Frames of Reference

What are the guiding forces of my life

Those that allow me to bow to the infinity of blessings

Often unseen but known

Each day life is a song

Not for the small me but for the me that holds infinity inside

Without this deep sense of awe, reverence, gratitude, and love for all that moves

Life was just a humdrum from one sense pleasure after another

Fulfilling for a moment until the next craving made its home

The relentless movement of the mind separated from the soul

Always the mind in a wanting state

Living in a state of deficiency

Weak and shivering

Often with self-loathing and darkness

Looking for a light not many hold

Never at rest in the stillness inside

Missing moment after moment of just being in this body, the temple of my experiences, living, breathing, receiving, giving, flowing into the vast expanse of the timeless now.

The prayer to see the light was the guiding force

If there is no persistent search for the spirit inside

No taming and purification of the wild impulses of the mind

There are no tools in the master's basket for freedom to take root

Freedom is the antidote to suffering

It does not come through packaged religion, where one size fits all

And misses the breath and the body where it all begins.

The body is no different than the mind

Sit quietly and hear its whispers

See its impulses and frenzies, its aches and pain

All beacons of messages often unseen

The eternal home present in this very moment through the discipline of love

The breath tames the body

Taming the body tames the mind

Taming the mind tames the body

After all, what else are we meant to do if not to find a home inside?

Eternal , free, still and sublime in essence