comes back to you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you say&lt;br /&gt;And trust &lt;br /&gt;That all that you see&lt;br /&gt;Will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just might look different than you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116880190342200449?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116880190342200449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116880190342200449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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brilliance and grace&lt;br /&gt;You will bring ease &lt;br /&gt;To all that constricts and squeezes&lt;br /&gt;Your bones&lt;br /&gt;You will bring patience&lt;br /&gt;To the desperation&lt;br /&gt;Racing in your blood&lt;br /&gt;And you will bring compassion&lt;br /&gt;To the harshness of doubt&lt;br /&gt;Slicing through mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your dreams permeate&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;To remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of what you really long for&lt;br /&gt;To serve the awakening&lt;br /&gt;Of what is so alive within you&lt;br /&gt;And remember &lt;br /&gt;What you have worked for&lt;br /&gt;With dedication to create&lt;br /&gt;The life you know exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand the cycles&lt;br /&gt;Of what you birth&lt;br /&gt;And leave behind&lt;br /&gt;And step forward&lt;br /&gt;Out of time’s shadow&lt;br /&gt;Where the light is warm&lt;br /&gt;And serves as your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept and release&lt;br /&gt;Stories of defeat&lt;br /&gt;And dust off this coating of negativity&lt;br /&gt;That offers you nothing&lt;br /&gt;But the story you already know&lt;br /&gt;Take your hands to your face&lt;br /&gt;And wash off the layers of fear&lt;br /&gt;Look to the archetypes that find you&lt;br /&gt;And offer yourself to the wisdom they carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor&lt;br /&gt;Leads his life&lt;br /&gt;With fierce vision&lt;br /&gt;And fiery heart&lt;br /&gt;And invites everyone to come with&lt;br /&gt;On a journey through battlefields&lt;br /&gt;Of human victories and sufferings&lt;br /&gt;A quest of the human spirit&lt;br /&gt;To persevere through adversity &lt;br /&gt;And learn what it needs&lt;br /&gt;To grow humble and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116880187529055801?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116880187529055801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116880187529055801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116880187529055801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116880187529055801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2007/01/solstice-winter-offering.html' title='A Solstice (Winter) Offering'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-116578821042652058</id><published>2006-12-10T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:09:19.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break</title><content type='html'>A JP Compilation for 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chicago-Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;2) Heart of the Matter-India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;3) Brand New Colony-The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;4) Still-Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;5) Make it Mine-Styrofoam&lt;br /&gt;6) Wartime Prayers-Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;7) Today-Zero 7&lt;br /&gt;8) Close Behind-Calexico&lt;br /&gt;9) Living-India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;10) Forever My Friend-Ray Lamontagne&lt;br /&gt;11) Nothing Happening- Ben Kweller&lt;br /&gt;12) Sister-Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;13) Better Together-Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;14) Work it Out-Jurassic 5 w/ Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;15) Learning-India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;16) Still (Reprise)-Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;17) It’s Your World-Gil Scott-Heron &amp;amp; Brian Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116578821042652058?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116578821042652058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116578821042652058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116578821042652058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116578821042652058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/12/break.html' title='The Break'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-116424272580121614</id><published>2006-11-22T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:45:25.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Ode-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11/23/06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An Ode to Earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day comes to give&lt;br /&gt;A gracious ode to earth&lt;br /&gt;The whole planet included&lt;br /&gt;The very stuff of your birth&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It comes like the waves&lt;br /&gt;That you surf and you ride&lt;br /&gt;The inherent wisdom of earth&lt;br /&gt;Pushing and pulling the tide&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;In and out it goes&lt;br /&gt;The water and land&lt;br /&gt;Covering the grounds&lt;br /&gt;With its salts and its sand&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;To remind us where we walk&lt;br /&gt;And what’s under our feet&lt;br /&gt;The many faces of earth&lt;br /&gt;Where all elements meet&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The air that we breathe&lt;br /&gt;The cool winds of earth&lt;br /&gt;Envelops our lungs&lt;br /&gt;With air’s riches and worth&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The fire that burns&lt;br /&gt;What is toxic and old&lt;br /&gt;What we need to let go of&lt;br /&gt;To bring warmth to what’s cold&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The water that washes us&lt;br /&gt;Both inside and out&lt;br /&gt;Refreshes the body&lt;br /&gt;Cleans mind of doubt&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;And back to the earth&lt;br /&gt;The firm ground which to stand&lt;br /&gt;The connection established&lt;br /&gt;The heart meets the hand&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To feel what is precious&lt;br /&gt;And what we must keep&lt;br /&gt;When the valleys grow dark&lt;br /&gt;And the mountains go steep&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The relationship of the ages&lt;br /&gt;With the great natural mother&lt;br /&gt;Brings us all to the table&lt;br /&gt;With a sister or brother&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It is you, it is I&lt;br /&gt;That can keep the earth fertile&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the reef&lt;br /&gt;Saving a turtle&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;For nature does thank us&lt;br /&gt;When we take some good care&lt;br /&gt;And offers us that sunset&lt;br /&gt;And leaves us in a stare&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;At the beauty of what is&lt;br /&gt;And what can always be&lt;br /&gt;When the gratitude we feel&lt;br /&gt;Dissolves in the sea&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Swimming together&lt;br /&gt;The people and fish&lt;br /&gt;A hearty ode to earth&lt;br /&gt;A prayer and a wish&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;For a long time of beauty&lt;br /&gt;And generations of life&lt;br /&gt;Just us and the earth&lt;br /&gt;The eternal husband and wife&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116424272580121614?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116424272580121614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116424272580121614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116424272580121614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116424272580121614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-day-ode-2006.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Ode-2006'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-116165149919430933</id><published>2006-10-23T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:58:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soul's Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let your body rest&lt;br /&gt;In the space you make for it&lt;br /&gt;Underneath your incessant thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That you mistake for who you are&lt;br /&gt;What seems like&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of every day&lt;br /&gt;Every second of every minute&lt;br /&gt;Until you finally remember&lt;br /&gt;That feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of shoulders dropping&lt;br /&gt;And sit bones rooting&lt;br /&gt;Spine growing sky-bound&lt;br /&gt;And finally there is a space&lt;br /&gt;In between your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Where you reconnect&lt;br /&gt;With what is most vital&lt;br /&gt;The breath that saves your life&lt;br /&gt;And spreads itself wide&lt;br /&gt;Through a space that heals&lt;br /&gt;And thus awakens&lt;br /&gt;Something mysterious&lt;br /&gt;Something so wise&lt;br /&gt;It lives beyond words&lt;br /&gt;And dares to be named&lt;br /&gt;Or connected to thought of any kind&lt;br /&gt;For it is extinct in thought&lt;br /&gt;And its related ponderings&lt;br /&gt;A bath of truth&lt;br /&gt;Cascading over and through&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Asking for only one thing&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Forget who you have been&lt;br /&gt;And who you aspire to become&lt;br /&gt;Get real present&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;And feel what is most holy&lt;br /&gt;And ever so skillfully&lt;br /&gt;Disguised in the mundane&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The face of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Stares back at you again&lt;br /&gt;Ablaze in the very compassion&lt;br /&gt;So desperately longed for&lt;br /&gt;By the suffering of the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116165149919430933?