Poem: Balance Happens By Itself

Balance Happens By Itself

Balance existed while simply riding the bike
euphoria arose when one forgot oneself
like this, the bike and the rider are one.

Attaching to sensation of euphoria
wanting it to last forever - oneness dissolves
split arises - clinging to material desire.

The rider and the bike no longer as one
the center is lost when clinging to edges
loss of balance - crashing to the ground.

Brushing off the red cheeks and dust
activated reflecting 'story telling' view
rating value of self from outside opinions.

Interpretation of happenings by storyteller
is reflected eyes we all use to view our world.
How you see it, how you think they see it - give these no heed.

No story is more or less valuable than your own
all stories are just a story - neither holds truth
relaxing your need for continuous commentary.

Yet, the euphoria moment remains as a memory
a light under the dark cloud that took it's place
leaving one to wonder how to get back there again.

Looking squarely at happening - seeing your truth
you fell off the bike because you started daydreaming
laughing at your folly, you get back on the bike again.

Practice makes perfect...

Betsy
March 31, 2009

Transformation II

Transformation II

A low vibration
can’t see high vibration thought
silence rarely is.
Constant chatter weaves the dream
locking one in world of mind.

Extreme suffering
turning point – asking questions
ear tuned to high pitch.
Listen – intent for answer
vibration rises – Silence.

Changed in an instant
thoughts at times now visible
small hole in veil.
Surrender voice for silence
source alters mind – view expands.

Betsy
March 10, 2009

Haiku: Hens burst into Song

Poem: In a Clear Blue Sky

In a clear blue sky
mountains become visible
revealing our smallness.
Relating to encounters
one's walking makes the pathway.

Distant peaks invite
challenges urge us onward
goals set intention.
Boulder's block one's direction
frustration is sign to change.

Dark clouds obscure view
resistance to change causes pain
strength comes from center.
Withdrawn from circle of self
each time 'you' give, YOU will rise.

Betsy

Hummingbird Tanka Poem

Hummingbird

Your wings beat so fast

your drone tells me you're coming

opening my eyes.

Watching you I'm mesmerized

thanks to you - I am present.

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