| Archive for Lighting the Path Less Taken A place to discuss and learn about alternative ideas & thoughts ie Reiki, healing techniques, past lives, astral projection, dreams, visions and more in this already difficult world |
| Sage/Debs |
Meditation on a MountainPoetry For The Journey - Passionate Living NewsletterMeditation on a Mountain Issue: October 2009 I do so love these words of a centering meditation: flower fresh mountain strong reflecting water calm Innocent and open, strong and resilient, peaceful and walking in beauty, this is a beautiful place to restore myself to. I though about this one morning as I looked out my window and watched the wild wind whip through a tree. I thought of the turbulence in my life. My eyes scanned from the frantic leaves down to the trunk of the tree that stood strong and motionless amid the fury. I thought that I want to be strong in the wind like the trunk, but yet I do not want to be stagnant and not move. But then, I thought, what if the stillness, the turbulence, the flying free, the sitting still, was all I could see because it was all that I was accustomed to see. What if I was the mountain, towering above the sky, roots deep into the earth, but all that my eyes would see is the surface of the mountain; the trees, the sunshine, the wind, the snow? What if most of my days until now were spend roaming around the surface and never in exploring the depths of all that I was? So in my silence, I entered the mountain. I began my journey within the vision I knew. I saw the trees, the snow, the squirrels that scurry along the branches. I started beside a tree top and slowly descended, I felt the gentle breeze and the suns rays shining between the branches. Down, down, to the base of the tree where the rocks met the snow and the pine needles on the surface. I then submerged below the ground into darkness. With the cold and dark, anxiety pumped through my veins, I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I breathe deep to accept and not judge. I am somewhere between me and what other’s perceive to be me. Oh God, did I really give so many people this much power over me? I cannot feel where one begins and the other ends. Like a storm in my consciousness with interlaced stratified clouds of screams of desperation and silent knowing, I feel them moving in and out of me, out of what I think is me. I continue to descend. Lower, down. I think I hear, drops of water sliding between layers of rock. I know I have passed beneath the surface of the earth. The drops slow as they cool, and then harden into ice. Ice that threatens to split the rock. But I am the rock, I quiet myself, I accept. I stiffen, freeze and split. The pain is so excruciating as layers break away. I fear I am losing all myself. Is this what death is? When will it end? I shutter, I shake and then I am still. I am lighter, but I am more expansive. I am still existing, but all of what I thought was me is no longer in my perception. My thoughts seem to echo in my head as if my own voice is calling me from all the directions around me. I descend further into the music, ringing through crystalline caverns. The deeper I go, the more I sense that so many crystals were really one. Lower, down. I think I see the warm glow of the heart of the earth, where all matter is dissolved into one. Effortlessly, I melt. I am a sea of warm ambrosia, glowing, flowing, knowing. I am nothing, but I am everything. Every once in a while this truth will explode to the surface, where I had seemed to live so much of my life. But here, deep inside of me, is all there is. No matter where I run or where I seek, there I am, there I always was. My heart is home in the core, love lives in the heart, this is where I belong, this is who I am. There is no “I,” there is only all. I open my eyes. I observe again the surface of the mountain. But I am not there. Smile. Flower fresh! Love and Light, David Stanley Bell Poetry For The Journey www.davidstanleybell.com info@davidstanleybell.com |
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| the hermit |
Re: Meditation on a Mountain
As we go through life we become aware Aware of ourselves and those aound us And we start to have our developement It is then when we start to really see things As they truely are, a confused mess Then we find our own place in this mess And find our on way out of it We start to question our place within it Our lives and our reactions within it This is development starting its journey The more that we question our lives The more confused we become within it The more we look to others for the answers The answers are not within others It is within us and our reaction to others If you look to others for the answers The more of your own energy you lose Life is about you and your life Not about how others will react to life But how you will react to other people So listen to other people and there thoughts Listen to those around you and really listen Listen to there words and also there thoughts Take from them only what will serve you Then go way and live your life, your way |
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| Sage/Debs |
XXX thank you Hermie, that is too true and so appreciated.
In order to learn and grow one must be selfish as well as giving..look at the seed who becomes a flower or food! |
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| herding cats |
Hermie you are gonna make me cry..... 
this is right where I am sitting...a big puddle of confused knowing and self doubt.......how can being selfish be good...I was taught it was wrong very very wrong......I was told selfless is what you are to strive for.....when everything feels completely right for me it is completely wrong for the whole of the world......so now I am stuck in the mud that is my life ...... interesting metaphor actually seeing as twice now I have gotten turned around and stuck in the mud in the woods trying to find where I had been before.....sigh...and I know exactly what I was thinking about when it happened.... How can causing others pain be right? With harm to none......yet ....if I don't follow my heart then I am harming me......oh how I hate this ...yes hate....me the one who hates nothing actually hates this crossroad and the constant hurt it is causing me...the scary painful too difficult to contemplate decisions I am being pushed into making...and what if I am completely wrong.....sigh..... |
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| LynnSiebrandt |
stubbling across this post I know I'm not aloneIt's no accident I stubbled in this forum today. I sit quietly and read, reflect and know that I am not alone in my feelings today. Thank you. |
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| Sage/Debs |
Lynn, it warms my heart to know you can find warmth and comfort in our home. | ||||
| the hermit |
Hi Cats
Is it so wrong to feed ones-self first How can you possible look after others When you have given your life up for others How can a mother produce milk Without feeding first OK, let's talk to the hunter within you How can you put meat on the table And clothes on your back Without first pulling that trigger Is that not just as selfish Taking anothers life above your own Is the first law of survival If you cannot pull that trigger And put food on he table And clothes on your back You might as well paint a target on your back There are times to be soft There are times to be hard This is what makes us what we are The knowing of when to be soft The knowing when we have to survive The knowing, when to kiss And when you spank No one can tell you when the time is right for either This comes from within These are lifes little choices That make you what you are Be yourself and not what others expect you to be |
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| herding cats |
OH Hermie 
thank you |
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