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116165149919430933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116165149919430933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116165149919430933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116165149919430933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/10/souls-face.html' title='A Soul&apos;s Face'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-116103866198890955</id><published>2006-10-16T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:49:56.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To awaken&lt;br /&gt;You had to have been asleep&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Not yet aware&lt;br /&gt;Of what you do&lt;br /&gt;To satiate the thirst&lt;br /&gt;Of what you could have&lt;br /&gt;Or who you could be&lt;br /&gt;The impulses&lt;br /&gt;That drive you&lt;br /&gt;To repeat the same things&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;And relish in sweet ignorance&lt;br /&gt;While the rest of you&lt;br /&gt;Wonders why you choose&lt;br /&gt;To invite more noise&lt;br /&gt;Into the cluttered mind&lt;br /&gt;As if maybe that would bring&lt;br /&gt;Quiet&lt;br /&gt;The space where you reclaim&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The heart can grow so long&lt;br /&gt;But is not heard&lt;br /&gt;In the mind&lt;br /&gt;Of unconfronted assumptions&lt;br /&gt;And entertaining addictions&lt;br /&gt;All of which&lt;br /&gt;Seem to balance out&lt;br /&gt;The suffering&lt;br /&gt;This human form&lt;br /&gt;This illusion&lt;br /&gt;That confusion is bad&lt;br /&gt;And that the next person&lt;br /&gt;Is not like you&lt;br /&gt;Does not feel what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Does not also fear&lt;br /&gt;Or grow weary&lt;br /&gt;Of the corners we put ourselves in&lt;br /&gt;The place where the ground&lt;br /&gt;Meets our walls&lt;br /&gt;The only place we might find&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silence pervades the day&lt;br /&gt;A listening to the trees&lt;br /&gt;As they release their leaves&lt;br /&gt;In the autumn way&lt;br /&gt;The true teachers of attachment&lt;br /&gt;Surround this home&lt;br /&gt;This body&lt;br /&gt;The shifts of the season&lt;br /&gt;Fall, they call it&lt;br /&gt;As if the seasons were inviting us&lt;br /&gt;To mimic them&lt;br /&gt;To dedicate the energy and time&lt;br /&gt;To letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of what you perpetually insist you will&lt;br /&gt;But never do&lt;br /&gt;Spirit can not wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;It needs your silence&lt;br /&gt;To find the truth&lt;br /&gt;That will heal you&lt;br /&gt;And give you the strength&lt;br /&gt;To accept your life&lt;br /&gt;As it is&lt;br /&gt;So that you may give back&lt;br /&gt;To the earth&lt;br /&gt;This gift&lt;br /&gt;You received&lt;br /&gt;On your birth&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It will not be easy&lt;br /&gt;To let go of what you grasp&lt;br /&gt;Like a child who will not relinquish&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite toys&lt;br /&gt;It takes a parent&lt;br /&gt;To teach compassion&lt;br /&gt;And to set vital limits&lt;br /&gt;So the heart can grow wise&lt;br /&gt;And the mind free&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You have all the tools you need&lt;br /&gt;To be your own teacher&lt;br /&gt;And your own disciple&lt;br /&gt;If you just let yourself&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Like the season&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Into silence&lt;br /&gt;Where you awaken&lt;br /&gt;The life that is forming&lt;br /&gt;One moment&lt;br /&gt;Into the next&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-116103866198890955?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/116103866198890955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=116103866198890955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116103866198890955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/116103866198890955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-awaken.html' title='To Awaken'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115861665395408046</id><published>2006-09-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:01:44.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5684/570/1600/alchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5684/570/320/alchemist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share some great wisdom through quotes from the book, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. It was recommended to me by some friends and I recommend it to you, my friends. It is a great reminder of what you already know about living your dream and following your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The closer one gets to realizing his destiny, the more that destiny becomes his true reason for being"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?"&lt;br /&gt;A-"Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."&lt;br /&gt;B-"But my heart is agitated. It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."&lt;br /&gt;A-"Well,that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a person is living out his destiny, he knows everything he needs to know. There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what he does, each person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115861665395408046?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115861665395408046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115861665395408046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115861665395408046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115861665395408046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/09/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115776236732680048</id><published>2006-09-08T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:39:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One</title><content type='html'>Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the same&lt;br /&gt;Beating hearts&lt;br /&gt;And inflated breath&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;Of a kind&lt;br /&gt;That knows&lt;br /&gt;What is important&lt;br /&gt;To the soul&lt;br /&gt;What it needs&lt;br /&gt;To lay down&lt;br /&gt;The suffering&lt;br /&gt;It has accumulated&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;The edge&lt;br /&gt;Of life&lt;br /&gt;And its ultimate annoyance&lt;br /&gt;The self&lt;br /&gt;Tired of itself&lt;br /&gt;And the condition&lt;br /&gt;Imposed on it&lt;br /&gt;From boy to man&lt;br /&gt;And girl to woman&lt;br /&gt;The development&lt;br /&gt;Of who you are&lt;br /&gt;From inside to out&lt;br /&gt;And outside back in&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;You vacillate&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;Who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;And who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Stripping down the self&lt;br /&gt;To reach the simple truth&lt;br /&gt;Of what is real&lt;br /&gt;To our own experience&lt;br /&gt;And accept it&lt;br /&gt;At all costs&lt;br /&gt;To soften the edges&lt;br /&gt;That harden&lt;br /&gt;What wants to be soft&lt;br /&gt;And what needs to relax&lt;br /&gt;For the soul to rest&lt;br /&gt;In this truth&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy itself&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;Before it must end&lt;br /&gt;With each fatal regret&lt;br /&gt;And each moment to judge&lt;br /&gt;Who we have been&lt;br /&gt;And if we are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;With what we have offered&lt;br /&gt;In selfless time&lt;br /&gt;Where we gave&lt;br /&gt;What we could&lt;br /&gt;To better this life&lt;br /&gt;For each one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we let go of the self&lt;br /&gt;To discover&lt;br /&gt;Our love&lt;br /&gt;For where we are&lt;br /&gt;And where we have come&lt;br /&gt;The gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And the joy&lt;br /&gt;And all it reflects&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror of our own lives&lt;br /&gt;Always showing us who we really are&lt;br /&gt;And how we look to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Stopping to feel&lt;br /&gt;How we are in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And why we are afraid&lt;br /&gt;To show the real me&lt;br /&gt;To the real you&lt;br /&gt;In life’s mirror&lt;br /&gt;The divine reflections&lt;br /&gt;To each other&lt;br /&gt;Scares us to the core&lt;br /&gt;Yet invites the chance&lt;br /&gt;To explore&lt;br /&gt;What can be love&lt;br /&gt;In the face of our intentions&lt;br /&gt;To grow and to change&lt;br /&gt;And embrace&lt;br /&gt;When that goes clumsy&lt;br /&gt;And when it just hurts&lt;br /&gt;To be together&lt;br /&gt;And ponder&lt;br /&gt;Where things might be&lt;br /&gt;In a day&lt;br /&gt;That is not now&lt;br /&gt;And can not be seen&lt;br /&gt;The fear meets the fear&lt;br /&gt;And becomes&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;We are the same&lt;br /&gt;Same fear&lt;br /&gt;Same love&lt;br /&gt;Only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115776236732680048?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115776236732680048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115776236732680048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115776236732680048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115776236732680048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-one.html' title='Only One'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115670851371766449</id><published>2006-08-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:55:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel of Life</title><content type='html'>8/26/06 The Wheel of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is here&lt;br /&gt;And you welcome it&lt;br /&gt;As your own messiah&lt;br /&gt;The gentle embrace&lt;br /&gt;Of time’s big bang&lt;br /&gt;Exploding its way&lt;br /&gt;Into your cosmic heart&lt;br /&gt;Where new forms&lt;br /&gt;Surface with old lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes of your pain&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows of what suffers&lt;br /&gt;The awakening grows&lt;br /&gt;New spokes&lt;br /&gt;On the wheel of life&lt;br /&gt;You cling to&lt;br /&gt;For the freedom of all beings&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ignite your breath&lt;br /&gt;And seat yourself&lt;br /&gt;As the inimitable wheel&lt;br /&gt;Spins itself&lt;br /&gt;Through new ends and old beginnings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115670851371766449?