Flow

'What you seek is seeking you.'
Rumi


It is very easy to get caught up in the distractions of life, where one loses themselves to the routine, chores and responsibilities. But staying aligned with your true desires and maintaining that personal focus takes work and commitment. One can easily forget that we are both a mind, a body and a spirit and each needs individual nourishment and attention to function as a happy whole.

Life flow

Back and forth;
Chasing the minutes,
Tripping over ourselves in a hedge to
catch up -
Catch up to where?

Losing ourselves -
To other selves;
Forgetting who we are, and
Betraying who we want to be.

Distracted by bright lights -
And noise - chaos from all
angles,
At every level.

Step away! Step away softly -
Retreat, retrace your steps;
And whisper that promise,
That only you are meant to hear...

LB

Essence

Nowhere to go but the heart...
(rumi)

I wrote the following poem for a friend who recently lost a close family member.

Essence

My heart swells with every
thought of your absence -
Interwoven, streaks of gold;
Dancing aflame, a candle light
flicker,
Every moment, a memory that carries,
That swell -
Like the waves of the ocean,
Inching, claiming more of the beach.
Their ambition insistent,
And you, and me, and all.
This unspoken connection,
of commonality.
Moving our limbs through the
current of life,
Until the last breath;
And we remember flying for the first time!

LB

Stillness

I have been focussing a lot on stillness this month, learning to centre the body and calm the mind. Just a subtle awareness on this topic is enough to create gentle changes in the way you go about your life. I find myself responding to situations, instead of reacting emotionally! This conserves massive amounts of energy, and I am conscious of how I utilise my energy stores. Having a vitality to your energy gives you a spring in your step and a desire to channel your energy in a positive, possibly creative way! Draining your resources through negativity becomes a less desirable option. I find reading a little of Rumi everyday, five mins meditation, laughing with friends and a gentle focus on the joyful things in life is a recipe for positive change.

Someone with a clear and empty heart
mirrors images of the Invisible.
He becomes intuitive and certain
of our innermost thought,
because "the faithful are a mirror for the faithful."
(Rumi)


To Be

Halt! In thy doing;
For thus you sacrifice the knowing,
Be still;
And seek intrigue.
Be hypnotised with the rain;
Let the raindrops soothe your being,
And bring you back to wakefulness.
For here you are free;
With such latitude,
The rose disperses its thorns.
In the full vulnerability of its ethereal
state,
And we are all such celestial beings-
Throw away the disguise,
And just so-

LB

Breath

Failing;
is not falling down,
it is staying down.
(anon)

Don't let this breed hate (tarley)

I want this to stop (anon)

One solution : evolution (anon)

The quotes above were written on the boarded up windows of the Debenhams in Clapham Junction, (London) after the rioting and looting of the last few weeks. Most of the messages were of love, but some were also of anger and hate. It saddened me to watch the young people (our children) destroy and pillage their own community. But through these events, we were awakened to the desperation and hopelessness that some of these young people feel. Out of these tragic events, a sense of community was born, whereby people came together in love and support to clean up their towns.

Russell Brand wrote a poignant and candid article (The Guardian, Aug 11) exploring the reasons why these young people would destroy their own community and his words came from a time in his own personal experience, as a teenager when he too felt a sense of hopelessness and frustration. He finished the article with the following message: 'If we want to live in a society where people feel included, we must include them, where they feel represented, we must represent them and where they feel love and compassion for their communities then we, the members of that community, must find love and compassion for them.'

And that brings me to my next point: Neal Donald Walsh talks about 'touch'. He says that we touch around 120,000 people in our lifetime, through every single person we encounter, from our family, friends, colleagues to the local tramp we give money to, or the shop assistant we see daily at our local shop. This gives us an opportunity day by day, moment to moment whether those encounters are inspiring, uplifting and positive or not?!

People want to be seen. By looking directly into their eyes you are saying 'I see the wonder and magnificence that is you.' Eyes are the windows to the soul.

Smile at people. It says I agree with what I am seeing.

Touch. Make a connection - recreate the connection between you and all of life.

This makes a difference to the people you encounter every day and creates a flowering, permission for people to be themselves. Being is doing!


Breath

Amongst a time of overwhelming,
despair and outrage -
A flowering must come;
Fragility and beauty revealing,
the wisdom within.
A whisper of its promise,
The gentlest of breath;
And breath unites us in our
humanity,
We are -
but one breath.

