A Poem: Thoughts Blowing in the Wind


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When everything becomes still, we can hear the winds blowing, the leaves whistling.

We can feel the pulsation underneath our skin, the rhythm and sensations of the breathe. 
The aches and pains of the body, our imperfections. 
Somehow I believe in time, these areas will heal themselves.

Yet we are only aging, our impermanence becoming more real in every moment,
Tensions build within as we rough and sail the turbulent oceans of life, 
In effect both mind and body become more solid,
We become harder and stronger in some areas, 
We lose our softness and genuine openness, 
Our ability to gently give and receive love. 

As we move along, experimenting with our surroundings,
Experiencing the extremes of our natural elements,
We decide that all things must be respected,
And used intentionally and with caution,
Balance.

We run aimlessly and flounder to find center, 
Between self knowing and still embracing the unknown,
We tend to lean heavily towards the gnawing need to know,
To solidify our thoughts and beliefs, because we repeat "THIS IS WHO I AM,"
Yet these ideas are truly frivolous in nature, more subtle than the wind,
Our thoughts often blow away and without warning

There's a simple idea of a singularly pointed focus,
With the presumption that our thoughts are atomic in nature,
Perhaps one thought can be held,
Just one for as long as possible, 
And when this one thought dissolves.
then who are we?

No matter how hard we think, we are never our thoughts. The mind is an organ of action and perception, and should be used as a tool like our other faculties. 
Truly, we are far more than our wavering thoughts. We are a culminations of all of our experiences as a multilayered being. 

Much love, have a beautiful day. Think when you MUST, and when it makes you WELL. Otherwise, think Less, and perhaps think nothing at all. Peace and love in meditation. 

"Yoga is the control of the modifications of the mind field.

In silence, the seer rest in its true nature." ~paraphrase from Patanjali's Sutras
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