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115670851371766449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115670851371766449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115670851371766449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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So I have more than enough time to catch up on my movies. I have seen Donnie Darko (Director's Cut) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/&lt;/a&gt; before, but it is one of those movies you need to see more than once to put it all together. I saw this film last night for the 2nd time and it continues to stick with me (a subtle haunting) into the following day. From stimulating and darkly hilarious dialogue to well chosen and integrated 80's tunes (Tears for Fears never worked so well) to a plot that is obscurely genius, I recommend this movie whole heartedly. It seriously walks the line between emotional and mental illness, fantasy, time travel, and synchronicity. Thrown together, the director (Richard Kelly)leaves the sorting out for you. This is a film that asks you to think and pay attention. There are scenes that show you pages from a book. Make sure you pause it and read them fully. This will help. Even then, if you were asked to explain it in detail, it could be challenging. It is worth the challenge to see a film that doesn't assume you are dumb and aims to give you a complex story filled with blurred lines between reality and other realities. Oh, and a six foot bunny taboot. Enjoy this if you have not seen it. See it again if its been a while. Jake Gyllenhaal does a superb job as Donnie. I am respecting him more and more after seeing Jarhead, Brokeback, and once again, Donnie Darko. Great name, great film. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Donnie Darko" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/photogallery" name="poster"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Donnie Darko" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/photogallery" name="poster"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115576154032338418?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115576154032338418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115576154032338418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115576154032338418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115576154032338418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/08/donnie-darko.html' title='Donnie Darko'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115498063649658969</id><published>2006-08-07T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:57:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>8/6/06                                               The Next Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter&lt;br /&gt;Of the path of no escape&lt;br /&gt;Arrives with unapologetic glory&lt;br /&gt;And piercing authority&lt;br /&gt;It speaks in harsh whispers&lt;br /&gt;And demands to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the drill&lt;br /&gt;You know the words&lt;br /&gt;You know what everyone will tell you&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;Like any death&lt;br /&gt;You must do it alone&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the bed of hands that support you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter begins in a story of night and day&lt;br /&gt;The same characters you see in any good story&lt;br /&gt;Demanding some assumption you have met them before&lt;br /&gt;This demand strikes me in conflict&lt;br /&gt;Of what I think I know&lt;br /&gt;And who I really am&lt;br /&gt;As what I know twists itself&lt;br /&gt;In disfigurement&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day emerge as they are&lt;br /&gt;No longer as I want them to be&lt;br /&gt;And my body takes over my life&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the mind in silent defense&lt;br /&gt;A defense from losing control&lt;br /&gt;Of the comforts, taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;As the hours of night unlock their grip&lt;br /&gt;And the minutes of morning offer&lt;br /&gt;The same relief as a tepid bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep bone gripping acceptance&lt;br /&gt;The best of medicines&lt;br /&gt;A panacea for the ever present fragility of our own minds and bodies&lt;br /&gt;And the fates that behold them in this life&lt;br /&gt;But I can not forget the impression&lt;br /&gt;Of this blank canvas staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I will make of it&lt;br /&gt;Entranced by which specks of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Will become immersed in the imagery of the day&lt;br /&gt;And which will disappear in the vacuous night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not know what words will emerge&lt;br /&gt;And not see the visions too peripheral for view&lt;br /&gt;But to feel the simplicity of action and breath&lt;br /&gt;In a new setting as banal as the echoed ticking of clock&lt;br /&gt;Leaves room for exotic truths and festive clarity&lt;br /&gt;To be mercilessly paraded through the blankness of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind asks, “When will we stop fighting?”&lt;br /&gt;And the day responds with her same old silence&lt;br /&gt;The day leads by example&lt;br /&gt;She does not want to escape anything&lt;br /&gt;Or hide anywhere&lt;br /&gt;She must remain visible and bright&lt;br /&gt;So she knows when it is time&lt;br /&gt;To lose herself into the night&lt;br /&gt;And traverse the same blackness every being must endure&lt;br /&gt;And taste the same pain you taste&lt;br /&gt;As cells negotiate with each other&lt;br /&gt;To determine your path&lt;br /&gt;Back to the day&lt;br /&gt;Who awakens&lt;br /&gt;In gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For the light that delivers her life&lt;br /&gt;To all those she touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is natural to fear the night&lt;br /&gt;Where the dream body rises&lt;br /&gt;And the loneliness of time multiplies&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars in a mountain sky&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating your fear into the day of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And you awaken in morning light&lt;br /&gt;With fragments of your life&lt;br /&gt;Fallen from the night time sky&lt;br /&gt;Artifacts of your own crumbled statue&lt;br /&gt;From a time before you were born&lt;br /&gt;Again in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are opening the doors&lt;br /&gt;Of a temple you once prayed in&lt;br /&gt;And you must believe&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of both the day and the night&lt;br /&gt;Who have come to save you from a path&lt;br /&gt;You shall not have walked&lt;br /&gt;To deliver you the blessings&lt;br /&gt;Of guides from another time&lt;br /&gt;Of starry nights you have never seen&lt;br /&gt;And the light of day that has never been so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next chapter&lt;br /&gt;Of what seems so obvious&lt;br /&gt;Is barely visible&lt;br /&gt;And faintly audible&lt;br /&gt;See inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;And listen like a blind man&lt;br /&gt;To what is whistling around you&lt;br /&gt;And you will know the name of the chapter&lt;br /&gt;As the day and night merge in time before your very eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115498063649658969?l=skypof.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115492947180195643</id><published>2006-08-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:44:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="audio_player_standard_gray" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=1627889&amp;audio_duration=255.582&amp;amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.villageindian.com/Crazy.mp3" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed "crazy".&lt;a style="PADDING-LEFT: 110px; FONT-SIZE: 9px; COLOR: #f39; LETTER-SPACING: -1px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/1627889/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115492947180195643?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115492947180195643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115492947180195643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115492947180195643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115492947180195643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy_06.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-115489989340910581</id><published>2006-08-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:31:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guest House</title><content type='html'>Upon breaking my foot and my life coming to a screeching hairpin turn, I received this poem twice in 2 days, once from my Yoga Journal Newsletter which had a aptly named theme of "Embracing Life's Challenges" and the next, the always witty, clever, and intuitive Free Will Astrology from Marin's own Rob Breszney. I wanted to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Guest House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jelaluddin Rumi,&lt;br /&gt;translated by Coleman Barks in his book *Essential Rumi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/nl8g9"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/nl8g9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being human is a guest house.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joy, a depression, a meanness,&lt;br /&gt;some momentary awareness comes&lt;br /&gt;as an unexpected visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and entertain them all!&lt;br /&gt;Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;who violently sweep your house&lt;br /&gt;empty of its furniture,&lt;br /&gt;still, treat each guest honorably.