Being Perfect

It's hard being perfect

and it's hard being right. 

Without a little humility,

we're always putting up a fight.

Our Breath

When we are hungry,

we look for food. 

When we are thirsty,

we look for water. 

Do we look for air 

when our lungs are empty?

Breathing is done for us, 

it comes naturally. 

The same way that God 

is always with us,

our breath is always in us.  

When we are needing God, 

do we go looking for him?

He is our breath, our life,

our Prana (life force). 

Like our breath,

we take God for granted, 

until we're that far from him, 

that we no longer sense him. 

When we are drowning in Maya,

we realize how essential he is 

and cry out for help. 

We cannot  find God,

we must realize God. 

God is our breath,

our life, our Prana. 

Pure and Simply

Love is not a + sign,

neither does it subtract. 

It doesn't judge our feelings 

and it doesn't judge our acts. 

It's not a way of living 

and it's not a way of giving.

It's pure and simply who we are. 

An infinite being with 

infinite power. 

If we live it and dream it

and think it and be it. 

Nothing's impossible and 

we're totally unstoppable. 

Nothing is beyond our reach, 

for we are constantly, expanding. 

Love isn't something that we can preach,

for it's beyond, our understanding. 

It's beyond the seas 

and moons 

and stars. 

It's pure and simply,

who we are. 

It's absolute acceptance,

in every God given breath,

and it's goes way, way, way beyond,

all of our births and deaths. 

It's not a man made religion 

and it's not something we can give, 

just a smidgen. 

It's pure and simply a leap of faith. 

A way of trusting and confidence,

that we can't leave up to fate. 

With fate we believe in destiny 

and that we're this finite personality. 

But there is no,"our love,"

in reality,

just God's love, with no duality. 

We're a spark of the love,

that goes beyond individuality. 

We're a spark of the love,

that's so beyond  trivialities. 

It's not a desire or a lust 

or something we control. 

It's not a philosophy or a religion 

or a manipulative way, 

to cajole. 

It's pure and simply who we are, 

we're an infinite being,

that's beyond the moon and stars. 

We're pure love and compassion, 

and it's not something that we can ration. 

We're pure love and infinite compassion 

and that's not a passing fashion.

Where did Our Sense of Humor Go?

Where did our sense of humor go?

I don't hear it.

I don't feel it.

I don't see it,

have we lost it?

Where has our sense of humor gone? We're not laughing,

we're crying. 

We're not giggling,

we're sighing. 

Are we too busy complaining 

and draining?

Are we too busy judging 

and not budging?

Where did our sense of humor go? 

We're all so serious,

has life put the fear into us?

We're no longer spontaneous 

and silly ignoramuses. 

The power of laughter can't be forgotten. 

It heals us and moves us. 

It reveals us and improves us.

 

Humor is lost to a world that's sarcastic.

Humor is lost to a world that's bombastic. 

Nothing good has come, 

from our loathing and goading. 

Nothing good will come,

from our exaggerations

and inflations.

We have to be up

and see a full cup. 

We have to be open 

and not coverup. 

It's good to be silly

but we don't have to be drunk. 

It's  good to be funny 

and we don't have to be Monks. 

If we laugh out loud, 

for no reason at all. 

Maybe our  sense of humor,

will finally be recalled. 

The Angel of My Prayers.

She's  always been around 

and she's never let me down.

She's the first love that I felt 

and she's always been there to help. 

Her love for me, 

is unconditional and free. 

Her love for me, came with a lifetime guarantee. 

She's always seen the best in me 

and she's never felt any less of me. 

She's the wholeness in my life 

and she's always kept me out of strife. 

I can't imagine a life without her,

because she's always been, right there. 

But I know I'll never have to do without her, 

because she's the angel of my prayers.

Missed Opportunities.

Life can be be colored,

with some miraculous fortuities.

Or it can be stained with excuses

and missed opportunities.   

Spiritual Warrior.

Focus in the warrior leads to confidence. With your focus and one pointedness, you achieve accuracy, precision and a high skill level. 

A warrior practices and practices until perfection is reached.

They achieve equanimity of body, mind and spirit. 

As you follow your body and fall into a rhythm.

As you watch your breath and control your thoughts,

you feel an inner peace settle over you

and a oneness with everything. 

The spiritual warrior awakens within. 

A Longing.

Love is neither giving or taking,

it is a longing to include the other,

as a part of yourself. 

What you are.

Love is not what you do. 

Love is what you are. 

Prascilla

PRASCILLA

P is for the perfect friend,

for you see the good in all. 

R is for reminder,

for you're an example to us all. 

A is for Angel,

for no other word seems to fit. 

S is for saintly,

for you're never a hypocrite. 

C is for crystal clear,

for she has one of the purest hearts you'll find. 

I is for intellect,

for she's not blinded by the mind. 

L is for the love you are,

for it's the first thing that we see. 

It's also for your luminescence,

for you light the path to Thee. 

 

And A is for 'All are one,'

for you follow this truth,

and embrace everyone. 

     Happy Birthday P, 

     from the love that I am,

     to the love that you are.

Peace

Nurture and protect and treasure 

the peace that you are. 

Only then will it grow and expand.