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Witness
Author Pick, Mindfulness

Witness the relationship to yourself and thoughts 

“The Varaha Upanishad (Part IV) refers to the Bhumika (‘stage of development of wisdom’) which is of the form of pranava (Aum or Om) as formed of or divided into – akāra, ukāra, makāra and ardhmātra, which is on account of the difference of sthula (‘gross’), sukshama (‘subtle’), bija (‘seed’ or ‘causal’) and sakshi (‘witness’) whose avasthas (‘states’) are – ‘waking’, ‘dreaming’, ‘dream-less sleep’ and ‘turiya’. Sakshi which…

fraid rope
Mindfulness, Poetry

Let Go 

Letting go seems to be The last piece blocking me Sitting here I just don’t know How to get back into flow All I can do is sit right here Not focused on things far or near Why do I need to control When the…

there are two
Poetry

Fusion 

Two appear to be separate Higher and the lower Domination, they struggle for Attempt to destroy an ego Will just create a shadow See, you cannot Run away from dirt Fly away into sky Dragged down, you will be Open heart to all Sky and…

Buzzing Reality
Poetry

Spontaneity 

This is how it goes My heart making prose About realization As it thumps away Connections make my day To all of reality I feel awake Buzzing making me shake And cry in humility If you want to know About this song I’ll show You…

Wilting Rose
Poetry

All those flowers 

I used to watch a lot of porn. Over the past year or so it started to change as an experience for me. I started seeing more of the pain and emptiness in the faces of the actresses. The paint started to wear off. The…

Not Mine
Mindfulness, Poetry

Not Mine 

When I move I move with the notion That its my own Volition How can it be other Than this Knowing from experience And feedback Knowing from feedback Is circular defense Of my argument for Choice The pattern of choice Is built with feedback As…

Mindfulness, Poetry

Being seen through 

I had a very interesting experience in Vegas. I was moping a little bit at the experience I was in, and was wondering how I got there. I seemed to keep dropping and drooping. Then in an instant, this force pushed through me. Eyes opened…

Angel
Poetry

Diamond Heart 

I did a meditation session with my friend Parminder this past February. We went pretty deep, into my gut where I’ve had ongoing issues. There was this shadow/monster from my childhood, I could only recognize as jagged and red eyes, and fear/confusion/not knowing what’s going…