&lt;br /&gt;He may be clearing you out&lt;br /&gt;for some new delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark thought, the shame, the malice,&lt;br /&gt;meet them at the door laughing,&lt;br /&gt;and invite them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for whoever comes,&lt;br /&gt;because each has been sent&lt;br /&gt;as a guide from beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-115489989340910581?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/115489989340910581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=115489989340910581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115489989340910581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/115489989340910581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-house.html' title='The Guest House'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-114507866369160791</id><published>2006-04-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:24:33.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For When it Follows You</title><content type='html'>4/8/06 For When it Follows You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it follows you&lt;br /&gt;There is no space&lt;br /&gt;For what you dream for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing tunes the return&lt;br /&gt;Back to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Back to the faith&lt;br /&gt;Everyone reminds you about&lt;br /&gt;Including your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reminded of the path&lt;br /&gt;The path of no escape&lt;br /&gt;From what you have chosen&lt;br /&gt;And what has chosen you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable acceptance of who you are&lt;br /&gt;And what becomes of your life&lt;br /&gt;as it lives you&lt;br /&gt;Inside each grasping cell&lt;br /&gt;The microcosm of the self&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing in time to your resistance&lt;br /&gt;Of how things are&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reminder of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And why you do it&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly imprinting itself on your face&lt;br /&gt;So you may recognize the journey&lt;br /&gt;Of equanimity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breathe and return again to the center&lt;br /&gt;Of your life&lt;br /&gt;Where all things birth&lt;br /&gt;And all things perish&lt;br /&gt;You practice to be free of whatever comes&lt;br /&gt;This inhale, that fear&lt;br /&gt;This exhale, that joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention grows&lt;br /&gt;In dark, dank soil&lt;br /&gt;Dense with nutrients&lt;br /&gt;And predators alike&lt;br /&gt;And when it is ripe&lt;br /&gt;You will know&lt;br /&gt;You will feel it happening&lt;br /&gt;What you always believed was true&lt;br /&gt;Becomes the manifestation into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The composting continues&lt;br /&gt;In the paradoxical body&lt;br /&gt;And the awakening will continue to be disturbed&lt;br /&gt;When the practice is abandoned&lt;br /&gt;You lose focus&lt;br /&gt;And the ability to speak so direct&lt;br /&gt;You fight and you lose&lt;br /&gt;The war you will never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you tear&lt;br /&gt;Do so with pride&lt;br /&gt;And feel as strong as you have ever felt&lt;br /&gt;As your suffering descends down your face&lt;br /&gt;In a luminous expression of the soul&lt;br /&gt;This gift is for you&lt;br /&gt;Take care of it&lt;br /&gt;It is the rain for your soil&lt;br /&gt;That you continue to reject&lt;br /&gt;It is time to embrace yourself&lt;br /&gt;And reawaken what has been&lt;br /&gt;Sung to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your living dreams await you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-114507859271839093</id><published>2006-04-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:23:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portal Week Begins!</title><content type='html'>10 Galactic Activation Portal Days&lt;br /&gt;What is a galactic activation portal?Within the 260 energies of the Harmonic Module, 52 of them are called portals for they form the "Loom" on which the entire matrix is woven upon.&lt;br /&gt;On portal days, one can expect heightened energies; access to amplified awareness and sensory experience; greater opportunity for information exchange and multi-dimensional insights.&lt;br /&gt;Let us also note the standard college dictionary definition of PORTAL: "An entrance, door, or gate, especially one that is grand and imposing."&lt;br /&gt;May we invite the power of these portals to activate dormant potential and evolutionary transformation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-114507859271839093?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/114507859271839093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=114507859271839093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/114507859271839093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/114507859271839093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2006/04/portal-week-begins.html' title='Portal Week Begins!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-113486708500012057</id><published>2005-12-17T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:51:25.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tomorrow: Track Listing</title><content type='html'>For Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn to Live With What You Are-Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;2) Talk to You-Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;3) Amazing Life-Jem&lt;br /&gt;4) Be-Common&lt;br /&gt;5) Best of Me-Maroons&lt;br /&gt;6) Together-William Shatner w/ Lemon Jelly&lt;br /&gt;7) Marching the Hate Machines (into the sun)-Thievery Corporation w/ The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;8) Earthquake Weather (maybe)-Beck&lt;br /&gt;9) The Practice-Gil Fronsdal&lt;br /&gt;10) Breathe Me-Sia&lt;br /&gt;11) Waiting For My Real Life to Begin-Colin Hay&lt;br /&gt;12) Let Go-Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;13) Are We the Waiting-Green Day&lt;br /&gt;14) Revelator-Gillian Welch&lt;br /&gt;15) Time-Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;16) A Minute's All I Need-Michael Franti&lt;br /&gt;17) Patience-k-os&lt;br /&gt;18) A Change is Gonna Come-Leela James&lt;br /&gt;19) Tomorrow's Song-Phish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-113486708500012057?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/113486708500012057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=113486708500012057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/113486708500012057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/113486708500012057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-tomorrow-track-listing.html' title='For Tomorrow: Track Listing'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112914154494356252</id><published>2005-10-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:25:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Comes Again</title><content type='html'>10/12/05                                                        It Comes Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes again&lt;br /&gt;The knowing&lt;br /&gt;That every step has been taken&lt;br /&gt;Where the step had to be taken&lt;br /&gt;To evolve&lt;br /&gt;And learn&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;Which parts need to be let go&lt;br /&gt;And which ones to enrich&lt;br /&gt;The knowing&lt;br /&gt;That hard times are good times in disguise&lt;br /&gt;And that good times are good times&lt;br /&gt;That we drink in our own thirst&lt;br /&gt;To feed the exhausting transformation&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing&lt;br /&gt;That within we are complete&lt;br /&gt;And that within we are destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Removing our integrity from the foundation&lt;br /&gt;Until we are swept away&lt;br /&gt;Into a soul-less place&lt;br /&gt;We all have stories about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes again&lt;br /&gt;Like lightening comes&lt;br /&gt;Operatic and climactic&lt;br /&gt;And embraced by nature’s silence&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of alrightness&lt;br /&gt;Call it faith&lt;br /&gt;Or delusion&lt;br /&gt;Only we really know&lt;br /&gt;When it comes&lt;br /&gt;When its alright&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;And the worry of the day&lt;br /&gt;Discloses its truth of impermanence&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of believing&lt;br /&gt;The knowing&lt;br /&gt;That what we feel&lt;br /&gt;Is our life&lt;br /&gt;And every consequence&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter&lt;br /&gt;That reflects our knowing to us&lt;br /&gt;In sun or moon light&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the contrast&lt;br /&gt;The knowing glistens&lt;br /&gt;In its own existence&lt;br /&gt;Serving as a guide&lt;br /&gt;To remember&lt;br /&gt;The most spiritual of acts&lt;br /&gt;I forget again as the day seeps out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes again&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;The knowing&lt;br /&gt;Awakens&lt;br /&gt;In the light of day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112914154494356252?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112914154494356252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112914154494356252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112914154494356252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112914154494356252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-comes-again.html' title='It Comes Again'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112726160110149704</id><published>2005-09-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:13:21.