TransFORMATION by ME (Bobi)

TransFORMATION by ME (Bobi)
Metamorphosis, Adaptation & Modernism ~ On being wrinkle free

Soaking It Up ~

Sometimes it's like doing the laundry... Life is. There are certain requirements to getting along in a society. I hardly ever do any ironing any more. I'm not wrinkle free and I like it this way. We can do our washing, and frequently bathe ourselves, but somehow these redundant efforts seem, for all practicality, redundant! This laundering, although effective and especially when one is consistent helps, but if and when we let things pile up sometimes the experience becomes one of difficulty. At times I feel a strange time constraint. That the space between point A and point B has somehow become scrunched ~ and it's gotten away from me. Dust bunnies I swear I love you too ~ Yet I know that time stands still and I relish in that placidity. It is in taking time to enjoy this sense of tranquility and contemplate "the wrinkle in time" that I get in touch with the fondness within that is currently growing and sometimes glowing so brightly I wish I had a personal dimmer switch. I could drown in my images and representations as I transfuse internally and watch from afar, like a clock worn on my body, and a sense of I AM of the realization that I become larger then the piles of laundry or dishes in the sink, unfulfilled dreams; or any judgements germinating. Whatever it is I am feeling, I like soaking it up ~ and I like sharing. I am bringing a crinkled abstraction in hopes that my arrangement of words clear a path. I admittedly keep a supply of thoughts on hand just in case, and language spins a web of intrigue that interconnects, accumulating for preservation or future use, I suspect...
Through the washing and the drying and the ironing, (Ok, sometimes I iron) and the eventual sense that I am sitting atop of the pile rather then underneath it all I take delight in putting this fractional, fragmented, spilling of words in blog format. I'm excited about letting this composition creatively take on an order that informs and meliorates, but does not have to be un-crumpled.

Soaking it Up and as always FEELING THE Plague of LOVE ~ as I go through the daily process of adaptation, metamorphosis & the sophistication of modernism ~





Half FULL ~ catching petals at my heart

Half FULL ~ catching petals at my heart
KaivalyaBOUND; "She's a half~bloomed lotus disheveled by wind; even her eyes are disheveled. Petals spiral from the clouds into her hair, fall singed at her feet." Rabindranath Tagore

A FANCY EVENT by TUCKERAM

This is among my favorite poems... Found in a book called LOVE POEMS FROM GOD ~ Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West compiled by Daniel Ladinsky

I
was invited
to a fancy event and when
I got there one of the guest said,
"Tuckeram, your shirt is on backwards and so are
your pants,

and it looks like your hair never heard the word comb,
and your shoes don't
match."

I replied,

"Thanks, I noticed all that before leaving,
but why try to fool
anyone."

WORLD PEACE begins w/ INNER PEACE

WORLD PEACE begins w/ INNER PEACE
"In the night we stumble over things and become acutely conscious of their separateness, but the day reveals the unity which embraces them. And the man whose inner vision is bathed in consciousness at once realizes the spiritual unity which reigns over all racial differences, and his mind no longer stumbles over individual facts, accepting them as final. He realizes that peace is an inner harmony and not an outer adjustment, that beauty carries the assurance of our relationship to reality, which waits for its perfection in the response of our love." Rabindranath Tagore

4.23.2011

The Face-OFF


A sense of urgency seems to be occurring as I see more and more people thankfully appreciating and showing gratitude. Moving and spiraling in inspired directions.  Seems like there is an internal "Face-OFF" happening as masks are removed and heartfelt truths are bared more often for all to see.  This removal of the mask and exposure of genuineness is important in my estimation as one's ability to hide behind their legitimacy becomes a narrower margin as validity and discourse do battle.  Though it does seem many love the fight, taking flight is still ever so fashionable, and the world is filled with a population of folks  attached to their over-taxed adrenals exists.   Personally, I won't give up my hope that this regime is going to be far behind us all some day as we progress toward a new era of less agitated citizens whose hardened exteriors will lay the pathway for a softer existence as infallibility becomes the norm or we come to a resting point. Let us recognize the effectiveness of this persuasive processional, as we realize all things falling are falling into place.  I see precision and accuracy as we come out from behind and move a head... move our heads... unvarnished... pronto on this day... in this moment... as contrived contention and angst are decreased by a simple reminder to be conspicuously here without the cover, with little or no facade!  Don't be afraid of appearances.  Show your face, be animated, be brilliant, take a stance, for humanity and for your self.  Although a mask's purpose can serve as a prop to hide behind, isn't it time for us all to show that we have arrived and are un-divided, letting the notion of a Face-OFF have our full attention?  I dare you to show me your wild and beautiful FACE, to put the masquerade aside and be discovered.  Authenticating my belief.  Confirming the goodness that is our innate intelligence that has been casted.

4.10.2011

MY HEART


O my heart, I am divinely proud of you.
You do not have the shameful and shameless disease - worry!
Never do you drink the deadly venom-doubt!
Nothing can be simpler than your pure longings.
Nothing can be more spontaneous than your glowing feelings.
Nothing can be more fulfilling than your selfless love.
Nothing has a more immediate access to the Supreme than your inmost cry.
O my heart,  your heavenly day within an earthly day is for God-realisation.
Your immortalising minute within a fleeting minute is for God-embodiment.
Your revealing second within a vanishing second is for God-manifestation. 
O my heart, the other members of the family are afraid of God. You are never!
Their lightless persistent fear is a lifeless persistent paralysis.
In life's journey others make their own choice.
        God makes the choice for you.
They want to save humanity with their ego's darkest night.
You wish to serve humanity with your dedication's brightest day.
Their victory is the victory over humanity. Your victory is the victory over yourself.  
O my heart, O heart of mine,
You are my life-boat.
You sail the uncharted seas of ignorance
And reach the golden shore of the Beyond.

I am not alone,
O my heart,
I am with your soaring aspiration.
You are not alone.
In you and for you is my life's unreserved breath.
Yours is the unfaltering Will
And unfailing faith in the Supreme.
Each petal of the radiant lotus deep within you
Is perpetually bathed in nectar-rays of the Transcendental Delight. 
O sweet, sweeter, sweetest heart of mine,
You are not only God's.
God also is yours.

by Shri Chinmoy
Excerpt from Songs of the Soul