ghamela yoga
Brian Darnell
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
God vs God
God versus God
There’s no battle being waged,
though I feel deeply wounded;
the overturned landscape blackened,
littered with dead hopes, lost campaigns.
In this hollow I find myself
so small, lost and powerless,
knowing not what the reasons are
for fighting anymore
nor who is the opposition.
As I wander in search of someone
to accept my sword and surrender,
I feel more like a battlefield than a soldier
though there is no war being waged,
no opposing armies, only God versus God.
O child, even your disillusionment
is a precious gift from the Father.
(drawing by Rich Panico)
Saturday, March 9, 2024
The sea of dreams
The sea of dreams
Take heart, o dreamer! (still deep in your
slumber).
The Awakened One is beside your bed, whispering
in a language you have long forgotten, entering
your dreams to sow the seeds of clarity.
He’ll abandon, at times, His gentleness –
rudely slap your face or rump just to wake you up;
shake you roughly; strip you of your
coverings;
draw aside the curtain, open a window
upon the cold, uproarious world –
all the while patiently calling your name,
the one He gave you ages ago, before
He set you adrift on the vast sea of dreams.
O child of God, your Father would never leave you
to an existence of aimless diaphaneity.
(painting by Joe DiSabatino)
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
An eternal halt
An eternal halt
I’m watching the world go by
not from a solid hillock above it
but from a cart in the middle of a field
pulled in random circles by a blind mule.
I picture everything as standing still,
like that oak tree providing a moving shade
as the day progresses but everything is adrift
as if I were on the ocean’s surface,
the detritus of my karmic life
floating into my reach and out again
as I shift with the current like shade with the
sun,
the route of the planet, the cart and the roving
mule.
O child of God, the aching desire
of humanity is to come to an eternal halt.
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