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jen and Andy</title><content type='html'>An Ode to Jen and Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take a big breath&lt;br /&gt;It’s the least we can do&lt;br /&gt;To honor this moment&lt;br /&gt;A breath that’s anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fill it up with love&lt;br /&gt;And let’s fill it up with grace&lt;br /&gt;And exhale nice and long&lt;br /&gt;And find the right pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;The pace must be slow&lt;br /&gt;For the race is now over&lt;br /&gt;There’s nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except be where you are&lt;br /&gt;With each other for life&lt;br /&gt;And rest in his arms&lt;br /&gt;And embrace your new wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You were lucky to find&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of love&lt;br /&gt;In a smile so kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind you who you are&lt;br /&gt;And who you can be&lt;br /&gt;Love is the mirror&lt;br /&gt;That now reflects three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is he, there is her&lt;br /&gt;And the both of you bound&lt;br /&gt;In body and in spirit&lt;br /&gt;In vibration and in sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music you hear&lt;br /&gt;In the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;So sublime and so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Is the melody you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite jam&lt;br /&gt;The peak moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Is the one poetry speaks&lt;br /&gt;With its meter and its rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It falls off the tongue&lt;br /&gt;When words have become&lt;br /&gt;Vows that create&lt;br /&gt;The song that you hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the music you can’t&lt;br /&gt;Get out of your head&lt;br /&gt;It’s the sound of your lover&lt;br /&gt;The one that you wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the sound that’s most holy&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the soul&lt;br /&gt;The one you take home&lt;br /&gt;Or take to the Knoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you find&lt;br /&gt;A heart with compassion&lt;br /&gt;And some peace in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To offer each other&lt;br /&gt;When you are in need&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients of life&lt;br /&gt;Of which you will feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and patience&lt;br /&gt;Some courage and fun&lt;br /&gt;Magic and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;The moon and the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cosmos have settled&lt;br /&gt;Portal week is done&lt;br /&gt;The moon of challenge almost over&lt;br /&gt;The moon of service almost begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has your life together&lt;br /&gt;In its infancy state&lt;br /&gt;Of which you grow like all children&lt;br /&gt;Into adults that relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About challenge and freedom&lt;br /&gt;Independence and space&lt;br /&gt;The mundane and the worldly&lt;br /&gt;That strange look on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will inevitably come&lt;br /&gt;When you forget to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;The one that you love&lt;br /&gt;The sound of their voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of that music&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before&lt;br /&gt;The jam that was epic&lt;br /&gt;That now has become lore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History and herstory&lt;br /&gt;No matter the fact&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given forever&lt;br /&gt;In a mutual pact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live and to love&lt;br /&gt;And keep simple each day&lt;br /&gt;And remember the words&lt;br /&gt;Your heart wants to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you speak the language&lt;br /&gt;Your lover knows best&lt;br /&gt;All the way from Chicago&lt;br /&gt;You knew to come west&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you would meet&lt;br /&gt;And marry one day&lt;br /&gt;With loved ones around you&lt;br /&gt;For your love, we all pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day you’ll remember&lt;br /&gt;9-18 is the code&lt;br /&gt;The day that forever&lt;br /&gt;Began in an ode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112726160110149704?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112477038053165480</id><published>2005-08-22T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:29:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Begin Again</title><content type='html'>8/22/05 A Day to Begin Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words before me&lt;br /&gt;Become evident and real&lt;br /&gt;And today convince me&lt;br /&gt;That a new day&lt;br /&gt;To begin again&lt;br /&gt;Is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence of a new cycle&lt;br /&gt;Supported from every end of&lt;br /&gt;Feeling and thinking&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing and sensing&lt;br /&gt;And I know I must celebrate&lt;br /&gt;In ceremony&lt;br /&gt;To lift higher&lt;br /&gt;Than mundane mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;As the smile lifts&lt;br /&gt;The energy engages&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of beauty&lt;br /&gt;The knowing that all things&lt;br /&gt;Begin and end in their right time&lt;br /&gt;Traversing from tragedy to triumph&lt;br /&gt;And back again&lt;br /&gt;The story is written&lt;br /&gt;As it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hope and new grief&lt;br /&gt;Meet again in the space between&lt;br /&gt;The moments that connect&lt;br /&gt;Our narrative&lt;br /&gt;To our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Where life and death&lt;br /&gt;Return to peace&lt;br /&gt;When the alignment of time&lt;br /&gt;Redeems itself&lt;br /&gt;When tears and smiles&lt;br /&gt;Coincide&lt;br /&gt;To share the night&lt;br /&gt;Filled with memories&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful moments&lt;br /&gt;That I accept&lt;br /&gt;So I may be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin again&lt;br /&gt;And not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112477038053165480?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413978442552644</id><published>2005-08-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:03:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog!</title><content type='html'>Ok, after much prodding by others to see some of my recent writings, I have finally put this unused blog to use, a year or so after it was initially created. Feel free to read and share, breathe and sigh, say silent or comment. I will try to keep this site somewhat updated with fresh material as it comes through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bookmark my site and tell your friends. I am experimenting with what it feels like to not hoard my writings anymore, to give them the light they deserve. Lots of love and gratitude to all those that have helped inspire me and that continue to weave light in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;Namaste,&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;JP&lt;br /&gt;elfboy&lt;br /&gt;or anything else you call me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413978442552644?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413978442552644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112413978442552644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413978442552644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413978442552644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog!'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413863852526530</id><published>2005-08-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:43:58.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transcript for Chelsea and Zaq's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Zachary Roberts and Chelsea Terrell Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to formally welcome you all to this day of ceremony and celebration. Both are rites of passage in their own way. So as we gather for ceremony, let us, together, create the necessary ingredients for this sacred time. One of the most vital ingredients is the supportive presence of community. So what we ask of you, friends and family, is to arrive in this moment with your full presence. Let me invite you all to let go of your individual stories and situations, and to begin to turn your attention onto these two beautiful individuals, Chelsea and Zachary. As we all turn and direct our loving and supportive attention on the bride and groom, we begin to tap into the reason we are all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love has brought us here. She has done it again. She has allowed these two courageous individuals to see the truth of who they are, in each other. They have asked you here today to bear witness to the sacred vows they will recite in ceremony to each other. Vows that, through plain language, will sanctify this relationship and ground each person’s intention to this life long process of committing oneself to love, committing oneself to another. It will be this intention that Chelsea and Zachary, you will come back to over and over again. When times are good, when times challenge you, when you feel the magic of your first meeting, and when you don’t. You can count on times of every nature in this journey with love, and it will be these sacred vows that will be the foundation, the earthiness, your relationship will move from. The power of these vows is that they are timeless. They are unconditional. They encourage the natural and rightful order of change in our lives. They engrave our deepest longings to see ourselves and our other just as they are, with great compassion and deep acceptance. These words are our practice, to remember every time we forget, to open our heart every time we judge, to let be every time we try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Zachary and Chelsea, you are not just getting married today. You are committing to a lifetime of spiritual practice. This practice that you each take on has two components. The first shines its light on your relationship with yourself, to treat yourself with love, with compassion, and unwavering gratitude for all you are shown in this life. The second turns its brilliance onto your relationship with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Through the seeds of your commitment to your own spiritual practice, your relationship will bloom with the strength and fortitude of two individuals living their own lives and living a life together. So I encourage you