Risky Business Indeed

There is a place between fear and excitement
It exists within each of us, Thank goodness it does.
Reverence and vitality frolic in our hearts in the face of risk.
Standing on the edge of a cliff peering down into the ocean, our pulse races
Adrenalin bubbles like a pot left unattended on the fire
In gambling with the fleeting nature of our humanity
we are possibly never more in touch with it.
'Taking chances', or 'rolling the dice' if you prefer, a delicious game.
Preposterous to propose that the salmon has any other choice but to surrender to and instinct
And trust the currents.
Similarly, where is the boundary of our influence on the environment? Does it matter?
Through our victories, we often boast a mastery of chance,
When we lose, it is common to accuse the universe of injustice, even cruelty.
When we purse our lips in pursuit of a first kiss, we risk rejection. Terrifying!
If we could remove the terror,
I tend to believe that we would then dilute the nectar of that delicious kiss.
Love, the riskiest endeavour of all.
When the fear, nervousness and anxiety are neutralized..
Does that not allow for a far more dangerous result; complacency, indifference.
A warrior's heart invites death to his table, before the aforementioned evils.
Oppose the gamble if you wish,
but know that there is an unmistakable union between risk and reward.
Our souls rely on our Defeats as much as our Victories to define us.
So please, take a chance.

Naked confession

Judgement and opinion whip across the plains of humanity like a cold wind,
We drape ourselves in many robes of misdirection and illusion in defense of being ridiculed or even exiled.
You entered my life and were charmed by these cloaks of experience, and offered love
I have betrayed us both through my insecurity and fear.
My costume of stories I have told myself, and others for years has imprisoned me.
Too long has it been since I have felt the warmth of my own skin.
Not to mention the guilt and regret I feel around not having the courage to allow our respective truths couple with one another.
Perhaps, I cannot revive the love we shared.
Like weeds in a garden, that flower was most certainly choked out long ago.
What I can do however is disrobe.
Return to the nakedness of my youth,
Truth; the only thing I allow to touch my skin evermore,
Let vindication come in the form of a kiss of forgiveness.
I now know that acceptance is the only foundation on which to build a home for my heart, my dreams, my future.
These things I hope for you as well.
If one day you can forgive my fear, perhaps friendship can blossom.
Until then, I lay my body under the Sun
Every breath that fills my lungs under its warmth is born of gratitude.

Things Unseen

Many is the time I have cursed my own sight for its revelations
but what of things unseen?
How much sweeter is the blind kiss, the music without need of a musician?
Indeed, the deepest, strongest most beautiful part of any of us cannot be seen.
The visible, the material often betrays us into assumption.
our instincts the loyal companion,
one would hope.
Some say love can be seen in every single thing...perhaps
if you look soft enough.
Of the things I have not seen; I pray my gaze to find its twin..
Then, and only then may I view my destiny where it always awaited me
within the eyes of my love.

The Happiest Sorrows

At times our flesh adorned with scars that could signify being to hell and back.

a meager toll to feel an instant of true love surge through our very existance.

For every potent tear that cascades down a trembling cheek

may ten thousand kisses fall upon the lips of a lover.

The dichotomy that defines us or tortures us.

Make no mistake this is a choice.

I refuse to allow any pain to distract me from the certainty of joy and the permanence of love.
Each time we open our eyes to a new day, a chance to honour our pain, acknowledge the suffering...
but to decide to create, to embrace choice....to understand that the best reason to survive
is to thrive.

The Wisdom of the Heart.

A student of life;
always wanting to be better, more intelligent.
In many ways... my truth, my love, my joy I allowed all of these to be buried
leagues beneath a mountain of ideas and concepts deemed worthy by another.
Lessons from my heart resonate.
My values and dreams reside there.
A wiser man I may not be for choosing to follow my heart..
but
I am a joyful human, grateful for the opportunity of life

A wonderful teaching III- Internal Fire

There is an elemental stereotype which I believe to be quite unjust.
Throughout history fire has often conjured a fear response  from within the hearts of men and women,
an unfair characterization.
Hephaestus; God of fire, the only God to appear ugly and lame, despite his staggering power.
I believe that as compassionate and intuitive beings we ought to aspire to overcome this fear and progress into a place of respect where fire is concerned.
Fire is beautiful, powerful and magical.
As with most things, the primary reason for the existence of fear is msiunderstanding or indifference.
The Sun's essence is Fire.
This magnificent celestial body provides light and warmth for every living creature on our planet,
further supporting the need to cast off fear of this miraculous element and move into a place of respect and gratitude.
Similarly, every soul has a flame within them burning continuously.
The fires of passion illuminate the darkest corners of our being, banishing our fears if we are only willing.
Love, never equated with cold but warmth, can feed that furnace deep within us all.
Indeed, surrendering to an authentic kiss can cause a joyous inferno.
The warmth of this fire not only empowering us, but those outside ourselves.
  All we require is some understanding and respect.
The only thing we risk burning are antiquated notions of self and some manipulative fairy tails of misplaced danger about this elemental beauty.
Potential is limitless within the embrace of freedom and knowledge.
From this place we are able to rise up like the Phoenix, excited about a new existence,
one grounded in truth and understanding.

A wonderful teaching - II

Powerful cyclones of breath are conceived within my lungs.
These organic winds are not destructive,
but rather life giving, nurturing my soul and empowering my physical body.
Precious energy radiates to the most remote regions of my body
with every inhalation.
My memories, dreams and sorrows all surrender to the cool healing internal breeze.
Calm and quite, a rejuvenating rhythm finds its own  existance next to my heart.

All my brothers and sisters surround and support me, and I them.
As my breath becomes serene so to does mind
Often behaving as a young child, willful and mischievious in need of discipline and love equally.
Placid thoughts
they both exist because of my breath and collaborate with it.
My consciousness enlightened through the gift of air
begins to realize that a lifetime can transpire between two breaths
Within this community of souls that choose to honour mind, body and soul
Breath is the offering we extend to ourselves
Our bodies reward us through through a higher state of awareness
and the windows of our hearts opened wide now to let a greater amount love in.
My community of Yogis; a family of believers that love one another.
This belief is in ourselves as well as the livng things around us.