Being grateful for these fingertips
Being grateful for the sight
Being grateful for the hearing
Being grateful for the air on skin
Being grateful is the way to change
Brain changes with gratitude
Brain gains gray matter when thankful
Being grateful counting blessing
Beyond the sarcasm and the pointers
Beyond the nosiness of the bystander
Be grateful for who you are
Be grateful for what you are
Be grateful for your journey
Notice your fingertip
Notice the sounds around you
Notice the sense of touch
Notice with awe and wonder
Notice that you are blessed
Notice that you are the blessing

No medicine ever made
Can come anywhere near
The healing power of vibration
Vibration from movement, light, sound

Heal thus through vibration
Heal through chanting
Heal through rhythmic movement
Heal through being in the light

Heal also in the night's darkness
Heal with water as you wash away
Heal from touch sensations
Heal from within and without

No medicine can heal a mind
That limits itself
Noticing the limiting belief
Allows room for new resonance

Let there be noticing
Let there be awareness
Let there be awakening
Let there be a vibrational resonance

In this moment may you heal
In this awareness may you rest
In this knowing may you be at peace
In this breath may there be awakening

What is the value of honesty?
What is the cost of dishonesty?
When will one learn to be honest?
How is one to adjust between the two?

Transformation depends on honesty
Suffering is the cost of dishonesty
When one notices the friction
One notices and knows from within

When you acknowledge what is available to the senses
When palms loosen the grip
When the breath is flowing freely
When one witnesses without attaching

It is the power of honesty
Comes with training the mind
Through questioning and feeling
Feel through the breath into Being

Being honest is the easy way out
Be honest at least to the self
All else stems out of this self
For the one who trains the mind

It's simple they say
Don't make it complicated they say
They go on demonstrating
Complexity of simplicity

Is it possible to let go
Of what the others say or do
Is it possible to sit down
With one's own intentions

Seems the best practice
Would be to daily
Turn towards one's own mind
Asking why it thinks what it thinks

Let there be no complexity
In the simple breath
The breath that is present
Let there be Presence to the present breath.

When thoughts run havoc
In moonlight in that silence
What this thought bring to me
What to me each thought feels like

Bringing down to heart each thought
Tuning into the sensations in body
Burning, itching, throbbing
Binding, choking, clasping

Out of breath when in distress
Misaligned by lack of clarity
Sparks of wisdom through pain
Of bringing thoughts from head to heart

Body as the seat of all sensations
Whilst thoughts may seem only chaos
Tuning in to the thoughts with wonder
Turning them into nuggets of wisdom

Lost in the wilderness of thought clouds
Lasting only till the moment is no more
Effect of each not known when unaware
Causes rise to surface when aware

Each thought brought to surface
Released like a bird given wings
Brings back an olive branch
Brought back as a gift to the heart

Loving-kindness a felt language
Compassion and Empathy engage
Caring and softening a felt refuge
Coming home to heart a solace

As the sunlight creeps through the canopy into the forest floor
So does the movement of life seen creeping into this vacant shore

Interconnection
Interdependence
Interior constantly in flux
Into and out from the mix

In awe of all that keeps the virus out
In awe of all that politics hide out
In awe of all social circles virtual or not
In awe of my own limited self eked out

I bow to the in and bow to the out
In and out are all but separate not
In the out, may I see the inner
In the out, may I recognize the inner

What is out could very well be inner
What is inner could very well be out
Why muse and why use
Why not just close eyes and know

Interconnection
Interdependence
Interior constantly in flux
Into and out from the mix