Living in Peace

New Year's Eve Party

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 11:47:00 +0000

My better half had said goodnight
An hour or two before midnight
So I was left to party on my own.
So, putting everything aside
I seized the chance to take a ride
And see who I would meet this time
~ Inside.

Greeting me in that crowded room
Was my old friend Joy.
She wafted over in a shiny dress,
It was made of fabric: Lightness;
A colour I can’t seem to put a name on
And as she made her presence felt
Without a word
She ushered in old mates of mine,
The Harmonizing Musos.

Now I’ve been listening to this band
For quite some time I reckon
Can never get too much of their playing
They never start and never cease
Their music gives me such release
From every kind of attitude of mind.
~ They bring me peace!

Now this party was just settling down
Joy was bringing the wine around
And I felt I’d already had a fill.
My lover pushed me on a swing
When someone let the Bogans in:
Gate-crashers of an ordinary kind
Disturbances that tend a worried mind.

A little disappointed, I
Remembered my teacher’s battle cry:
“Win the war, the battle’s not to fret.
You’re going to be a warrior ever yet!”
~ They kept their distance.

So, moving back onto the swing
I get a little inkling,
Like Mira,
That my lover’s pushing me
And I’m a child again.

Then, on that New Year’s Eve, it was eleven-fifty-four.
I remembered the dog.
It was time to comfort him
While the pounding of the fireworks rolled over the hills from town:
My turn to play the comforter.

Teacher

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 10:02:00 +0000

My teacher is like the blind man’s white cane
Enabling me to walk where darkness would not allow
No, my teacher is the cane

My teacher is the solid rock on which I walk
The firm path under my feet

My teacher gives me Knowledge
Every time I’m ready to receive.
He obliterates the barriers
By showing what light really looks and feels like.

I’m at home with my self again.

Inner Light ~ Appreciation ~ Gratitude

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 05:41:00 +0000

Light without colour
Shines without a beam
Warms without heat.
Brightness without glare
Darkness without fear
Patterns, tapestries and landscapes
Neither created nor destroyed…

Explanations end while feeling takes over.

Good Morning

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 04:23:00 +0000

When light becomes sound
And sound turns to music;
Music merges into the air I breathe
And becomes love…
Then, I’m content
And ready for breakfast!

For Today

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 11:46:00 +0000

My spaceship has no walls; no windows.
I used to call it “Breath”.
Was that a put-down?
Or is “spaceship”?

Old Lao called it Tao
But only when the gatekeeper insisted
That he write after a lifetime of teaching.

So, just for today,
I’m calling this My Spaceship.

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GLIMPSES @17years

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 10:21:00 +0000

I

I have wondered at the meaning of it all
And think to have an answer
But, as I walk through God’s unspoiled garden
I hear him say that “purpose”
Is but a human misconception.

II

You drank your morning coffee,
Caught the bus and were once again
A solute in solution
Of grey suits, white envelopes
And meaningless daily chatter.

He wanders sometimes from his place,
Among the night’s distant stars;
But, feeling the enormity of his question
Guesses at lunar insensitivity,
And shrinks back to the unfinished beer.
His thickened walls, once portable,
Have become a part of him.

She has arrived at last at the crossroads.
Will she stop and survey the map?
There will be time to decide, she thinks,
Time to turn back the hard-earned pages
And review her past for the future.

Time?
Time for one who can’t sit still
Unless sickness claims her body?

For is it really worth it in the end?
After the speeches, after the arguments;
Is it worth the worry, worth the sweat,
and the time
When we stand looking down our dusty road
To see the great battle neither won nor lost?

III

In a land of bright sunshine,
Of spring and summer all the time,
Lush green grass and paperwood trees
Snow white houses, ozone breeze
Somewhere

A human torch that will shine in the dark,
Guide and comfort, laugh and compare
And what is more, be always there
Somewhere
Somewho.

A time for peace
A time for love
A time for counsel from above,
Some time for you, some time for me,
I know that one day you will see
That now is important wherever you be…
Somewhere.

IV

Now I must believe what I have heard,
That darkness has no meaning in the dark
But in this must I add a final word:
In darkness light’s not wanted to disturb.

This will I do and be content
Just this:
If by me some beauty is created
Truth set free or worries lost…
If from your lips I raise a smile
Then, despite the darkness,
My life’s worthwhile.