both to make time to practice opening yourself to love, both individually and together. Remember that you will forget. And if you do, you are always just a moment’s grace away from remembering the teachings of love. The great Sufi poet Hafiz put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;The test of love is:&lt;br /&gt;If it isn’t unconditional, it isn’t love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you all to take a moment and feel the reason you are here today. Feel the vibrancy of this love that stands before you. She is here today to teach us all something, and yet has chosen these two courageous disciples to continue her legacy of beauty, healing, and grace. She has brought these two together to support the foundation of love in our world. There are none more deserving and fit to take on this task than Chelsea and Zachary. Hours before Chelsea met Zachary for the first time, she wrote down in her journal “Universe, I am ready, send me my love.” And so I know these two believe not only, in the power of love, but the magic that it brings. Its capacity to make us laugh and cry, sometimes at the same time. It is irrational. You can not think it. You can only live it. And I have no doubts in my conviction that these two lovers are living it. We have felt it before, and we feel it now. This connection that goes beyond words, beyond thoughts. Love simply is. And it is here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As John and Paul told us once,&lt;br /&gt;“Give the word a chance to say/That the word is just the way/It's the word I'm thinking of/And the only word is love”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Statements of Intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and Zachary, you have now spoken your sacred vows to each other in the presence of your community. These words will bind you to each other with intention and purpose. They will be the foundation of your relationship as you change, grow, teach, and learn with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please take a moment and look into each other’s eyes as I ask you both to consecrate your marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Zachary, choose Chelsea, to be your wife and partner, to be your reflection of love’s truth, to be your mirror for care and compassion, in sacred times and in struggle, to be the lips you kiss and the body you embrace, from this day forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Chelsea, choose Zachary, to be your husband and partner, to be your reflection of love’s truth, to be your mirror for care and compassion, in sacred times and in struggle, to be the lips you kiss and the body you embrace, from this day forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring Exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary, please place this ring on Chelsea’s fourth finger of her left hand and repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my heart&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;And my soul&lt;br /&gt;To the life of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, please place this ring on Zachary’s fourth finger of his left hand and repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my heart&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;And my soul&lt;br /&gt;To the life of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proclamation of Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary and Chelsea, your love has been formally bound together in sacred vow and with the ritual exchange of rings. Your love will always be held by your family, your friends, and by the legacy of the spirit of love. Your private love may now be declared in public. Friends and family, it is my deepest honor to declare to you all for the first time, Chelsea and Zachary Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now seal your union with your first kiss as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413863852526530?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413863852526530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112413863852526530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413863852526530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413863852526530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/08/transcript-for-chelsea-and-zaqs.html' title='Transcript for Chelsea and Zaq&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413845429847924</id><published>2005-08-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:40:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Toby and Kathleen</title><content type='html'>Ode to Toby and Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is here&lt;br /&gt;The crowd arrives&lt;br /&gt;A day of pure love&lt;br /&gt;To remind us of lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate reflection&lt;br /&gt;Love sees who you are&lt;br /&gt;She sees when you’re near&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hears what you say&lt;br /&gt;And the words that you choose&lt;br /&gt;And listens to your longings&lt;br /&gt;And stories in the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s top story&lt;br /&gt;Toby and Kathleen are it&lt;br /&gt;They are celebrating their love&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts’ charm and heart’s wit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew in their bones&lt;br /&gt;This was the right fit&lt;br /&gt;For their minds to relax&lt;br /&gt;And hearts to stay lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the fire and light&lt;br /&gt;That takes us through time&lt;br /&gt;That keeps spirit ablaze&lt;br /&gt;With aromas of sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this delight that we drink&lt;br /&gt;As we surround the couple we know&lt;br /&gt;Either as a friend or as family&lt;br /&gt;With stories in tow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That remind us who they are&lt;br /&gt;And who they have been&lt;br /&gt;And why we gather together&lt;br /&gt;And make sure that they win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize of the day&lt;br /&gt;Matrimony for two&lt;br /&gt;A Caldwell and Gaine&lt;br /&gt;And a moment anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With intention and purpose&lt;br /&gt;For a life lived together&lt;br /&gt;For a commitment with spirit&lt;br /&gt;To traverse any weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether there’s rain or dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Or a drought just the same&lt;br /&gt;Stay steady in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;And pride in your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are who you are&lt;br /&gt;And that’s exactly the point&lt;br /&gt;And it has brought you a life&lt;br /&gt;You will share now as joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;New roles which to fill&lt;br /&gt;So take it slow&lt;br /&gt;As you climb up that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the prize of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Love will carry you there&lt;br /&gt;So respect what she teaches you&lt;br /&gt;Of compassion and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see all the faces&lt;br /&gt;That see you today&lt;br /&gt;Each connected to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Each smile a ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of heat and warmth&lt;br /&gt;And incredible light&lt;br /&gt;Enough which to spark&lt;br /&gt;Your love in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s only you who see&lt;br /&gt;What together you made&lt;br /&gt;The vows you will make&lt;br /&gt;That never will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive each day when you&lt;br /&gt;See your eyes bright&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the other&lt;br /&gt;This moment is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the torch&lt;br /&gt;And put on a show&lt;br /&gt;To seal the deal&lt;br /&gt;From which you will grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life now is yours&lt;br /&gt;Take it and go&lt;br /&gt;And join in the magic&lt;br /&gt;Your union will sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel yourself now&lt;br /&gt;You have come oh so far&lt;br /&gt;The moment’s upon us&lt;br /&gt;To shine like a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;And feel your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Simply a life together&lt;br /&gt;Is where you are bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax in your bones&lt;br /&gt;Unburden your load&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy yourselves&lt;br /&gt;And remember this ode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you it was written&lt;br /&gt;In plain black and white&lt;br /&gt;An ode to Toby and Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;Never felt oh so right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413845429847924?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413845429847924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112413845429847924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413845429847924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413845429847924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-toby-and-kathleen.html' title='Ode to Toby and Kathleen'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413881562459456</id><published>2005-06-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:46:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion</title><content type='html'>6/30/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completion&lt;br /&gt;The spokes of the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Continue its turn through the ages&lt;br /&gt;In the center lies the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Thick and sturdy,&lt;br /&gt;The hub from which all else touches&lt;br /&gt;And reaches out&lt;br /&gt;To the events and people&lt;br /&gt;Adventures and tasks&lt;br /&gt;The fiery ball in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Leaving ashes in its wake&lt;br /&gt;Its tendrils unwind&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect&lt;br /&gt;Lose familiar form&lt;br /&gt;As the next karmic twist&lt;br /&gt;Sits on her perch&lt;br /&gt;And begins a new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time a new song forms&lt;br /&gt;I feel unsure&lt;br /&gt;My conditions question themselves&lt;br /&gt;Is that the rhythm we like?