What We See
What We See
What we see is colonization, live.
What we see is what we have been given.
What we see is those who have gone beyond their means.
What we see is a way to fill the unfillable void.
What we see is the insatiable thirst for more.
What we see, we don’t want to believe.
What we see, we will regret.
What we see is the opposite of love.
What we see is selective care.
What we see is up to you and me.
Robert Colescott - School Days 1
Remind Me
Rocky Mountain National Park
The mountains remind me of how small I am. Humbling.
Travelling reminds me that the news never tells the whole story of a land and its people.
Conversations remind me that we all want the same thing at our core.
Lands tell a story, both beautiful and brutal.
Closing my eyes reminds me to listen to the wind,
to see with the third eye.
I am reminded that those who lead and govern do not serve in the best interest of the masses.
Was it always this way? Was there ever a time in history when a government served all?
What does it mean to serve?
I'll give you my perspective if you care to read.
Equality needs to begin at the basics.
Food, shelter, water, clothing. If all beings do not have these, then we are failing.
All of humanity is failing.
It matters neither to the micro nor the macro spirit—the karmic merry-go-round will continue its circular motion.
The exits are closed until the lessons are learned.
Personally, I have no issues with billionaires. We can have billionaires and nurture all beings.
We can have differences on what system is better, but honestly, it matters little to none.
If the heart is closed and the mind is corrupt, the system has no relevance. A system does not enlighten one.
It does not open our hearts.
If we love from the mind, then love is a manipulative illusion.
It is not love, for love is unconditional.
Mindful love is conditioned and coated in judgment.
We do not judge the mountains, the winds, the oceans, and the forests—
but we judge each other. Why?
Because most of us love nature from our hearts,
yet we forget that we too are nature, baked from the same ingredients as the fox that trots and the winds that sing.
I am reminded, and for that, I am grateful.
Blessings, Infinite Blessings.
“Encircled by splendor in the center of the sphere. Meditate where the body thrills to currents of infinite communion. Follow your senses to the end and beyond into the heart of space.” — The Radiant Sutras
Into the heart of space.
Be present today. Notice the spaces in which you play, the blessings waiting to be seen. How are others fitting into the space? How are you moving through space?
I often underestimate space, its existence and its importance and how it shifts depending on who or what occupies it in any given moment. Space is not static. We change it with our presence, our awareness, our gaze, our words, even our breath.
In a moment, you will leave this space, your new home, and dance in spaces with others. How does your space adapt to you? Observe how you adapt to the space and those within it.
How do I want to move through space? What about the space inside of me? The space inside of others?
Why is it important to cultivate spaciousness in our minds and hearts? How can we hold and flow with ease if we are full, if our minds and hearts are stuffed with what we consume, transmuting us into a dense and weighty object?
How am I breathing?