Diving Deep

It is interesting to notice how we acquire the knowledge of our power in this life, this world. To do everything, by doing nothing. Just taking each experience, each task, and entering into it.

We are not "making" all of this stuff. It is happening. We are just observers, participants, riders. And the character of our experiences is based on the thoughts we have in the process.

To be like a child, is to have each experience, be engaged, fully. The complexity, or large-ness of what is being engaged expands as one grows older, but what determines the nature of the experience is our reactions and responses to the phenomena. Are we resistant, using our thoughts, words to criticize, or contribute to.

Our feelings give us a bio-feedback. And guide us. Going with the flow. Entering each experience fully. And becoming a great appreciator, experiencer, contributor.

Like a surfer learning how to get on the top of the wave, and not be crushed by it. To ride the spiral. I'm often reminded of my kayak trips, alone as a teenager. I just enjoyed the river, never worried what was beyond the bend. There was a natural wisdom.

Today as I put some thoughts, quietly, to what is happening. I can see just trust that this is me watching my love unfold. That is what I have discovered is going on behind all of this. Each day, moment, experience, a blessing. Something to embrace and relish as a chance to dive deep and be part of a wonderful becoming. Me simply waking up to the beautiful design that is in place.

Sharing

I love to share
the good stuff
but first I have to remember
to notice
to stop criticizing
use my attention
for its intended
purpose
I feel
it seems so easy
to be superficial
to spend time
wasted
but to take the moments
the present
and take the good
and share it
my attention it requests
these experiences
these thoughts
that contribute
rather than detract
enough of my life has been spent
complaining
again, I commit, to be
a sharer
a contributor
a lover
an appreciator
and share those things
words
intentions
actions
which make me feel good
not better than
stopping the seesaw
just noticing
the perfection
that must be
for all this
to be mine
forever

That's All

When I take the time
to notice my breath
I begin to enter
a sweet spot
just the movement
of the unseen
into my face
through my nostrils
or mouth
in
and out
the pause between
the changing direction
into my chest
or tummy
I learned this in 1992
in a meditation class
the breath
one at a time
again
and again
my senses expand
time stops
I hear the clock ticking
the cat licking himself
the cars driving by outside
the fly land on my leg
my chest rises and falls
somehow the essentials get to all of the cells of my body
in this action
one at a time
that's all