Let Yourself Go, Let Go Of Yourself

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Picture by Mark Berger

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Let yourself go,

You’re a speckle of cosmic dust.

Don’t buy the scam of your mind:

Big deals for sale,

Cheap tailored drama series,

Ancient tales of separation.

Let me tell you,

What the mind says is not a big deal after all.

Give Universal intelligence permission

To overthrow

The small, limited you.

Let go of yourself,

Let go of who you think you are.

Silence:

Amidst the traffic horns,

The city wandering crowd,

The rolling of the cars,

The ambulance crying out loud.

Silence underneath all sounds,

That is who You really are.

 

Herons

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The Silence Underneath All Sounds

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Picture by Melinda Sullivan

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Inhabit your body,

Breathe.

Inhabit your feet, legs and thighs,

Inhabit your hands, arms and shoulders,

Inhabit your belly, torso and spine,

Inhabit your neck, face and skull.

Now that you’re here with me, listen.

Listen to all the sounds as if they were one,

Listen to the silence underneath all sounds.

 

Herons

Present Coffee

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Picture: Morning Brew by Andrew Saur

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Drumming, bright cymbals and echoes of Africa.

Voices bump from one side of the room to the other,

Voices of pretty little females, of distant foreign men.

Voices hidden in silence, like mine.

Now, Asia chimes in, in some alternative western music.

Asia, in the simple glance of a Chinese girl, gorgeously simple;

Asia, in her clumsy gait, packed up in a long heavy coat;

It’s cold outside, and you tell me you love me madly.

You speak to me through my dreams, and  I know you’re out there, somewhere.

But It doesn’t really matter, ‘cause the Now is unfolding wild.

It’s an everbirthing child,

It kicks, It nods, It stares, It hisses,

In the rattle, in the talk, in the kisses.

The smell of coffee floats like a wave,

The taste of coffee lingers in the mouth,

What about its sound?

Such beautiful silence in the middle of Now.

 

Herons