“Dying into Life”

gold bell hanging on brown wooden wall

Birth dies into life

Death gives birth again

In an endless cycle

For you to find

Your Buddha nature….

Impermanent

Like the winds of change

Yet, there is something

That still remains

Underlying our true essence….

Luminous

Like a full moon rising

And all knowing

Like eagles soaring

It is the spring lotus

Of awareness blooming…

Try to grasp it

And it slips away

Try to name it

And it defies you

This inner witness cannot be tamed

By your mind’s deceptive tricks

Of narrow conceptions….

When the fear of dying falls away

What is there left to say?

Birth and death are the same.

“Dig Deeper”

statue of man holding a cross

You can study the key tenets of Hinduism

You can memorize the essential Sutras of Buddhism

And you can philosophize about Taoist practices

But can you grasp the incomprehensible reality of Brahman?

Can you discover the essence of your own Buddha Nature?

And can you learn how to harmonize your life with Tao?

The intellect only takes you so far….

Dig Deeper,

Like a ground hog burrowing into the Earth

To see who you really are

And what lies beneath this.

“Blessings of a Wise Being”

red and gold great buddha ceramic figurine in closeup photo

If one is truly fortunate, a rare wise being will come into their lives. When you meet such a person you immediately feel that you are in the presence of someone who really knows something about life and how to live it. Such a being’s individual nuances, background and spiritual point of connection may vary; but always the characteristics of their souls are the same. They are as humble as the roots of trees, are filled with boundless compassion, live to serve their communities and embrace life’s most challenging moments as golden opportunities to grow in their faith. Such wise beings also live simply without any attachment to material things, show gratitude each and every day and have rascally sense of humors! But above all, people of wisdom live fully and authentically in the consciousness of that underlying reality called God or Tao. It is clear through spending even a minute in their presence, that such beings have discovered an eternal well of love within them. To share time in their presence is to drink the sweet nectar from the Divine itself and to bask in the light of its grace. If you have met just such a being absorb all of their teachings and model your life after them!

“The Sincere Seeker”

body of water between trees under cloudy sky

The sincere seeker of truth has no interest in taking short cuts. For the illusionary promises of comfort, pleasure and security hold little value for such a person. Rather, souls on the path of spirit dive deeply into the river of life leaving no stone unturned and embracing the inevitable ebbs and flows of absolute being. This, they learn through direct experience, is how true wisdom is found. Abandon fear, live with courage and wait for the grace of God to reveal your purpose.

“Lifting All Illusions”

silhouette of person standing on rock surrounded by body of water

In the Darkness

I see

That what surrounds me

Is so wild and free….

So, what does it mean

To be the one

Dancing in the breeze

with the people I believe

Who are filled

With the love of pure intentions?

Listen and receive

The message

From the spirit of God

Within you.

Mindful Musings: May 11

“What Force Wills It?”

By: Forrest Rivers

shade of sun and clear blue sky

The eye blinks

But what force wills it to blink?

The ear hears

But what force wills it to hear?

The nose smells

But what force wills it to smell?

The tongue tastes

But what force wills it to taste?

The mind thinks

But what force wills it to think?

The sages say that at the moment of death

When the eternal indwelling light

Drops the body

The senses then cease to exist

Center your awareness

On that eternal indwelling light

And discover the answer to what wills

Your eyes to blink

Your ears to hear

Your tongue to taste

Your nose to smell

And your mind to think.

Mindful Musings: May 5

“The Earth is My Church”

By: Forrest Rivers

three multicolored birds in close-up photography

Chirping birds

Sing their heavenly song

Early in the morning

The rising sun greets

Hungry seekers

Gathered in worship

And the cool air brings

Levity to a new day….

In this church, you see,

There is no priest

Other then the rocks and trees

The mountains and the breeze.

Mindful Musings: May 3

“The Soul of Nature”

By: Forrest Rivers

forest trees

The trail is my refuge

A road to God

The beckons my mind

To acknowledge

All I am a part of….

As I walk

My spirit is moved

By the beauty of the divine

Beyond space and time

The soul of nature

Is reflected in the moon

Watching

Waiting

With her eyes

Fixed on the tides

That condition my mood

To transcend

the illusion of separateness.

Mindful Musings: April 28

” Responding to a Skeptic”

The sun with a corona mass ejection

Often, I am asked the question does “God really exist.” And my answer to that question is always met with another question: “Does the sun rise each day? “Typically, the person asking me this question will respond with something like the following: “Well, sure, the sun rises each day but I can’t quite make the connection between the sun rising and the question of God’s existence?” To which I always reply with the following: “Does the sun not give us unconditional love through shining its light indiscriminately upon all beings everywhere? And in doing so, does not the sun also provide us with all the warmth and nourishment our crops and souls need to grow? Tell me, does not the sun (who you readily admit exists) embody the very divine qualities that have been ascribed to God through the ages by all the world’s greatest sages?”

Mindful Musings: Apr 27

“God’s Debris”

river between brown rocky mountains during daytime

Ants industriously building

Their homes in clay

Bees busily buzzing

In their hives of honey

An intricate network

Of trees

Producing air for us to breathe

And faithful rivers

Carving their paths

Through the mountain side

We are God’s debris

That’s what we are

Why should we think that we are any different

Then the ants, the bees, the trees

And the rivers running free?