Prajna's Poetry
The Kiss of Stillness
No one has ever sat in stillness
And not left for the better
Silence leaves a big fat love bruise
In the middle of the mind’s endless chatter
You find yourself bowing naked
Of belief toward everyone
Playful all day long
Kissing this and that.
Innocence
We inhabit the same ground
You pretend not to know me
I pretend not to know you
Neither of us can actually grasp
What is, we simply are
Still this talking happens
just like breathing
just like hearing
just like seeing
Forever more clearly into
The eyes of Love.
Sail Across the Water
Sail Across the Water
Lay your knowledge down
Love is calling beneath the story
that spins inside your head
Love is trembling beneath the tears
you can not seem to shed
Love is touching here each moment
it’s not in what you’ve read
Love is
Sail Across the Water
Lay your knowledge down
and love will sail you.
Water
You’re just like water
So fluid
Everything rises and falls
In you
All opposites die here
There is only this instance
Nothing and Everything
Time, space, apparent other
Are only mind.
Awareness
Only awareness is aware.
This awareness burns away
all pain and suffering
upon seeing and remaining with
what is.
This seeing and remaining
is the budding of the flower
of your true nature
the oneness
that always is.
You Are
You Are
When you speak
Listen
You'll hear an echo
Why?
Because
You are
Empty.
Sweet Darkness
In the sweet darkness of winter
May your entry way to loves’
Hidden treasure
Widen
With gaiety, and the crisp splendor
Of child like imagination speaking
What you didn’t know you knew
And
Exposing an outlawed view
Of creation
Silent, wild and free.
Aloneness
Aloneness
The mountain
We all must climb
Don’t stop
Half way
Lest you
Not die
Let her steal
Everything
Doubt, lies and
More lies
This is her
Devotion to herself
No other
She is you.
Alone
Not lonely.
Dharmic Relationship
To feel without understanding
To want and not need
To be and not know
To touch between distance
To love and not possess
To be space
To be contained
Relating as no other
Only this
You are.
Forgiveness Happens
In the practice of looking to see how we are organized in life
there appears to be a somebody that manages, organizes, makes decisions.
Upon closer investigation it becomes obvious that
the organizer, the map maker, the seeker, the patient
does not actually exist separate from awareness.
What is here are thoughts, perceptions, experiences, feelings, and
sensations that you are aware of.
All strung together by conditioning and memory.
There may also be unconscious material that you are not aware of.
There is not an individual entity holding, suppressing or doing anything.
If there was he or she would be able to stop and start anything at any given time.
This awareness pulls out the lynch pin or the learned tendency
To identify with body-mind-emotional construct as yourself, as reality
And then to live fixated on this identification with the past.
This is a profound discovery often called waking up out of the trance called “me”.
When spirit peeks through form and recognizes itself as spirit
Everything in the body-mind-emotional system begins to relax and harmonize.
Awareness sees, unpacks and dissolves unconsciousness.
Once seen, it is conscious and free to transform.
Suddenly you see, you are not a problem to be fixed,
a riddle to be solved, a patient to be healed.
You are an expression of life’s longing to
be itself in form as it is in it’s formless nature.
The great secret is
You have not done anything wrong
You can not do anything right
As you do not exist as a separate entity.
Here right and wrong fall away.
Forgiveness happens.
Your invisible nature is deep stillness
Your visible nature is to touch, move, change, love and transform.
You are not a static state, Look
You are blooming everywhere.
Love is the greatest transforming agent.
The love that you are.
Full Moon Walks
I took a walk to the moon last night but I could not find it.
There was only light shining from nowhere and going nowhere.
I sank down on a beach of stones by the lake
And felt the depth of stillness, of love.
I fancied the thought of this moonlit walk with a lover,
Rumbling around in the rough stones together
Dipping our toes in the cool calm water,
Looking at the moon that is not there,
And whispering secret nothings
To ears that love sweet sounds.
I came back here and wondered,
Does the lover know this feeling
When words don't speak anything,
Can he feel this touching,
As I do from the soft breeze,
That speaks the most tender expression,
Stealing away the breath
Needed to compose a response.
Love trickles, tickles, and sooths
Opens a space that can’t be visited,
A space where no one can enter,
A space where no one survives.
This is my friend
This love for the moon
That is not there
In this continuum called love.
Not for the meek at heart
Yet for those who've been broken
And have not forgotten how to dance
Empty
I am That I am
Another night passing
The experience of
Libby’s crying
In me
Waking itself up
Another night passing
The experience of
A deep chuckle
In me
Waking itself up
Another night passing
The experience of
I am
In me
waking itself up
Another night passing
The experience of
all else
In me
Is awake
I am That I am
The experience of
Nothing
In me
Is.
The Wind of Illusion
I first went out,
twilight peeking
through the forest
I walked further
toward the shimmering lake,
dusk disappeared.
