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A Letter to My Children
Caterpillars go into meditation
and in time, return a butterfly
Some others transform
into butterflies
instantly
and when this happens,
it's God's magic
flowers have been kissed
some of the petals fall
to the touch of butterfly wings
then left behind into the past
flowers sorrowful when left
but none of them are scattered
nor destroyed, but rather, given hope
left with memories of both laughter and tears
no no no ... says the butterfly
don't cry for me, dear flowers
i thank you forever
for letting me caress and kiss you
even if it was only
for a moment in time
in my journey through life
that seems to pass quickly as the breeze
the light has come
they are calling
and my heart's love is beckoning
my work is done here, it's time to fly
i am not perfect, dear flowers
sometimes i step on your petals too hard
sometimes i sip on your honey heart to deep
yet we all learnt from this interchange in time
what i do promise you as no one else can
is that i have loved you, and i always will
remember the smiles, don't let heartache
overshadow the laughter that we all had
through all the clouds and all the shadows
always remember that i loved you, my children
i cherish each of your colors and your fragrance
although i may not have been as perfect as you wished
let me live gently, ever so gently in your hearts from now ...
with tender love enmeshed with your understanding
you may not see you, yet i will hold your hearts
a place where my memories will remind you of my love
i will hold your hearts in love
with tender loving care to heal
you may not see me
but i am now one with you
i have always forgiven you
though i may not have ever said these words
through my pride i have never said forgive me
but now i seek your forgiveness so i may rest
all is momentary, my sweet flowers
but nature's mother love is like the volcano
the lava burns, yet brings forth the beginnings of life
and nourishes better what are planted in its soil
and perhaps, i will but love you, my children
better after this flight into the forgotten horizon
for me, the sunset has arrived now to call me away
for you, it is the beginning of a new dawn
yes ....
i will love thee better after death
with love,
Butterfly Mom
Joyce for Toni, in sympathy, September 18, 1998
to seek stillness
as to seek the Truth
free your mind from beliefs or disbeliefs
in simple being without expectation
you will see clearer
the disbeliever
and the believer
both are prey to their strings
that forms their thinking
by power of expectations
be free .....
truth will come ...
fact simply
is ...
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
be still ... motionless ...
no effort is needed
to be ....
casual and relaxed
as breath taken one by one .....
be relaxed ....
and you shall progress ....
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
an apple
does not have to do anything
it simply is,
staying within God's breath
becoming an apple without a struggle to be
an apple
is an apple
is an apple
is an apple
relaxed
fulfilling it full potential
simply by simple Being
effortless in its moves, yet perfect
they just listen inside
to the potentials within themselves
they never try or struggle
to be what others think they should be
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
you don't have to do anything
to reach your full potential
you simply have to be
still and silent
breathe
and just be
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
apple branches of an apple tree
do not fight against one another
do not compete with one another
neither do they tangle themselves with one another
or they would look pretty foolish
wouldn't they ?
what about
us ?
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
what can humans learn
from the trees in our beautiful Nature
as they are blown, swaying in the winds ?
the branches simply sway together
in the same direction ....
some trees sprinkle us
with the morning dew like tears of joy
some like the bamboo
rustle and sing songs with the wind
some trees give flowers flying to the four corners
whenever the wind blows and shake their boughs
do we ?
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
choose today to listen
to the intelligence of Nature
listen to the sound of the grass
observe the resilience of grass beneath your feet
feel the flexibility of the grass blade in your touch
smell the fragrance the grass
savor the colors of the grass
recognize the heartbeat of the grass
understand the gift of the grass
realize the Gift the grass has given you
and bless the grass for their gifts
give the grass your prayers
do the same with
the flowingness of water
the fragrance of the flower
the colour of light
the rumbling of volcanos
the nourishing nature of the soil
the humble bowing of wheat plant carrying its grain
learn from Nature
let them teach you
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
kill Nature and the Natural
you kill your Teachers
you kill yourselves
do not let outward appearances fool you
you and they - are One
division .... only lies
within the confines of your mind
At least today
I will choose to be silent
I will spend some time with Nature
I will open all my senses
and absorb the lessons of Nature
and detach from noises of my own making
just for today
I will learn at least one thing
about the Way of Harmony
from my Teacher, Nature
which voices the Master
and I will cherish the lesson
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
Nature does not judge you
They accept you as you are
why can't you do the same
and refuse to judge anyone?
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
Nature does not know what will happen tomorrow
the jasmine plant does not care nor know
whether tomorrow you will pull them at their roots
shake them off from the soil they cling to
and hence kill them ....
they absorb these all uncertainties ...
yet they continue to meditate to flower
and blossom forth for now, regardless ...
do you?
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
don't worry too much about tomorrow
that you forget to create today
today is 'present'
it means 'gift'
give your present
to others today
to love, bless, be, create
as if it is your last ....
then the present
is appreciated for the gift
that it IS
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
your dislike of uncertainty
is attachment to security
your discomfort to be within uncertainty
is another face of your attachment to security
the routines that harbour ...
the strings of the Puppets to home
only in uncertainty
can we all create freely .....
learn to breathe
without judgement nor scrutiny
be ...
create ....
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
air is uncertain
water is uncertain
earth is uncertain
fire is uncertain
they just are,
and become
limited in a closed container
the flow of energy in them dies
in uncertainty
you are freer
to create
your intention
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
uncertainty
is life in the realm of the Masters
the realm of possible potential
certainty
is the life in the realm of the puppets
the realm of choking strings
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
intention is the glass that puts
the Master's light into focus
carry intention
leave burning desire
do not be entangled with desire
desire is attachment to results
do not want for fulfillment
want is reflection of emptiness
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
intention is your vision
knowing simply it will materialize
like a caterpillar
intends to be a butterfly
it simply creates the cocoon and meditate
then a butterfly comes to being
that is Trust
in Nature ...
The Way
accepting the present
intending the future
detaching from result
is the power behind
the Master
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998
stay
always in the state of
blamelessness
Joyce; Excerpts from
Puppets & String, July 1998You are Visitor Number
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