Poetry ~ Scattered

scatteredNothing here is broken

Nothing is out of place

Life is simply scattered

with no pattern

to embrace

Yet, if you turn your head

and look briefly at your past

patterns will emerge

like a photo held steadfast

But don’t linger there

Don’t stop and stare

Don’t meander down old roads

Simply note the patterns

of your past

and let the back door close

For you can’t control the

scattered pieces that will

fall

like

raindrops

from the

sky

Your patterns are revealed 

when you tell the story

of your life

Change your story

Change the pattern

This is your puzzle

by design

You are the artist

and the sculptor

of the

scattered pieces

of your mind

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“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. ” ~ Wayne Dyer

The Untethered Soul ~ Your Inner Roommate

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“Your inner growth is completely dependent upon the realization that the only way to find peace and contentment is to stop thinking about yourself.” ~ Michael Singer

And so begins Chapter Two of The Untethered Soul. In this chapter, Singer refers to the voices in our head as our inner roommates and we’re encouraged to spend some quality time getting to know our roommates. As we listen, we ask ourselves, “who is it that is listening to these voices?

We are then introduced to our inner witness, the one that watches and listens to our roommate(s). In my opinion, understanding the distinction between the voices in your head and the one who is listening is a profound spiritual teaching. So I’d ask you to pay close attention this week as you listen to the voice in your head. Again, ask yourself, “who is it that is listening?” The “listener” is your inner witness, or your consciousness, your soul. Call it what you will….the point is, the one who listens is not the voice you hear. Sit with that thought for a moment.

After spending time listening to our inner roommates we learn that we can free ourselves from this internal melodrama. In the coming chapters, Singer will provide us with the teachings and techniques to free ourselves and develop a spiritual practice of conscious awareness.

But there’s a catch…you have to want out of the self-imposed mental melodrama. You start by becoming conscious enough to understand your predicament. You have the will, and the power to take your life back. It’s your choice. And to be clear, it’s not that the world is gonna change for you – it’s the way you see and interact with the world that changes.

“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.” ~ Wayne Dyer

Next week, Chapter Three: Who Are You?

~Namaste

“R” is for Row your boat

R is for row your boat

A few weeks ago, my husband walked into the kitchen singing, “Row, row, row your boat.” I smirked and continued unloading the dishwasher. He laughed and  asked if I knew the true meaning of the childhood nursery rhyme. I had to admit I hadn’t given it any thought. And so, as I put the last of the dishes away, he sang it again, this time with commentary and emphasis.

“Row, row, row, YOUR boat,” he sang, and then explained, “means to live your own life, to do your own work. Ya can’t live another person’s life for ’em, so stick to rowing your own boat. That’s good, huh?”
“Oh, I like that,” I responded, wondering if my hubby was channeling an ancient mystic.
“And how do we row?” he asked.
“Gently?” I replied, puzzled at where this was all coming from.
“Yep, they say life is meant to be lived gently with love and compassion. It means ya row gently down the stream – with life. Ya don’t fight with life or try and row upstream.  And, ya row merrily, merrily, merrily, ’cause life is meant to be lived with joy.”
“Oh, I love that analogy!” I said, convinced that hubby had gone through some deep awakening.
“But wait, there’s more!” he said grinning.
“Oh?”
“Yes dear, because ya know, when it’s all said and done – life is but a dream!” he clapped his hands together and laughed.

Hubby confessed he’d been watching a PBS memorial tribute on the life of philosopher and spiritual teacher, Wayne Dyer, who died last year at his home in Hawaii at the age of 75. I first became aware of Wayne when I read his book, The Power of Intention.  I’ve watched many of his PBS appearances over the years but had never heard the nursery rhyme analogy. Wayne was a gifted motivational speaker and author. His legacy lives on through his many books and PBS appearances. He was one of the great spiritual teachers of our time.

There are so many teachers, for every generation, in every part of the world – guideposts and life lessons all around us if we simply have the eyes to see and the ears to hear. I’m reminded, by the last line of that nursery rhyme, “life is but a dream”, of another great teacher from another time with a similar message.

“This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.”

~Rumi

So dear travelers, live your life, do your work, share your gifts. Live gently, with joy and compassion because one day you will awaken and find that life is but a dream.

~ Namaste