AWE
Can you allow the rain?
Can you let the sun shine?
Can you surrender to the flowers fading?
Can you watch the wind?
Can you allow thirst?
Can you let hands warm?
Can you surrender to skin flaking off?
Can you watch a sigh?
All the same. A masterful plan mirrors everywhere.
Can you allow tears?
Can you let anger rise?
Can you surrender to loss?
Can you watch longing?
What is their name?
Water, Fire, Earth, Wind in Space create ripples and sensations.
Observe them. Inside and out.
All there is: Awareness to Witness and Experience.
AWE
Debra Joy Eklove © 2005
PEACE – A LABOUR OF LOVE
Peace isn’t necessarily pretty. It may not be nice.
For Peace needs commitments to change,
From envy and hate
From fear and distrust.
From seeing life one way.
Change is a price of Peace.
Peace is a process
To do what we must
To make our home a place we all want to
Be.
A place of Peace for you and me.
If you think peace is pretty, remember
Our stage, that peace needs to be birthed and to have birthdays..
Birth is labour, sweat, blood and grunting,
pushing to open the girth of holdings
And tightness through
Passages new.
Birth is opening more than you ever thought you could,
Making space for another to pass through.
Birth is wiggling and squishing from known to not known,
A new way of breathing – from water to air.
Birth is hard work; it’s a thing we all did to be here, to make Peace.
Listen with your heart. Open your Body and Mind. Expand your Soul.
Midwife new Births.
Peace for us all.
Debra Joy Eklove
2002
Reflections on Retreat
Who am I? What’s going on?
How did I ever get here?
Where is the fire, the wick, the wax?
When am I going to go and relax?
Hollow part’s the key, I’m told.
Empty is where it’s at.
Mind and Body one, they say.
It’s really quite a trap.
Nothing happens to jar us here,
All geared for the peaceful quiet pace.
But Mind is pulling out all stops and is excruciating to face.
“Anger, sadness, fear and joy
Watch them on the screen.
Painful joints, and headaches too.”
I just want to scream.
“Dramas, conflicts, craving food,” they confide,
“Mere avoidance of the inner show.
You’re acting out the games inside.
Stillness IS the way to go.”
What’s the sense in seeing this? If sense is what I seek.
“Sit some more, and silence please. Try it for a week.”
Emptying out this memory,
That fear, this storyline…
Aho, to see the Wisdom Space,
There really isn’t Time….
In this strenuous journey there is NoWhere to go, No Thing to say.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, all does fall away.
As inside’s gone and insights grow,
Pain and pleasure have how to flow.
So, I’m the fire,
Body’s wick and Karma is the wax.
Burning Bright to Light the way.
This is where it’s at.
And Life is an amazing place opening cages held inside,
Seeing what’s here, letting go and just observing all the vibes.
Trusting the process that unfolds with curious attention
And offer others, “Join me here – it’s a Glorious dimension.”
Feb 9, 2004
Debra Joy Eklove