A TEENY JUMBLED GRAFFITI SITE

BROUGHT TO YOU WITH LOVE FROM INDONESIA

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 ...

be still ... motionless ...

no effort is needed

to be ....

casual and relaxed

as breath taken one by one .....

be relaxed ....

and you shall progress ....

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

you don't have to do anything

to reach your full potential

you simply have to be

still and silent

breathe

and just be

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 ?

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 ?

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

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

Nature does not judge you

They accept you as you are

why can't you do the same

and refuse to judge anyone?

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?

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

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 ....

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

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

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

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

stay

always in the state of

blamelessness

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