LB






The following poem was inspired by riots

Depth

 'Nothing is as beautiful as your heart's surrender and the radiant offering of your devotion. Your love opens my heart endlessly, even when I would otherwise forget love's depth.'
(David Deida)

Love means different things to different people. But usually it is an emotion given in part, alongside a set of conditions or expectations. True love is meant to be unconditional, but it takes a very brave and courageous person to put themselves out there, without barriers or guards. But unless you are prepared to fully give yourself, to the expansiveness of love; you will never achieve it's true depth and will always feel a sense of frustration and unfulfilment. Loving unconditionally is not a normal state, but a natural one. We become so accustomed to living within the perimeters of fear, that we forget the incredible sweetness and expansion one feels when you step away and freefall into the abyss of bliss.

Describe it to me!

Describe it to me!
It is the butterflies in my tummy, when you walk in the door.
It is the assurances you give, when you're not even sure.
It is the touch I reach out for, without being aware.
It is the nearness I feel, when you're not even there.
It is the stab in my heart, when I contemplate its loss.
It is the compliments that sing out, that are never forgot.
It is the way that you say aloud my name, with such care.
It is the greatness you see, that I'm longing to bear.
It is the gravity that exerts, it's pull on our cells.
It is the yearning of the soul, to be completely fulfilled.
It is the mass of the water, flowing across seabeds and rocks.
It is the playful ripples on the surface, circles from shocks.
It is the vibrational hum, the connectivity of all.
It is the warmth and the fuzziness, that makes me freefall.
It is the seasons, the tides and the cycles of the moon.
It is both pain and immense joy, that flips over so soon.
It is a knowingness, a faith, an energy that lives on.
An eternity of feeling, even when we're both gone.

LB

Time

 'Time is a sequence of happenings'

Without time, there would be no order to our life and everything in our life would happen simultaneously in a blink of an eye. And that would make our time on Earth very brief indeed! So time is a concept of the mind which spaces out the events or milestones in our life, so that each journey of growth can evolve naturally and progressively. When every personal milestone is reached 'at the right time' we have a sense of unity, a fitting in with the status quo. But if we are late to finish education, get married or have a baby (supposing that this be your personal choice to do these things!) then we can feel that we are failing in some way.

I have never been so aware of time as I am now! When a majority of friends and acquaintances are meeting their partners and getting married and those people are starting families, one is aware of certain milestones in life and those social pressures that come along with it. As a wife and mother, it can become a lot harder to realise and focus on achieving personal goals and dreams. There are other people to think about and usually they come first. But our goals, hopes and dreams are always there waiting to be realised, regardless of our responsibilities.


It's a Serious Word

When all is said and done -
How will you think of me?
Each and every moment,
A sequence of my life in time.

How will it be judged?
I have done what I have done.
Why, my memories;
They are like puddles in the rain,
Sometimes as clear as a photograph,
And other times hazy! Like peering through wet glass.
I fill in the gaps.

Ask me about my emotions.
I remember those intricately,
But I suppose you have no need for those!
They are like clouds passing through my sunshine.
We have to be reminded - that they always pass.

Am I just a cloud myself?
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Everything an illusion;
Along with my puddle of memories,
A mirror, in the looking glass.
Time -
It's a serious word
With weighty expectation.
Time...

LB

Faith

Much has changed in me since my last post. I have reflected on a lot of things in my life and taken steps to change those things that are no longer helpful to me. As a result of this; relationships have been strengthened, other relationships have fallen to the side and naturally gone their own way. My work has expanded into new areas, my health, fitness and motivation has improved and most importantly I have gained perspective, set some goals and become inspired to work on my positivity. Whilst doing all this I have travelled to two countries and been inspired to be better in lots of different ways. The following poem is about faith and being able to let go of those things that no longer serve your purpose. Remember that when something leaves your life, something else always moves into that space!

Let it Be

Let it fall-
As sand seeps quietly through
the fingertips,
I cling fast;
Yet quicker still it grabs it's freedom.

Let the sun set-
For I cannot desire it's light,
It will shine yet another day;
But for now it rests above a
quilt of cloud.
It's secret kingdom.

Let the moon hide-
It's silver only tarnishes my
hopes,
Better to not bear witness to
it's metallic hue;
For melancholy thrives in greys
of shade.

Let me be-
For stillness speaks,
And this voice will carry me past
these troubled waters;
Moulded from faith,
All is well,
And this is - but a dream.

LB