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How I Cured Morgellons
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2/6/2017 11:19:59 AM |
First, thank you all for your words of encouragement and support! One of my favorite forms of poetry is haiku, particularly Japanese where is was first developed in the 17th century by wandering poet Basho. I think that is because it can "say" so much in just 3 short lines usually consisting of 5 - 7 - 5 syllables. It can take you into the moment that the poet was experiencing through "painted" imagery or stop the endless mind chatter, still the intellect and break through to an "Ah Ha" moment. If this interests you, an excellent introduction is Jane Hirshfield's "The Heart of Haiku," available on Kindle. Here are two samples that convey these ideas and one from my favorite poet Ryokan. Snow whispering down All day long, earth has vanished Leaving only sky. Joso At the ancient pond a frog plunges into the sound of water Basho And my favorite Japanese monk/poet Ryokan wrote this after a thief stole his few possessions from the hut he lived in, emphasizing the teaching to value only what cannot be stolen and points to the eternal. The thief left it behind: the moon, at the window. A few other poems from this past week that inspired me. "Mystery of the King" You haven't dared yet lose faith - so how can faith grow in you? You haven't dared yet risk your heart - to what can you see of reality? You're obsessed-still-with the carnal screams of your life. How do you hope to step into the Mystery of the King? You are a sea of gnosis hidden in a drop of dew, You are a whole universe hidden in a sack of blood. What are all this world's pleasures and joys That you keep grasping at them to make you alive? Does the sun borrow light from a mote of dust? Does Venus look for wine from a cracked jug? Rumi "Longing for Home" I left my home a long time ago Wandering through lifetimes of plays Each drama, I created myself anew Each time thinking and feeling that I found my way back home My destination was an endless meander Weary and tired I grow of this folly The search brought new experiences But still no sign of home "My friend, my beloved, my child I have loved you since you decided to be you I have never left you Your companion I have always been You simply have forgotten me In childhood, you sought me in the eyes of your parents In adulthood, you thought you found me in the arms of your first love You have even looked towards meaningless things to try and find me Fear not my friend, for these things have been light bearers Guiding you back to me I was your beginning and will always be your destination, Whatever path you take I love you from a place where there is nothing you have to be I love you unconditionally Judgment and fear have no place in my home For who else can I be but You, we are One, and have always been. The search is over my friend!" Andrew Ramsubhag And finally musings by Vicki Woodyard (vickiwoodyard.com) "Again" Posted on January 30, 2017 by Vicki I woke up at 5 a.m. as I am wont to do. When the darkness rules. When anxiety pounces. I locate it in my chest, the place where heartburn happens. Where anxiety seethes. For the fifty billionth time I surrender. I know the time is right. The time is always right. I have not been abandoned by God. I have not gone unloved by God. I have not understood God because understanding is the booby prize. God is stronger than the darkness within and without. The ego is not so sure about that. The ego claims ownership of my life. It knows how to protect me from God and His Plan. I listen to it and withdraw back into the darkness. But wait! I can surrender as many times as I need to. So I tell the ego to shut the f__k up. Sorry, but strong language is needed. Silence. For a moment. And then the damned ego reasserts itself. But now I see that this is the pattern of the opposites. I must now rise above them. The gutter no longer appeals. I surrender. Again | |||
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