Michael Taylor
Form 6 / Grade 12
1972

(I was tempted to edit this poem after rediscovering it recently, but decided to publish it just as it was written when I was sweet 17)

My Crown

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 11:32:00 +0000

I'm wearing my crown
Can you see it?
No, because it is my crown - you have your own.
Can you see and enjoy yours? I hope so:
It's made of the same jewels as mine I expect
Unclassified, uncut, mega-faceted...
I'm silly to try and describe my crown.

Forget your chakras,
My crown has no up nor down
No right side, inside, outside, upside down-ness
No colour, whiteness, dark or lightness
Its beauty comes from fullness of feeling:

I feel fulfilled as I merge into my crown now.

Forget your chakras!
Melt into that ocean within
Where even a moment can be appreciated
Like drops of pure water seeping from a mountain spring
One by one
To my thirsty mouth
Each one quenches
Yet the thirst is delicious too.

On crossing the bridge

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 01:22:00 +0000

How many times - today - have I crossed this bridge?
And have I really crossed over it lately?
Have I crossed to the gardens and the lake;
the fountain and the ancient trees?
Or have I just timidly ventured to the first few pylons,
felt the tremble of its engineering beneath the rushing load of traffic,
breifly surveyed the scene,
admired the view with panic in my heart
and retreated to the safety of the eastern shore?

I know the answer and it points to ye olde thirst again:
"I'm gonna be fulfilled before this day is done, starting now!"
Determined to cross to drink in the downpour of freshness on the other side
And then to dance back home, fulfilled, and ready to ask myself
"Now what can I do to celebrate and participate?"

*

This Here Now

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Sun, 17 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

This is it!
Not that or there
But This, Here.

Could This be a new name for the un-nameable?
Could Heaven really be Here Now?

There's no room for doubt in feeling
Only enjoyment.
Gratitude feels best:
It flows

What A Symphony (Under the Stars at Amaroo Queensland)

noreply@blogger.com (mikenette) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 23:48:00 +0000

I'm off to Brisbane to be with Prem for five days next week, so here is an extract from a recent talk he gave for you to enjoy...

Paradise Within

Every day is important. What will you do today? A lot of people like to sit down at the end of the day and say, “Let me figure out what I did today.” That’s a little too late.

You wake up in the morning and think, “What am I going to do?” Maybe there are ten thousand things you have to do, but remember one: today I’m going to be content, I’m going to be in peace, I’m going to be in joy. And then do whatever you have to do—all the chores you have, the sad things you may have to do, even the bad things you will have to put up with. But remember one thing: today, I’m going to be content.

You go through your journeys in life, and hopefully, you come out wiser—not lacking something, but with something. That’s what this life has to be, because this is your life. Life is not about saying to somebody, “Look what you did to me.”

You are the captain. This is your life. Enjoy every moment of it. It is incumbent upon you to facilitate that and never, ever—no matter what comes in your life—to forget it. You are unique. No one ever has or ever will be able to express the joy of this heart the way you do. Your hard times will pass, but the most important thing is your focus. When a person walks on a tightrope, through the entire journey from the beginning to the end, where is their focus? Are they thinking, “How much further do I have to go?” “How far have I been?” No. Their focus is on only one place: their balance. If their focus wavers, they will fall.

In our lives, we’re walking a tightrope, too. Each day that goes by will never come back. It’s gone. That makes some people sad. And some people say, “If that’s really true, then every day is important.” And it is. Every day is important.

Contentment has nothing to do with all those things that go on during the day. It really doesn’t. When clarity isn’t there and the focus isn’t straight, everything matters—even red lights. “Look at this, I’m getting every single red light. Not one single green one.” And when the clarity is there, it’s another moment to remember something important.

This life is not about red lights and green lights or the bad things that happen. Regardless of all the bad, if there are more things that are good in your life, then it is good. So, for you, is it good or is it bad? There is one thing that tips the balance, and that’s your clarity. If you are clear, then the sum of all the good things put together is better than the sum of all the bad things. And good it is.

A coconut floating in the ocean doesn’t say, “How come there are waves?” It uses what it has been given. So, let there be waves. Probably the coconut gets to a point where it says, “The bigger the waves, the better, because that means I’ll be thrown far inland.” Everything switches; everything turns around. This is how we are meant to be.

There is a paradise within. You don’t need to count all the problems. Just say, “There is all that, but in the middle of it all, there is something so beautiful, so real.” And the real is more real than the fake is fake. Reality is incredible.

Maharaji

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