Growing Home

“Jenna Devi you are Laksmi here now!”

Just a remembering the absolute fullness of here and now. All that is needed, streaming in, supporting me to own up reality and be love. When I am connected to the subtle, delicacy that is humility and service the power of all flows through me. Letting go of all notions of wealth and replacing those with a clear understanding that I am money. I need not ask for what I already am! I choose to recieve the blessings. I choose to recieve the abundant grace of the universe. I am abundance itself, forging dharmic pathways through the rivers of humanity, of the blessing of all beings.

I saw greed and I felt ill and I chose to let go. Let go. Let go. I say what I want-not to say, what is uncomfortable to say and move on…into the total acceptance of myself as I am. Aware of the present gift of every moment, seeing my conditioning and letting it go. Not needing to drop into that old world view.

Imminent and transcendent is god. In every “gross” emotion, every aversion and signpost on the path. There is devi laksmi, sharing her wealth of Isvara, calling us home.

om.

i am money. i am money. i am money.

i am abundance. i am abundance. i am abundance.

3 things i have an abundance of…visions, seeds and vocal notes.

i am all that i am searching for.

i am already free, regardless of this apparent search for truth.

puncturing the veils of my own ignorance, offering non-resistence to my resistence I open and open and open like a flower. john says, i am a flower. and he is right and i am not afraid to see the beauty in me, the beauty in you.

the beauty we envibe when we are simply living, not for ourselves, but simply awake to the vibrant life prana that keeps us breathing in the first place!

yours truly,

laksmi prolific

You do not have to be good.

ou do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours,  and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the praries and deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

***As geese and swans symbolize the highest knowledge we read the medicine signs and see how we are embarking upon the last leg of our journey home, this season.

Unlocking  the sentience in being.

Feeling the waves crash within the body

ebbing and flowing, I stay and you are.

This Unconditional Love sews our pieces of the universe together

all that is un said, need not said, is the deepest most succulent relating.

and it truly is imminent and transcendent.

Such a suprise when my love intercepts and catches my desires.

I am left with a tingency of trying to order this life.

I watch that I do not disturb the eqilibrium of our dance,

as in truth it is not ours.

the peace in being near is far more dear then anything I might try to gain

from another.

Hearts are keys that open and encode the love in being.

And if this is the glory of relating,

 then let it be so beautiful,

moment to moment

each breath

fresh.

Heart Keys on sleeves when we move and shake the world.

watched raindrops on water

and saw the delicacy and assurance in their movement.

droped from a birthing cloud

dead upon arrival.

the play of birth and death continues.

she rises again to meet the molecules in space and

white clouds are.

quite delicate indeed.

Join us at an Off-Grid Sanctuary for Retreat.

This 4 day retreat in Kipahulu, Maui is fusing sadhanas of:

TRANSFORMATIONAL BREATHING

VIBRANT LIVING FOOD NUTRITION

ESTATIC DANCE

YOGA

MEDITATION & CHANT

For a truly integrated, yet simplistic way of walking the path that leads to self-realization.

We are drawing the thread of witness awareness through the entire retreat. Using Maunam, sacred silence, to assist in droping our false idenitfications of self we will come together to explore our fullness of being.

We will experience the power of being supported by community in letting go of false identity. All sadhanas are designed to help awaken cosmic memory of the origin and truth of the self. Our vision is to encourage and support a cognitive shift from separation to a non-dual reality of Oneness. The reason then for practicing such sadhanas as living food nutrition, dance and transformational breath are simply to help dislodge and release mental, emotional  and spiritual patterns that keep us in ignorance of the absolute fullness of the self.

We know that the power behind this clarity of purpose for engaging in retreat opens countless pathways for insight.

Please join us  if you feel called to collaborate in this movement for self-realization.

Let us come together in celebration, as we are already free!

Om shanti.

Visit www.JourneyingHeart.Com for details and registration

or contact Jenna McDonald @ 425-894-4355

she drinks the tao from my palms.

I had forgotten to step towards her eons of pain.

I wish to tell her even the buddha suffered tremendously before the lightness of being emancipated his heart.

But she can’t stay around long enough to listen. she can’t stay at all. I should have know she’d slip through my grip, as all things do.  lately it has been in slow motion. watching the scenes of life disappear into thin air. gone. all that was, gone. mothers just as transient as past lovers. 

absolutely, inevitably impermanent are all things. i know this to be true. why then do I chase after the memories of pleasure? 

I see a man in meditation, in reflection of the self , and I am brought to tears. bhakti shines as love without manipulation. love in its purest form. in devotion of what is present.

prayers to love. fully, honestly, deeply. unattached.

I envision you with flowers to your heart, unravelling the lifetimes of grasping. I see your pain and I am not scared. I am here now.

offering non-resistence to our resistence we grow.

Circular breath

tingling breasts

expansion of lungs and release.

