Today is Wednesday. I just woke up and decided to paste three poems from my book here. the first poem is about my interest in how people get so very involved in their story that they actually believe they are there story. I wrote this poem while watching a busy human resource department staff stress out over stories, politics and rumors. When actually all I saw was people sitting at their desks.  

The second poem is about the silent whispering language that takes place when strangers or friends meet.  Its also about how we can take any object and look at it and go deep within the object, the more you hold it the deeper it goes. Weather it be the hand or mind that holds it.

The third poem then goes on about this wisdom in others you meet, the bridge that connects us all to each other. This happens a lot here on Gaia..... I enjoy the closeness of everyone.

Enjoy ... and soak these in slowly.

Mike


Stop Reading Your Story

Mind brings you to many places
There are great chapters in "your book"
Be the Reader of the book not the book
As the Reader see the transparency of the story
It shapes and molds to character not the Reader
Be the Reader and close the book of stories
These stories are the bricks to your walls
To bring you back to the Reader

Wisdom

That voice within all
With a thousand angles to show us
With a million ways to feel its depth
Always the teacher to remind us
Remind us of who we are and how deep we go
Wisdom plays a subtle song within all our meetings
Allowing us to see the purpose of our meeting
To see the canvas from the painting
The pause from the note
Wisdom is the thousand page book that opens up with
Each grain of sand
Revealing its lessons that we already know.

Meeting

I meet my Self in others
But others don't see it

Their Aliveness covered in thought
Those I meet speak two languages
One language of the mind and one of Silence
The latter required no words but carrier of our Self
Molding our words and allowing us to sit as Silence
No words spoken but plenty known
Nothing has to be accomplished in the meeting

This is simply the best healing advice one can give another. I may have posted these before but they are always worth a second look and re-minder. I hope they serve you well when reading......

(Poems from Selling Nails on the Beach - Mike Smith)

Time to Let Go

Let go, relax, rest your head on this pillow.
Just for this moment  do nothing

Become this silence and space

Listen to the subtle silence within everything

That silence is you
You are...... Being
You are....... Peace
You are........ Love
You are........ Joy
Feel your Self go out to all sound
Sit, be the stillness.... rest 
You are All

Letting Go

When you let go... you let grow
Its finally time to let go of all the things you feel you have to do.
Let go of all your worries.
Let go of all you feel you are holding up
It will be OK - you know That
Let It unfold naturally, the way you unfolded and came into this world
It was natural, no help from the mind
Rest into That which you are made of
Love, Peace , Silence, Clarity
 You know This, you feel This at times but continue to struggle  in pain
 It is time now to walk, listen and be different.
Let go of the drama, it will still be there but not within you.
Become That, follow me and watch the drama not live it
Peace is within you
Peace is You 

Today I spent the whole day looking into the eyes of everyone I passed. I bought gas, went to Dicks sporting good, went food shopping, conducted inservices in front of 15 nurses and passed many many strangers in all of these places.

I seek connection, a smile, a knowing, or even a friendly glance.

Sadly there were none in return

I feel as a charater in a play in which I know each moment as it is occuring and see the insignifigance of all moments. Energy moving as ripples and many selves lost in story.

So at the end of this day I am experiencing sadness and lonelyness.

No connections here today, each person I met was in their story, short glances to process information and incorporate them into their story was all I witnessed. Not one stopped and and was able to BE within my pleasant invitation.

The omega man was I

Tonight I sit alone, knowing all ....feeling ALL.....  yet al-ONE.

Helloooooo?

This too will pass as another story starts and I will go into character for fun... knowing... watching and looking ....for another to smile from the same HOME.

Most of what we end up living without  occurs through no control of our own. Just as the sun rises ... it also sets. Fleeting moments of life appear and then sink back into the soup of energy that they came from. 

Over the past two to three years I have learned to live without family. I have lost my mother, father, sister and brother and many friends all through various ways. Some have been through death, diseases such as strokes, and others are just parting of ways.

each of these losses opens up room for new people to appear and reflect a part of me that I can enjoy exploring. And for those great friends and family that I have lost... I  know their endless echo as it deepens this life.

Is not every moment  a coming and a going, a gain and a loss?

I await the sunshine and dance in the darkness... being the space of both.