Walking continues,
solid feet feel where to go
even when
the eyes aren’t seeing.
The shore is available
by the hallow glow
of loves shining,
upon, through and in
water of no boundary.
This glow from empty sky
shines upon the water
I saw an image
of a man and woman
roasting marsh mellows
over a fire they kindled
one twig at a time
Passing the blessing
of bittersweet chocolate
between their velvety lips
caressing each others eyes
with irrevocable delight
tickling the soul of one flame
one moon, one water,
and dancing fearlessly
beyond the wind
The wind of illusion
the fog, the running
the shoulds
the should nots
that keeps love’s doorway
hidden in the clouds.
Now, dawn is waking
and fresh light commences
Light unable to forget
the dusk of love’s dark moon.
This love is true.
Your Only True Power
When love matures it brings you to greater and greater challenges, longer stretches, stretches that arms can not hold. Arms can not hold anything of such an uncaused nature. Love uses itself to realize itself in all places and in all things. At each threshold there is a deepening of surrender, the agony of letting go of that which is forever coming and forever going, in Loves own time. Each time loves yearning meets loves yearning in the so called other, it’s invisible nature sweeps you off your feet, peering through all partial measures of its infinite capacity, beckoning you to stand firm in its continuous force without an image, without a picture, or a story that dampens it’s wonder, it’s glory.
Without a memory of what it looked like, felt like, was hoped to be in a dream long ago. The multitude of reflections serve to unlock loves purest potential to dance you, wear you, and shine as loves one face. It is most natural for all of these images to pass through the lens of awareness, so the mouth can speak it, the body can feel it, the nose can smell it, the heart can touch it, and true love can heal it. True love does not connect us, it is already fully connected, it is the underlying wholeness of infinity. It is our true home. No one can add to this or take from this. It is our only true power, a power that delights and strengthens when shared with others. It is the destroyer of illusion. It is the song that has always been waiting without waiting, and dancing without dancing, in the field of emptiness. So please, put on your dancing shoes, or take them off, love just lost her eyes, her nose, her memory, her toes-all false, all old. It’s time to slip out beneath the moon lit stars and listen for that which is singing now.
Listen for a fraction of a moment and you will hear her echo through the cave of your naked aloneness.
What We Resist Will Indeed Persist
If I were to count how many times I’ve heard in, “I swore I would never be like my father,” or “I swore I would never be like my mother”, I’d be a very wealthy woman. The statement “I’ll never talk to anyone like him or her again” reduces the past relationship with parent to a static pronoun. Guess what happens? All of your relationships do just that, remind you the him or her that is fixated in your mental patterns. This is a recurring and common syndrome that is not the result of conscious choosing. This is an unconscious habit of resistance. The habit of saying, no, not this. I will not let this happen. It is resistance that keeps pain alive. Keeps you swallowed up in a barrier of isolation. Pain that shows up in the recycling bin of relationships that we were sure we would never enter. Pain that shows up as the need to figure it out how to get out of this mess, or the fix the other or fix yourself project of avoiding raw emotions. Are you familiar with endless “fix it,” “hide it,” “run from it,” projects?
As long as there is a “no” stored in the system there is resistance to experiencing directly what is beneath the no. The mind’s habit is to distance. From this distance distortion, contraction, imagination of every kind happens and we end up in a trance state. This cycle of pain will fuel itself on pain or resistance patterns in others. When we come into the light of presence within ourselves and the yearning for liberation supersedes the unconscious pattern to repeat the pain, we’re at the doorway of a huge transformation.
For transformation to begin, there has to be a conscious yes to seeing the pain, the unconscious material. “I see it and I can no longer withstand the pain of this unbearable cycle.” This is where we begin. This is where pain ends.
(Excerpt from a chapter in Prajna's Parenting Publication in progress.)
Just Like Water
I'm here and I'm not here
I'm infinitely small and infinitely big
at the same time
Always completely still and moving
Just like water
I'm just like water
so fluid
Everything rises and merges in me
All opposites die here
There is only here this instance
Nothing and Everything
Time, space, apparent other
are only mind
There is no mind
Only Love
Sweet, infinite, pure Love
Love is the motivation behind all movement
Love already is
All Love making is only
the Self with the Self
There is no one
to make love to or
to give it to or
to take it from
Love is not needed
as it already is full
Love already is
This is awesome
I am awesome
I am and I am not
From here all is
clearly seen by Love
what is needed in any instance
Love responds
Love is mothers milk
Libby wants mothers milk
she wants to nurse
amazing what is seen
from here
Children are all Love
Playful Love
playing itself
in this stillness
Perfect
Quiet
Here
and
Biggest revelation of Papaji
I am Papaji
I am
and
I am not
Here
and
not here
Quiet
Thank you!
This was a magnification of all of my retreats in the flash of about...
who knows
Nothing can be known
All Love,
infinite Love
Prajna
“No one has ever sat in stillness And not left for the better ...”