The journey begins at DTW

image/jpeg
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

row row row your boat

in ascent, we climb and slip
but we get up and climb again
somedays, we will take more steps
forward, some days more steps away

but the way of Ganesha, is to watch
the leaking holes in our boat
to have it in the corner of the eye
take care of it, and keep afloat

most hangups, drop off
as nothing can stick to the spirit
but there are holes in the soul
that take years to fix

Mistaken identity

What do you call a spiritual teacher from niagara falls?

Scroll down for the answer

...

....

...

...

...
....

A falls guru.

Sun is out

There is a rainbow
In the fair city of Toronto
But doubters think and profess
That it is still night.

Thier backs are turned
To the thousand suns
That long ago
brought an to the American night

So go forth fearlessly,
Whether you see or not, That being who's a thousand suns
For those mistaking their darkness for night, let your Mayas be undone

Physical presence is merely a maya
Its naïve to not realize
Whether She makes it there or not
We must keep our end of the deal

Commanded are we in easy words,
Plain and simple as day
Still we doubt,
holding our own at bay

Saguna

Children of plato, and plato himself
Who inhabit the developed west
Have attained understanding of Forms
A step away from what's beyond the forms

Maybe he existed merely to be a scribe
the true master socrates' back and side
Documenting dialogs, learning much
But realization seems beyond his touch

God, he percieves as a craftsman,
Thankfully, benovelent.
Gets it right when he sees the worldly forms
Are reflections made from the Divine forms

Never plunging into the abyss of bliss
Held back by railings of reason.
He sees the brilliant knowledge sun
But sees it as spun from reason

The Judge

times were such, we feared a Judge

who may rain fire, upon our frigid selves

we know better now, somehow

the Judge is the spirit within

 

where do we go from here?

how do dont judge ourselves into extinction?

witness our beings, know our self

its all well, when to us

                   so our Spirit's tells.

Invisible storm

A boy stared at the stars,
On a cool night in Bhayandar
No cloud between him and the stars
But heard a latent thunder

His mind in the stars
His eyes at the moon
Self realization waited
Then it was to soon

He lay in his bed,
Llooking with the mind's eye
Juggling realities unknown
That belong beyond the sky

Thinking of deep space
Of the human race
How small are we
In a cosmic pond, an invisible trace