I don't want day to come
I want ever-night.
I want to suspend this sacred time
My body worn, grows whole again
My mind, restless, restores in this dark.
The candle cuts the thickest of it.
I can breathe here.
I am kind to my every part.
I do not resist.
And beauty covers me.
In your studio.
In your car.
In the argument.
In your mind.
In your heart.
In the grocery store line.
No matter where you find you.
We are all in the movement of Universal Flow. To believe that things can be great and stay that way is like wishing it would never rain. It may be true that the sky is blue, but eventually the lushness of life is drained and there we are praying for sweet rain, in any form, to fill us up again. This is the same for steadiness and chaos.
We can learn to enjoy both, as long as we see the benefit, and equal drawback, to both. We are given the greatest of gifts, right here, in this matter/time/space existence…her name is Nature. If you observe, everything in Nature is in a constant rise and fall, balance and counter-balance, a sumptuous ebb and flow. This is our map. We are not meant to be fixed.
That longing for things to stay the same is an “other than natural” phenomena of the ego mind. The ego mind plays opposite of the divine mind. And there they dance. The ego mind (sem) is filled with endless noise, ideas, projections, doubts, manipulations, regrets, desires, longing. All of which are necessary for growth and understanding of the self. The proverbial growing pains in life. The Steadiness (rikpa) is the centered, quiet, here and now, seamless breath of Divine awareness, expansive, juicy. The proverbial take a break and “be” place.
Where we are at any given time, in either sem or rikpa, is ultimately a choice, although it doesn’t seem that way in the midst of a really bad experience or day. This is why meditation is so key. When things really go South, a matured meditation or chanting practice provides the foundation need to get back to balance.
I never realized My…... trite-ness My ever clear presence of Mind Dwelling, on a shoe. or a shirt. In my grief I am standing beside myself Holding the thick hand of Sorrow Realizing. The Unimportance of this shirt.
So what about the union of opposites? How do we use our yoga practice to begin to bind together the seemingly opposite experiences of our lives and our characters? I believe it begins with acceptance. Moving beyond old patterns that would have us amputate the uncomfortable and welcome only what we think is good, whole, perfect…… Or at the very least, Tidy. Can we really look inside and find the good in our suffering? How could one’s need to help others ever be a bad thing? It could be……if we take away the lessons from those who need them in order to save them from suffering. Is that service? Hmmmmm……. And what about the bad stuff? Can that worn argument really have a benefit when both parties are left feeling irritated and empty? It could be…….if we take the time to consider what really caused the reaction in the first place, what new ways did we learn to place our boundaries, what new thing do we now know about one another? One of my favorite passages in the Tao Te Ching goes something like this….. (Sorry Lau Tzu….this will not be exact) In order to be productive We must first learn to be lazy In order to be quiet We must first learn to be loud In order to be generous We must first learn to be greedy An object can not be fully learned without understanding its opposite. So…… embrace the good and the bad, they are both of equal value, holding sparkling gifts, and a bounty of knowledge to know yourself fully.
I will do it.
Lop off your head.
Not for spite
Just because I am made to take you there.
Without spectators the daisy is still a daisy. It does not relax again and turn into a blade of grass. Or become a bird. It is itself. Dreaming Its dream. lkt © 2006
On God's Table
I come to realize now that I was born a spoon. A thing that serves.
It’s not something you think about really. God wanted a spoon and there you go. These things in life have changed me now. I have been tumbled, twisted, chipped, abandoned.
At some point in my battered-ness I began to turn, shield, expose, wait. I let it all hone me. Sharpen me. Until one morning I made my coffee. And I realized. “I am a knife.”
I woke up cunning. watchful, manipulative. All just under the skin. It was…. comfortable and unpleasant.
“I have new edges.” New Boundaries. New habits. New thoughts.
A knife in spoon’s clothing.
For a time it suited me. I played at blending my spoonish-ness with my Knifey-ness. Until I realized I longed to be a spoon again.
So I turn, shield, expose, wait. Until life and I return me to that soft curving shape. Stronger now. Less bendable.
Forever to carry with me
the knowledge of the knife.
You cannot do it
You cannot change a caterpillar into a butterfly
Who knows the magic of that glorious soup?
Who can say better the name of God like the first breath of a newborn?
We can do nothing, really. Save breathe and watch the chaos of our minds ebb and flow
At times even That is too much
So let us, instead, inspire, through our own way.
Then that sweet light will become a beacon,
For all mankind to use.
lkt © 2010
I've been walking the dogs on my childhood farm this holiday. The woods are too thick in the summer to pass through....but winter...perfect. The trees are like great bones rising out of the earth. I came on a truly special place to me. I didn't even know I was headed there, as I came from a far direction. It was the place some of you have heard me talk about. When I was a little girl we had a very troubling time in our family. One day I bolted from the house and ran right into the thick of the woods. It was tough going as there were vines, thorns, poison ivy everywhere. I just kept going. I ended up it what seemed like a magical place. I sat against a tree and after a while received a holy peace. It changed me forever. Today, coming upon it, I began to laugh. The same holy feeling, yet from my adult eyes I saw old tires that had probably been there for years, broken fencing, fallen branches. Still Holy. Still Sacred. You see, God doesn't need a perfect environment to bring blessing. You don't really need alters, buildings, icons, although I see they help us be devoted.
All that is really needed...... is a willing, receptive heart. May this season and year open your heart in the most gentle, beautiful, and receptive way. I Love You.
32 minutes of guided meditation with Laura Tyree Find the solace of a sitting practice. Find your peace. click here to listen
My friends and students have been asking for a mantra without music for some time now. So this single is without instrumentation, only the distant thunder that stayed for two days during the recording of it. It you are familiar with Vajrasattva, then you know how deeply meaningful that if. The single opens with the Gayatri Mantra. Total of 14 minutes. Enjoy.
“This CD is the culmination of 23 years of yoga practice and a lifetime of singing my heart full. These are ancient phrases blended with inspired melodies. Everything is vibration. Light, sound, thought, and action all culminate into each arriving moment. I hope this brings you the opportunity to be, to know, and to experience yourself more deeply.”
This is an instructional CD of Mudra Mantra and Meditation. It is designed in 3 chapters. The first for the beginner with detailed instruction. The second chapter for the novice with minimal instruction. And the last chapter is just the toning of a Tibetan Bowl while you chant and mudra, and meditate. Mantra song included in chapter one and two to sing along to. 55 minutes total
Laura Tyree and Gino Rosaria
The album is done in a less mainstream style of jazz, while still offering Laura's unique musical quality. Inspired by her mother, who loved the holiday season, and those days many years ago singing with family in the kitchen.
Gino was born and raised in Curacao with an interest in music and science. Growing up on a very culturally diverse island, Gino learned to speak four languages fluently. The influence of the many cultures allowed him to learn and play many different kinds of music, although he grew to enjoy Jazz, Latin, and Classical music the most.