&lt;br /&gt;That melody needs work I think&lt;br /&gt;Faster or slower&lt;br /&gt;new songs never seem quite right&lt;br /&gt;and I am lost&lt;br /&gt;in a moment unlike one I have known before&lt;br /&gt;just like so many I have known before&lt;br /&gt;I catch myself singing this new song&lt;br /&gt;Although truth be told&lt;br /&gt;I don’t actually know the words yet&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it goes I guess&lt;br /&gt;We mutter in our own garbled imagination&lt;br /&gt;Till the truth emerges with its gleaming light&lt;br /&gt;To show us once again&lt;br /&gt;The blindness we love to romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I rejoice in the blindness&lt;br /&gt;Only the nostalgia of this romance eclipses this&lt;br /&gt;This short filled joy&lt;br /&gt;Darkened by the deviance of the doubtful heart&lt;br /&gt;But comforted in the endless doubtful hearts&lt;br /&gt;Aplenty in our neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Where minds and hearts are no longer separate&lt;br /&gt;And we see what feeds our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Feeds our hearts&lt;br /&gt;The food chain of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Decomposing into the actions of our day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must choose with care&lt;br /&gt;Where attention goes&lt;br /&gt;With it my life follows&lt;br /&gt;And the transmission of peace is born again&lt;br /&gt;In my body&lt;br /&gt;In my breath&lt;br /&gt;Just this moment&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413881562459456?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413881562459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112413881562459456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413881562459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413881562459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/2005/06/completion.html' title='Completion'/><author><name>JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413875332647397</id><published>2005-06-12T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:45:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the End</title><content type='html'>6/12/05   After the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin&lt;br /&gt;The reconstruction of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My body’s energy&lt;br /&gt;My life’s own circuitous geometry,&lt;br /&gt;There must be space&lt;br /&gt;The rightful space to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end rhymes with the rituals it needs&lt;br /&gt;To express its own closure for itself&lt;br /&gt;To shed the skins it has grown to cover&lt;br /&gt;The vulnerabilities of this time&lt;br /&gt;To unleash what I always wanted to believe&lt;br /&gt;That destiny meant loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And being meant shame&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now my children&lt;br /&gt;For you have walked me to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Where I can now fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the mysteries of authentic love&lt;br /&gt;And compassionate infinity&lt;br /&gt;Where I can trust&lt;br /&gt;I will be kept afloat&lt;br /&gt;In an invisible web&lt;br /&gt;That attaches the writer to reader&lt;br /&gt;And student to teacher&lt;br /&gt;Passed on through time&lt;br /&gt;The same message&lt;br /&gt;Forget what you know&lt;br /&gt;And remember nothing&lt;br /&gt;And feel&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;Feel this moment&lt;br /&gt;This life in time&lt;br /&gt;This body in space&lt;br /&gt;Feel yourself&lt;br /&gt;And embrace&lt;br /&gt;All that is&lt;br /&gt;And you will meet&lt;br /&gt;The truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry about what it means&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to understand how your life will change&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing with it&lt;br /&gt;And let its own medicine provide that very thing you never told anyone you needed&lt;br /&gt;Allow your own blood to wash yourself clean&lt;br /&gt;And dictate the diet your soul needs to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have arrived my son&lt;br /&gt;You have arrived at the end&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder what comes next&lt;br /&gt;As with every death comes a birth&lt;br /&gt;And with each cycle&lt;br /&gt;The space&lt;br /&gt;In between&lt;br /&gt;After the end&lt;br /&gt;Before the Beginning&lt;br /&gt;You have arrived my son&lt;br /&gt;Be who you have always been&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the same breath you have always breathed&lt;br /&gt;And close the same eyes who have seen everything you have seen&lt;br /&gt;This is yours&lt;br /&gt;This is yours&lt;br /&gt;This is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok&lt;br /&gt;You can let go now&lt;br /&gt;The end is here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413875332647397?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413917839706678</id><published>2004-12-12T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:52:58.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Changes</title><content type='html'>12/12/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life rips&lt;br /&gt;It breaks&lt;br /&gt;It falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Homes become houses&lt;br /&gt;And houses homes&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life cracks&lt;br /&gt;It loses stream&lt;br /&gt;It goes missing again&lt;br /&gt;Time becomes decisions&lt;br /&gt;And decisions time&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the seam&lt;br /&gt;Life gasps&lt;br /&gt;It takes a pause&lt;br /&gt;It spins itself around&lt;br /&gt;Attachments become grief&lt;br /&gt;And with grief, new attachments&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life stumbles&lt;br /&gt;It veers off course&lt;br /&gt;It disconnects itself&lt;br /&gt;Disorientation becomes dissolution&lt;br /&gt;And dissolution disorienting&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life leaves&lt;br /&gt;It revolves&lt;br /&gt;It is left hanging&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation becomes emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And emptiness anticipation&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life dies&lt;br /&gt;It gets transmuted&lt;br /&gt;It waits&lt;br /&gt;Change becomes opportunity&lt;br /&gt;And opportunity changes things&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life speaks&lt;br /&gt;It urges&lt;br /&gt;It is a witness&lt;br /&gt;Ideas become actions&lt;br /&gt;And actions new ideas&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life turns&lt;br /&gt;It is slippery&lt;br /&gt;It dares&lt;br /&gt;Faith becomes doubt&lt;br /&gt;And doubt faith one more time&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Life breathes&lt;br /&gt;It inhales&lt;br /&gt;It exhales&lt;br /&gt;Silence becomes birth&lt;br /&gt;And birth silences&lt;br /&gt;When the changes sweep through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noble and eternal law&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Does not remain the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413907978767523</id><published>2004-11-25T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:51:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Love-Thanksgiving 2004</title><content type='html'>An Ode to Love-Thanksgiving 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ode to love&lt;br /&gt;Is an ode of care&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all who dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To surrender our selves&lt;br /&gt;To the very core&lt;br /&gt;And hear Mother Love’s&lt;br /&gt;Mighty mighty roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants us to know&lt;br /&gt;She is here and alive&lt;br /&gt;She is here when we let go&lt;br /&gt;Amiss when we strive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know her more&lt;br /&gt;And feel her glow&lt;br /&gt;We must be patient&lt;br /&gt;And always slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is ours&lt;br /&gt;In this moment or that&lt;br /&gt;To be thankful for each other&lt;br /&gt;For our dog or our cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes our decisions&lt;br /&gt;She even makes us wait&lt;br /&gt;And when we forget her&lt;br /&gt;She hides between hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;To remember again&lt;br /&gt;She is alive in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;On the couch, in the den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclining in rest&lt;br /&gt;Tired from the fight&lt;br /&gt;Of our eternal struggles&lt;br /&gt;Between what is wrong and what is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees us with compassion&lt;br /&gt;And forgives the mind&lt;br /&gt;Who makes all the excuses&lt;br /&gt;For not being kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With excuses we age&lt;br /&gt;And with love we get young&lt;br /&gt;The right words that explain&lt;br /&gt;Simply fall off the tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is eternal&lt;br /&gt;The never ending glory&lt;br /&gt;The spirit that heals us&lt;br /&gt;In every life, every story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the same in this way&lt;br /&gt;Connected, a team&lt;br /&gt;So love we thank you&lt;br /&gt;For providing the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a world with less war&lt;br /&gt;And a little more huggin&lt;br /&gt;A rope we can hold together&lt;br /&gt;With a little less tuggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She advises we think&lt;br /&gt;And that we believe&lt;br /&gt;That love is a choice&lt;br /&gt;Some suffering to relieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drink and eat&lt;br /&gt;Till your plenty full&lt;br /&gt;She’ll make more&lt;br /&gt;Without a push or a pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause she comes from the source&lt;br /&gt;Where we all take a dip&lt;br /&gt;And the moment arrives&lt;br /&gt;To take our first sip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of her wine, like our blood&lt;br /&gt;It flows till no end&lt;br /&gt;We look all around&lt;br /&gt;And reflect the word friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we thank you today&lt;br /&gt;For what you have taught&lt;br /&gt;By eating the food&lt;br /&gt;That all your friends brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find some love&lt;br /&gt;If you have some to spare&lt;br /&gt;And speak its gospel&lt;br /&gt;And play the game fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what’s in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;You are here now&lt;br /&gt;Just open the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413907978767523?