Self-Inquiry

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Inquiring into the Nature of my being
and the nature of “God”.
One single thing.

I wake to the sounds of the dog
Scratching at the bars of his cage.

For a moment
I lie in darkness
Tiny lights flicker from a statue.
So I can see.

What time is it?
I always wonder
Feeling better if I’ve slept
A full night.

No, it’s three in the morning.

Before I get out of bed
I slink back into myself
Like a turtle back into his shell.

Thoughts flood my mind
Like the moonlight
On a dark starless night.

I’m everything.
The words come from a place
Deep inside of me.

I’m Oprah, Obama,
Dr King,
Daishiki,
Even Trump.
These thoughts lay gently within me.

Into the arena of Inquiry
I ascend.

A search for the truth
As it appears to me,
Raw and naked
Open and unashamed.

This life is one single thing,
Expressed as everything.

The left and the right of my brain merge into a whole.
I see God at work in everything.

I open my eyes
Wake from the hypnosis and conditioning
Let the dog out of his cage.

We step into the crisp morning air
So we both can feel a sense of relief.

Self Aware

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SELF AWARE

I’m not this body
These thoughts
This skin.

I’m not what you call me
Or think of me.

I’m not your property
Do not belong to the State.

Then who am
I
What
Am
I?

I am.
I observe.

Like watching a movie on the screen.
For a moment,
I’m enthralled,
Think I am the actor
Experiencing the scene.

When the movie is over
I’m thinking
About the characters.
I really did like that movie.

I know it was just a character
Not me.

Then who am I?
Lost without a fixed state.

I would be nothing
Without this body, money
This car or home.

Homeless without a room.
Leaves me feeling empty and all alone
Fear takes over
I cannot tolerate this feeling.

I run and hide,
Escape into alcohol, drugs, sex,
Anything to elevate this feeling
Like I am about die.

I can choose to ride this wave.
Hold onto the moment.
Ground myself in the tingling in my toes.

Soon the wave subsides.
I’m a little closer to
Letting go
Of this attachment
To the body and old.

Evolve Your Ideas About Gender

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Evolve your ideas about gender and the roles we play.

In 2018 we Women have evolved in our skill set.
We are intelligent, creative and compassionate.

Skills needed in the new world.

No longer do we neeed brute strength,

The world is a pretty safe place.

The idea that men are better able to lead is no longer the norm.

On the New Earth,

Soft Power is what we need.

Ideas about compassion, harmony and interconnectedness are a woman’s Superpower.

A Spiritual Transformation

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HOW TO EVOLVE YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO GOD

We are an extension of the source.

A force that aligns with!

A part of the Human Family

An unbroken chain.

Since time beginning

An invisible force

Molecules hover across ,

A vortex

Pulling intentions

In it’s wake.

Awake to your wonderous life!

Creating,

Dancing

Dreaming

Of a New World

Spinning on an invisible axis

Believe in the Magic of

Your Life.

Winter in Kentucky

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Tucked safely away behind the walls that shield my body from the cold,
Cuddled up in my favorite chair.
I gaze outside my window.
To see a player on the stage.
Playing a role.
Lost in the script.
Like a bad actor who has forgotten his lines.
So he improvises.
Pulling from the forgotten past.
That he can’t seem to remedy himself from.
A glorious past he remembers.
Not too glamorous for some.
The days of old sting like a whip.
Leaving red lashes across my back.
Arms aching from being stretched beyond capacity.
A glorious reign of power he dreams.
Of might and violence.
Far removed from reality.
This white horse gallops across the stage
Trampling its hooves onto the backs of men and women,
Children alike who have forgotten how to stand erect.
Too long heads bowed,
Shoulders bent from carrying the weight of this white horse.
I beckon you to retreat.
Into the safety of a world.
That which I have written into existence.
That looms over the frigid air of the day.

A New Year of Joy and Happiness

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Mindfulness Journal

Joy and Happiness for the New Year1 (8)

2017 passed away as time and so the ways of old…
Of suffering; of worry and doubt.

Cast onto the vast ocean of life.
Drifting into the horizon.

There,
If one would need more of the same.

Thus a new beginning.
A time to reflect,

As a way of passing and moving into a New Year of promise and happiness.
Where each and every one has their dreams fulfilled.

A state of mind that acknowledges the 3,000 realms of existence.
Filled with the knowledge I have amassed in a lifetime.

That unravel into a narrative that explains how we are like a tiny universe onto ourself filled with the substance of our dreams.

Like living in a bubble which makes more tiny bubbles that follow our wake, that suddenly burst right in front of our eyes.

Sprinkling tiny soap suds on our faces, across our lips,
We giggle like a child with the sheer joy and happiness of the moment:

We are in the vortex of happiness, wanting to stretch it to eternity.
Because in that moment, it contains all of eternity.

All you have known and experienced, what you are experiencing and the cause you are making for your future.

Be it of absolute Joy & Happiness
Happy New Year

Mindfulness as a Practice

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Writing as a Practice of Mindfulness

A sort of remembering of a past experience.
This time with detached emotions,
Through the lens of an adult who stepped back into the past to recover a memory that had shaped her life.

It was-like browsing through a picture album of the mind seeing a distorted image of a life lived; from on top of the mountain; into the deepest valley, only to return to the same spot from which I had begun.

Holding onto that image of a little girl sitting all alone, with the innocence of a new born.
Caused undue stress and strain on the body. Now fifty years later has taken hold.

Fifty years ago Pamala sat and tried to make sense of what she was experiencing.
Words eluded her.

She only had a feeing that she could accurately describes,
Which etched itself onto the soft confines of her mind;
It was a seed planted in fertile ground.

As the seed took hold and began to grow;
Unaware Pamala feed it fear, loneliness and unworthiness,

Experience proved her right.
As she continued to hold onto this image like a covering for her loneliness.

She tried to comfort herself.
Only her tiny arms could not fully embrace her whole self.

She was left feeling empty.
Never would her belly be full.
She never knew that she was always whole and complete.

Feeling empty was a falsehood that she told herself and was determined to make real.

So began the process of creating a life
Experience shaped her mind; fear filled her heart.
Her soul continued to search for a resting place.
A quiet spot to call her own.

Glimpses of a life would appear
Only to be covered over with the Karma she created each time she told herself thelie.

The lie shrouded her truth.
The ache in her heart grew stronger pounding her head until the mind shut down and went into hibernation.

Down a deep dark cavern she sunk.
With no light Pamala wandered for many years trying to find a way out.

Shrouded in darkness forced me to look within for a source of light.

Building a Thriving Community

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We have kissed the feet of Angels.

walked the dark pathway to the Heavens.

sat with the babies!

nursed the sick.

tended to those who have lost their way.

we have stood on the top of the heap!

looking down at the destruction.

saw bodies lying in the streets,

pools of blood collecting at their feet.

i sat looking deeply in a mirror reflection.

at an image that no longer resembles the heart.

a reflection dark and decaying

from a slow death.

i watch as ashes fall to the ground

nourishing the earth.

into fertile ground

that nourishes the soul.

which has taken root.

begins to push through the soil

into bright sunlight.

reaching,

she lives.

her life gives life.

her energy restores,

her community

thrives and flourishes.

her voice heals.

her presence encourages

others in the midst

of theses challenging times.