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Turiya Yoga Foundation (International)
UNTITLED
There's
no need to write it all down.
You don't have to put words to that sound.
To describe the presence you feel
won't
make it any more real.
The essence can not be detailed.
Literal
don't over explain.
Imagination gets carried away,
detracts from the true experience.
A sanctuary
to still the mind,
a place to stop looking
where I can find
what can't be seen,
or read, or heard.
A falling leaf
hits the ground,
I turn my head
to identify the sound.
A calling bird, a passing
car,
a refreshing breeze, a swaying tree,
such a complicated reality.
I sit quietly - watching a butterfly.
1994 Journal, #23, p.4
TAKE MY HAND
I can tell you
what is real to me,
I can tell you
what it is that I see.
It may be hard for
you to understand,
just believe in me
as you take my hand.
There’s a power in the
bond that we share,
there are so many
reasons why we care.
It may seem starnge,
even quite unreal,
just have faith
in what you feel.
Listen to the sounds
the silence holds,
be aware as
knowledge
starts to unfold,
just sit back, let
it come to you,
don’t worry about
what you have to do.
For each of us has
a time
and place,
we need to find
our own space.
If you look too hard
you’ll never see,
what will come
to you
if you let things be.
1994 Journal #24, p.15
I AM !
I am the darkness,
I am the night,
I am the daytime,
I am the light.
I
am the laughter,
I am the tears,
I am the dreams,
I am the fears.
I am the many,
I am the one,
I am
the moon,
I am the sun.
I am the start,
I am the end,
I am the enemy,
I am the friend.
I am the water,
I am the land,
I am the finger,
I am the hand.
I am the wind,
I am the rain,
I am always changing,
I am never the same.
1994 Winter Edition, Newsletter
INSIDE
Inside, inside,
I see inside.
I look so deep
I want to hide.
I hear
a calling,
a presence so near,
it fades away,
carries my fear.
Inside, inside,
I feel so safe.
For
so long it’s
been my true escape,
I know what’s there
it touches me,
draws me in,
helps me
see,
inside.
1994 Winter Edition, Newsletter
THE FOREST
To live in the forest
amongst the trees,
surrounded by trunks,
branches, roots, leaves.
To
tread through detritus
brush against fern,
to be open, observe,
absorb and learn.
Within such life,
so
alone,
can make you realize
you’re never on your own.
The force that surrounds,
the growth, the power,
the beauty in nature
the art in a flower.
To sit in the stillness
be one with the land,
is one true way
to understand.
We are part of
an innumerable whole,
beyond physical form
lies an eternal soul.
1994 Winter
Edition, Newsletter
The Importance of
Time and Space
Time passes,
Space is invaded,
taken up
by
Existence
the time comes
when the spaces
runs out.
Like the last line
on a page,
or an animal
in a cage,
the
time comes
to move on,
to somewhere new.
1995 Winter
Edition, Newsletter
A MESSAGE FROM THE SILENCE
(Maaida Palmer 1915-1999)*
"I am not his body,
I am an eternal spirit" - Bede Griffiths
Go deep into the silence
that's where I'll be,
so excited,
my spirit is free!
I'm watching you all
grieving away,
dive into your sadhana
is what I say.
Remember my words
make them your own,
don't raise me up,
I don't need a throne.
My life was full,
my life was long,
my body grew weak,
my spirit grew strong.
So in my sleep
I slipped away,
not
choosing to remain
another day
Gasping for breath,
overcome with pain,
when I knew what was
waiting down the
lane.
A wonderful adventure
through time and space,
not restricted to
any single place.
So sit for a moment,
quiten your mind,
don't be surprised
if it's me you find
In your thoughts,
guiding your way,
be open to hear
what I have to say.
But more importantly
you should see,
the inner self
is
what sets you free.
It's in the silence,
in the letting go,
you'll find the things
you need to know.
1999 Journal 34, p.7
(*Maaida Palmer, Teacher and Founder of Turiya
Yoga Foundation Ltd.)
THE SILENT PLACE
I feel the urge to contemplate,
to take myself into an altered
state,
where time, space and knowledge are free,
I need to find the spiritual me.
I cruise along from day to day,
going with the flow in my own way,
yet I know it’s not enough for me,
I need to seek, I need to see.
The only way that I can find,
is to slow right down, still my mind,
it’s in the silence the stillness
brings,
I can hear the song my spirit sings.
It’s strong and clear, it seems to hold,
the essence of what is yet to unfold.
It beckons soothes, makes
everything right,
constantly waiting to bring me insight.
It’s like I turn the volume down,
occupy my self with all that’s around,
I feel the vibration
but it’s time and space
which holds me back from the silent place.
2000 Winter Edition, Newsletter
Great Lakes Environmental News (Great Lakes Regional Newsletter)
ENVIRONMENTAL MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
An Environmental message in a bottle
washes onto the shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"UNTREATED SEWAGE
CLOSES BEACH"
It is given another message
to take
out to sea,
to be washed up onto
a distant shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"TANKER SPILLS
LITRES OF OIL"
Where another message
will be stuck
in it
before it is hurled
back into a sea full
of messages ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"WATER LEVELS RISE"
Which constantly continue to
wash in
with the tide
in the hope that someone
will take some notice ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"FOR SALE:
GLASS BOTTLES"
Do something!
2000 Great
Lakes Environmental News, p.8
Also published in 1994 'Journeys to The Point', Express Media Power Workshops Inc. Vic,
p. 83
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