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413907978767523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423663&amp;postID=112413907978767523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423663/posts/default/112413907978767523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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family finally splintered&lt;br /&gt;Into fibers of new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walk slows and becomes a meander&lt;br /&gt;And I notice the shapes of the many rocks under my feet&lt;br /&gt;For I veered off the path in a rare maneuver&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to see something new in the familiar trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meander meant that I went nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Foot over foot, missing the step I thought I would take&lt;br /&gt;It was all very different&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that&lt;br /&gt;And that was the point&lt;br /&gt;The difference&lt;br /&gt;The loss&lt;br /&gt;The music&lt;br /&gt;The container&lt;br /&gt;For the awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nonsensical soundtrack that penetrated me&lt;br /&gt;Like interstitial fluid&lt;br /&gt;Becoming me&lt;br /&gt;Recreating me&lt;br /&gt;In the way I knew&lt;br /&gt;Was right&lt;br /&gt;In the silent confusion&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;I believed&lt;br /&gt;It was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body knew&lt;br /&gt;Was summoned to move in&lt;br /&gt;This regal flow&lt;br /&gt;Deconstructing grief&lt;br /&gt;Into beauty&lt;br /&gt;Back into grief&lt;br /&gt;So as to finally reveal it&lt;br /&gt; as the same tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tear of the triumph&lt;br /&gt;And the tear of the death&lt;br /&gt;born from the same eye&lt;br /&gt;That can now see itself&lt;br /&gt;That sees a future in a different tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movements of the awakening&lt;br /&gt;Letting go and grabbing onto&lt;br /&gt;Openness&lt;br /&gt;Left in the mud&lt;br /&gt;By worn feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence inside must ruminate&lt;br /&gt;And take its time to emerge&lt;br /&gt;Tears displace the time&lt;br /&gt;And the gratitude swells&lt;br /&gt;Mobilizing the beautiful grief&lt;br /&gt;To be the leader once again into&lt;br /&gt;Newness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423663.post-112413893252953455</id><published>2004-07-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:48:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to the Awakening</title><content type='html'>7/21/04&lt;br /&gt;Dedication to the Awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire light is lit low this evening&lt;br /&gt;Resisting its own inevitable journey to extinguish&lt;br /&gt;And begin again the light that has been lit for years&lt;br /&gt;Since the awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up always leads to falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I should know this by now&lt;br /&gt;The obvious truth that befalls each day&lt;br /&gt;Waking up each day is never as easy as falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;I am both comforted and disturbed by this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day comes easier though&lt;br /&gt;Than the days where light was a threat&lt;br /&gt;To be seen in all uncompromising grief&lt;br /&gt;Until the night&lt;br /&gt;Where the music saves the soul who surrenders&lt;br /&gt;Returning the night her grief&lt;br /&gt;In return for sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night has shared her grief with others&lt;br /&gt;And let me live the day&lt;br /&gt;To let others live the day&lt;br /&gt;And I can finally relax&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;With the only woman who could&lt;br /&gt;Steal my grief from the night&lt;br /&gt;And do what only the night could do before&lt;br /&gt;To defy my own assertions of a life alone&lt;br /&gt;The songs the night would sing&lt;br /&gt;They always told me&lt;br /&gt;What I now know&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I relax&lt;br /&gt;I edge upon the real emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness only one can know&lt;br /&gt;When they are loved&lt;br /&gt;When the soul makes its next mission&lt;br /&gt;Echo in sounds barely audible&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments do not reveal the message&lt;br /&gt;Of what the new fires will expose&lt;br /&gt;when fire lights so low, extinguish&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing to return to&lt;br /&gt;but the words of the awakening&lt;br /&gt;and the dedication&lt;br /&gt;exhumed in the fire light&lt;br /&gt;of the night of songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reestablish and reveal&lt;br /&gt;the music of the nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prepare the fire light&lt;br /&gt;To blaze with Spirit&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls&lt;br /&gt;To return her grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may accept&lt;br /&gt;What is rightfully mine&lt;br /&gt;To share with the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413893252953455?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413893252953455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have returned&lt;br /&gt;It is your time&lt;br /&gt;To find the place in the cosmic garden you have known once before&lt;br /&gt;It seems such the familiar&lt;br /&gt;Your ringing defines time with a new tone&lt;br /&gt;Full of what creates you&lt;br /&gt;It is this you will pass onto&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting&lt;br /&gt;Or suspecting&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;br /&gt;That has made the choice&lt;br /&gt;To confront the squeeze&lt;br /&gt;And purging of generations’ masks&lt;br /&gt;Masks hiding your truth as another’s&lt;br /&gt;Masks obscuring your beauty with another’s&lt;br /&gt;Masks covering this raw layer of flesh&lt;br /&gt;Not too unlike a newborn’s velvety touch&lt;br /&gt;You have seen this young one before&lt;br /&gt;And demand that his skin return to form&lt;br /&gt;But show age in bones articulating themselves&lt;br /&gt;These same bones anchor your life&lt;br /&gt;When nothing else will&lt;br /&gt;Bones to hold the weight of Saturn&lt;br /&gt;Bones to bear the breadth of his wings&lt;br /&gt;Bones to sustain the asanas of balance&lt;br /&gt;As muscles follow the change you teach&lt;br /&gt;In every aspect, in every cell&lt;br /&gt;You will find yourself&lt;br /&gt;And be forced to accept what you find&lt;br /&gt;Despite the wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;Or winter’s days of sunny illusions&lt;br /&gt;You will not know what to expect&lt;br /&gt;And you can not think it will go by like you once knew&lt;br /&gt;Awake in a new bed with old sheets&lt;br /&gt;And you will have to walk with blind steps in hallways&lt;br /&gt;Leading towards the ruins of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Where you will find exactly what you need&lt;br /&gt;To burn out what has become poison to your mind&lt;br /&gt;You know of this poison,&lt;br /&gt;Doubling as food when you knew nowhere to turn&lt;br /&gt;Fear shattering your well-intentioned thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Into shards of maybes and why’s&lt;br /&gt;Where you move so slowly&lt;br /&gt;Losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;And finding your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the language of suffering&lt;br /&gt;And you speak it with grace&lt;br /&gt;Because you know how to survive&lt;br /&gt;To take your basic pulse&lt;br /&gt;And create a life&lt;br /&gt;To accept this new death&lt;br /&gt;As the sacred blessing&lt;br /&gt;You have waited your whole life&lt;br /&gt;To confront&lt;br /&gt;With whole-hearted fury&lt;br /&gt;The inimitable paradox where transformation is birthed&lt;br /&gt;The moment where nonsensical rapture lets you know&lt;br /&gt;You are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Because you have made a choice to stand in the midst of the fire&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in serenity&lt;br /&gt;Like the Buddha&lt;br /&gt;Burning and burning&lt;br /&gt;And burning again&lt;br /&gt;What you need to purge&lt;br /&gt;To leave behind in the flames of spirit&lt;br /&gt;The clothes that no longer fit&lt;br /&gt;You will know when to walk out of the fire&lt;br /&gt;The winds will come if you believe&lt;br /&gt;That they too have their time to blow&lt;br /&gt;You will know this time,&lt;br /&gt;You will hear this time&lt;br /&gt;You must not wait for this time&lt;br /&gt;You must forget about what will save you&lt;br /&gt;And burn with holy tears&lt;br /&gt;The mask you never wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe the breath that will feed you&lt;br /&gt;And nurture the body that will carry you&lt;br /&gt;From the fire to the Earth itself&lt;br /&gt;And teach the mind what it needs&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse itself&lt;br /&gt;And make space for the teachings&lt;br /&gt;You will speak of with ease&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive from your return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423663-112413930683564089?l=skypof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skypof.blogspot.com/feeds/112413930683564089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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