Day 6 Mindfulness Journal

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Day 6
Mindfulness Journal
At Home in Nature

A retreat into the vast inner realm of life.
There you’ll find an ocean of possibilities.
An acre of Greenland stretching out in front of you.

In the air a breeze of jasmine.
Sounds prick your earlobes with a sweet lullaby.

You go in a little deeper.
As if passing through the doorway cleanses your heart.

To its’ purest form.
You are like a baby,
Alive to everything around you.

A calm settles over you
Like a warm and soft blanket.
That blocks out the darkness
That you have carried for a lifetime.

Such a sweet release.

Your body a little lighter.
Each step a careful maneuver
Onto the soft wet grass.
Small strands tickle your toes.

You are at Home.
A slight wink from the sun
Opens your heart.

Filling you completely.
Joy seep out of your pores
As a profuse sweat.

Light surrounds you
You are loved and protected
In the arms of Mother Nature.

Day 2 Mindfulness Journal

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Day 2
Journey into Mindfulness                                                                                                           A Different Perspective of Fear!

Fear, the immobilizer
Grips the Mind.
Floods the senses with panic.

Your heart races,
The Mind
Imagines
All manners of harm.

You have lost all control.

We humans
With an ancestry DNA
Feel the fear
Of long ago.

Which has been passed down
Through your genes.

Like a monkey
Trapped in a corner
He senses danger
When the
Lion is out on the prowl..

Mindfully looking at fear
With a different perspective
Brings a mindful response.

There is nothing good or bad
But thinking
Makes is so…

Day 1 Mindfulness Journal

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Journey Into Mindfulness
A Daily Practice
In Poetry and Prose

Let go of the stress
Live in the moment.
Bring your awareness
To the sounds.

Focus on the hear and now.
Rather pain or pleasure
Go into the now.

Bring a loving awareness,
Do not run away
Or medicate.
Feel in.
Watch it
Like staring into the clouds.

Observe from a distance
See, hear, feel.
Awash in your senses
Makes you truly alive.

As the storm subside.
Make sense of what you’ve experienced,
With clarity and wisdom.

Learn to live in the pain
Rather that focus
On it all of the time.

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.

The Soil Beneath Your Feet

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This is the Time
To reconnect to the food you eat
The very source of life.
The substance that sustains
Your well being.
Let us reconnect to the soil,
Put our fingers in the dirt.
Feel the ground below our feet.
The air on our cheeks.
Let the wind rustle in the trees.
Blow leaves
That fall to the ground.
Remember the source,
From which you came.
Crawling on four,
Then your two feet.
It is time to honor
The earth.
Everything
Comes from the soil.
The green leaves
That nourishes your soul.

Black Panther Nation

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From the lands across the sea,

To the bottom of the ocean floor.

Dwells the spirit of an African nation.

Held down,

By forces of Empire-building.

Living on the earth has made her strong.

Her inner light shines in the morning sun,

Like gold mined from the cavern of the Soul.

A presence resonates in her heart.

On her tongues, spewing from her pores.

She has reclaimed the lost spirit of an African nation

Blood mixed with all manner of people,

Bubbles to the surface,

Sizzles on an open flame

                      Burning for over two thousand years

Spent poison has been released

Like a covering over the earth

Shields life from the cold harsh climate of winter

Black Panther Nation is on the prowl

Coming out from the mountains and low lands

Finds a piece of earth

Settles in for the night

Awaits the morning

For its earthly forage.

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.