The Spiral Library
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Questions 2.9.26
Meditation Practice Day 8/100
Meditation Practice Day 7/100
Meditation Practice Day 6/100
Meditation Practice Day 5/100
Meditation Practice Day 4/100
Poem №084 – beyond you and me
Can you stay a while
Let yourself sink into the feeling
Watch the waves roll in
Crashing and then rippling out
A whole new pattern
Displayed across the surface of your heart
If you can pause in the presence of your being
You’ll witness the most miraculous things
The moon moves the water of the sea
Let the waves crash
So you can witness the ripples
As they go beyond you and me
Poem №083 – The thing that scares you the most
The thing that scares you the most
Is the very portal through which you must go
To truly free yourself
Meditation Practice Day 3/100
Poem №082 – The Gift of Returning
Go all the way
Lose yourself
Dissolve into despair
Let fear drown you
Give up all hope
Surrender into nothingness
It is only from that depth
That you can truly understand
The gift of returning
Meditation Practice Day 2/100
Meditation Practice Day 1/100
Emerging : 2.2.26
Poem №081 – Let yourself die
Will you let yourself die,
Spiraling into the depths of the abyss,
Where your fear finally swallows you whole
And becomes you?
Do you dare to go all the way
Into the kind of darkness
That forces you to your knees
Afraid you will never return?
Will you surrender to the place inside of you
Where nothing makes sense,
Where the same stories repeat,
Like a glitch in the system of suffering?
This is the place where
“I don’t understand anything”
Turns from the greatest fear
Into the truest freedom.
This, my love, is the portal
And I’ll be waiting for you as witness
On the other side.
Sketching Practice : Day 01
Freight Train – Sung by my grandfather
Poem №080 – Mistakes
seashells on the dash
everyone makes mistakes
we ran out of gas
Coffee mugs and waves and other magical things
Poem №079 – When you forget
I remember
and forget,
remember
and forget,
remember
and forget.
Each time convinced
the present state
will last forever
only to find myself
rising and falling
with the shockingly
predictable rhythm
of the ebb and flow
of growing
healing
living
being
Am I still breathing?
I awaken
only to fall
back asleep
over and again.
It’s much less painful
to surrender
than it is to resist,
but oh how we cling
to control
as if our lives
depend on it.
Try to remember
just one thing:
Everything is always changing
and so are we.
And darling,
when you forget,
in your predictable rhythm,
try also to trust
you’ll remember again.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle