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Keep Practicing


At home.
In your studio.
In your car.
In the argument.

Keep Practicing.

In your mind.
In your heart.
In the grocery store line.

Keep Practicing.

In yourself.
No matter where you find you.

Keep practicing.



Lkt
 ©2008

Steadiness practice
Lkt  ©2009

We are all in the movement of Universal Flow.  To believe that things can be great and stay that way is like wishing it would never rain.  It may be true that the sky is blue, but eventually the lushness of life is drained and there we are praying for sweet rain, in any form, to fill us up again.

This is the same for steadiness and chaos.  We can learn to enjoy both, as long as we see the benefit, and equal drawback, to both.  We are given the greatest of gifts, right here, in this matter/time/space existence…her name is Nature.

If you observe, everything in Nature is in a constant rise and fall, balance and counter-balance, a sumptuous ebb and flow.  This is our map.  We are not meant to be fixed.  That longing for things to stay the same is an “other than natural” phenomena of the ego mind.

The ego mind plays opposite of the divine mind.  And there they dance.  The ego mind (sem) is filled with endless noise, ideas, projections, doubts, manipulations, regrets, desires, longing.  All of which are necessary for growth and understanding of the self.  The proverbial growing pains in life.  The Steadiness (rikpa) is the centered, quiet, here and now, seamless breath of Divine awareness, expansive, juicy.  The proverbial take a break and “be” place.

 Where we are at any given time, in either sem or rikpa, is ultimately a choice, although it doesn’t seem that way in the midst of a really bad experience or day. This is why meditation is so key.   When things really go South, a matured meditation or chanting practice provides the foundation need to get back to balance.



Poem #47


I never realized

My…... trite-ness

My ever clear presence of Mind

Dwelling, on a shoe.

or a shirt.

 

In my grief I am standing

beside myself

Holding the thick hand of Sorrow

Realizing.

The Unimportance of this shirt.

Lkt
 ©2001



So what about the union of opposites?

 

How do we use our yoga practice to begin to bind together the seemingly opposite experiences of our lives and our characters?

 

I believe it begins with acceptance.  Moving beyond old patterns that would have us

amputate the uncomfortable and welcome only what we think is good, whole, perfect……

Or at the very least, Tidy.

 

Can we really look inside and find the good in our suffering?  How could one’s need to help others ever be a bad thing? It could be……if we take away the lessons from those who need them in order to save them from suffering.  Is that service?  Hmmmmm…….

And what about the bad stuff?  Can that worn argument really have a benefit when both parties are left feeling irritated and empty?  It could be…….if we take the time to consider what really caused the reaction in the first place, what new ways did we learn to place our boundaries, what new thing do we now know about one another?

 

One of my favorite passages in the Tao Te Ching goes something like this…..

(Sorry Lau Tzu….this will not be exact)

 

 

In order to be productive

We must first learn to be lazy

In order to be quiet

We must first learn to be loud

In order to be generous

We must first learn to be greedy

 

An object can not be fully learned

without understanding its opposite.

 

 

So…… embrace the good and the bad, they are both of equal value, holding sparkling gifts, and a bounty of knowledge to know yourself fully.

lkt
 ©2005


Poem #32


I will do it.

 

Lop off your head.

 

 

 

Not for spite

 

 

Or glory

 

 

 

Or justice

 

Just because


I am made to take you there.

Lkt
 ©2006

The Daisy

 

 

 

Without spectators

the daisy is still

a daisy.

 

It does not relax

again and turn into a

blade of grass.

 

Or become a bird.

 

It is itself.

 

Dreaming Its dream.

 

 

lkt

© 2006

 

On God's Table

lkt

©4/18/04

 

I come to realize now

            that I was born

a spoon.  A thing that serves.

 

It’s not something you

think about really.

 

God wanted a spoon and

there you go.

 

These things in life have

changed me now.  I have

been tumbled, twisted,

chipped, abandoned.

 

At some point in my

battered-ness I began

to turn, shield, expose,

wait.  I let it all hone

me.  Sharpen me.

 

Until one morning I

made my coffee.  And I

realized.

 

“I am a knife.”

 

I woke up cunning.

watchful, manipulative.

 

All just under the skin.

It was….

comfortable and

unpleasant.

“I have new edges.”

New Boundaries.

New habits.

New thoughts.

 

A knife in spoon’s clothing.

 

For a time it suited me.

I played at blending

my spoonish-ness with my

Knifey-ness.

Until I realized I longed

to be a spoon again.

 

So I turn, shield, expose,

wait.  Until life and I

return me to that soft

curving shape.

Stronger now.

Less bendable.

 

Forever to carry with me

the knowledge

of

 

the knife.

 

 

 

Poem 67

 

You cannot do it

You cannot change a caterpillar into a butterfly

Who knows the magic of that glorious soup?

Who can say better the name of God like the first breath of a newborn?

 

We can do nothing, really.

Save breathe and watch the chaos of our minds ebb and flow

At times even That is too much

 

 

So let us, instead, inspire, through our own way.

 

Live authentically.

 

Unabashed.

 

Brilliant.

 

Then that sweet light will become a beacon,

For all mankind to use.

 

 

lkt

© 2010

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