Within the Centre

Spiritual Poetry

living the spirit

not chasing it - every now and then

when we remember

it is the journey that counts

Life is God

- not the destination

and I vow to live it

with every thought and every word and every action

to see it in every soul

that meets mine

to be there - in the centre

refusing to give-in or give-up

cause it is the only truth that counts

that is alive and

gives real and ultimate pleasure

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Shri Chinmoy about God and meditation

'When the power of love
Replaces the love of power
Man will have a new name:
God'

'To reach the spiritual heart you have to feel that you do not have a mind, you do not have arms, you do not have legs, you have only the heart.'

http://www.srichinmoy.org/

swollen, smooth, tight
lips of the rose

openning
to the whispers of the moon

Alanis Morissette Utopia

We'd gather around
All in a room
Fasten our belts
Engage in dialogue
We'd all slow down
Rest without guilt
Not lie without fear
Disagree sans jugement
We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and
Enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and
Open and reach out and speak up

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

We'd open our arms
We'd all jump in
We'd all coast down
Into safety nets

We would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not
Invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
Be gentle and make room for every emotion

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

We'd provide forums
We'd all speak out
We'd all be heard
We'd all feel seen

We'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled
And be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd
Release and disarm and stand up and feel safe

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

Amber

90 million years old
stolen from the bottom of the sea
with its opaque crust
freed from the matrix of forget-ness
in its centre hides leaves, flowers, fruits
spiders, frogs and butterflies
a resin from an injured tree
that caught in its tear a life-frame
of past so distant and yet
so near
does it also in its depth hide
our eternal stride?

Symbols and Signs: Tree of Life