Seeing that every minute healing we embark upon is a quantum leap for humanity. If we are not healing, then we are not healing. We will not heal. As a people, as a race as a planet, we will not heal.

we could fail. Or we could strive to stay. staying need not be accomplished. staying is not an action. it is a being. with all that is.

If we stay long enough, strive just hard enough we will taste and sense the eternal grace. the thousands of tiny little fingers supporting our every move. everywhere we previously turned for gratification, we find ourselves satsiated to the core. the lightness of being and in all that we’ve been and all we are bound to live out.

Namah. Namama. Its just not mine, it never was. When I see that I am not responsible for the ugliness or the beauty of anything I tap into the reality that upholds it all.

I see that every moment, in awareness, is infused with the ever accomodating quality of space. we are being healed, penetrated to our depths at every second. all that we desire we already are. we are free.

if we stay, we will unvariably see what is routinely missed. a life of the ever-changeful actually blesses us. it highlights with such divine perfection the changeless beingness.

When I let the trying dissipate and stretch far enough to imagine I am that. That which is the blessing, the blesser and the blessed…I am that one aliveness that is existence. And I am whole. and when I know that every cell in my body drinks the quantum healing of the cosmos and I awaken a little more, forever.

Like reverb in a canyon I am hit from various angles with the deepest calling of my soul.

I hear mostly broken sentences, sometimes pages, of remebering.

Her voice is delicate at times and thunderous at others.

Most offen polarised to my egoic mood. Thank god.

She keeps me listening amongst all humm of conversation, above the music, beyond my sight, through to the distant rumble. of my remebrance.

There is a tangible shaking, just as the earth quakes. But no one notices. Alone in a dream.

I don’t mind if I seem dull or uninpressed. Truth is I am utterly immersed in what you don’t see while your speaking to me. Completely fulfilled at one level. in Truth.

Alone in a dream on the surface. still gravitating towards sensuality as the daughter in me opens her self one lotus petal at a time.

why is it that he still has such power over me? I watch the buzz of sexuality, our very basic human potential running the course of humanity. How to integrate our loaded cognitions of love with reality. (by reality I mean to point towards the oneness we cannot label as “reality”, which is to be clearly seen as an impermanent appearence with the slightest inquiry.)

resounding echos of a life grown for the liberation one soul. one soul. one. one .  one.    one. om.  om.  om.  om.

om.

our language is begging to be understood.

as we have become accostomed to spend more time talking then contemplating the meaning of the words themselves, and in such an equation we have robbed ourselves of all the beauty of liguistics (beckoning us to the truth of being).

and still more… our words only affirm our attachment to the world. we see thoughout our day, naming all that our 5 senses touch. naming every form, and emotion. naming and moving on, to the next name and form. we glaze over the gushing of god pouring forth from the moment, the feeling that rises within to touch the experience.

we go on missing out, infintely.

I walk in the woods, snaggs on the trail of my skirt leave me smiling. unhooking from bramble at intervals and loving the slowness a skirt invokes. not to mention the ease of bleeding on the earth and the draft of mother nature into me.

just moments these are floating to the surface of the substance of self.

sweet and humble. humble like the heart of country folk. not cultivated humbleness with an underlying tone of manipulation.

possibilites: I leave my front door to get into my car. I assume I am going to get in my car and drive to work. but anything could happen. I may slip and break an ankle, or meet another drivers incompetence. and I go on assuming this possibility of driving to work to be reality. and so it is with every moment. impermanent and loaded with possibility.

So what then is reality? if every moment of my life, as it appears, is strictly a possibility in the metaphysical mirror of the cosmos? What is Reality?

Here inlies the begining of a real inquiry into the nature of myself, god and the nature of the universe. As one.

Freedom.

Seeing with my own eyes, not through the eyes of others or expectations of others.

Hearing with my own sense of hearing, fresh, unincumbered, aliveness meeting sound upon silence.

Being. Completely unrelated and unattached, in truth, to all that appears to be my life.

Freedom.

In everycell. Awakening to the complete nuturing fullness of the present moment, imbued with all the power that ever was and ever will be.

Freedom.

From the teachings of freedom. From the rituals in honor of freedom. From my own inner workings.

And it takes a complete Inner rebellion. Conjuring up all that is known and rejecting it. All that is unknown, and rejecting it as merely a category and liguistical existence within the mind.

Desires arise and fall. And they are of no hindrance, as I am not that desire, or even the judgement of that desire.

I am. Presently free from agenda. Loving the people in my life without agenda and setting my own heart, mind and body free from the bondage of desire and fear.

Love is the most potent medicine on earth and everyone is looking for a complicated combination of herbs.

I adore and praise the plant world, and yet we all derive our substance from the same one source. Our foods food is love manifest as the five elements and we can wake up to the evolution of the human by going directly to source.

So we keep our instruments tuned and focused:  liberation alone liberates.  And if that is our vision, so be it.

patience. the vision of the giver, the given, the recieved and reciever as one will come. freedom from suffering will arrive un-invited. pain happens, suffering is created.

And our hearts will be weightless again, free to roam our vast self.