Dont-Feed

Fear On The Run

Dont-FeedOn the eleventh of October,
when the leaves began to whirl,
The Fear planned an escape
from a Grounded Girl.

Her thighs were so rooted.
Earth connection quite solid
The Fear considered
her chakra too squalid.

The Fear said to its lover,
(The Doubt in her gut)
“This girl knows her rights
and kicks regrets in the butt!”

“Oh please”, said the Doubt
not convinced the least bit
“What next, will you tell me
She trusts quite a bit?”

“Why yes,” said the Fear,Dont_Feed_me“She most certainly does.
She’s accepting and centered and
breathes away Fuzz.”

“It’s the Passions, the Loves
who  fill her with Light!
No large tensions
or bloated Blames in sight!”

“Is she aware of her legs?
Is she steady and grounded?
Is her openness to Grace
alive and unbounded?”

“Yes, that’s the problem
I’m shrinking and skinny
and craving abrasive loud energy,
you ninny!”

“I crave thoughts of tension,
sudden threats of survival,
I’d even take worry of
times of arrival.”

“I’m making a run for it,
I might even get caught,
put behind bars
with the Shames and Distraughts”

“I need to find shelter
at the base of a spine,
a new first chakra:
a bit misaligned.”

“I’m willing to stay small
cute, cuddly, and silly.
just notice me, love me,
accept me, you nilly.”

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    Snowwhite{Tada drastuh svarupe vasthanam}
    Patanjali’s Sutra Chapter 1, verse 3
    Then the SEER abides in it own NATURE
    Surely, it’s meant to BE~

    To ABIDE in our own SPLENDOR~
    The mind must get real quiet;
    it needs to uncover the truth
    and go on a Cloud free Diet.

    No need to grasp for light
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    Let’s work with the muddled mind,
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    SNOW WHITE sings joyfully,
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    Birds and animals dance along
    And MiIRROR her BLISSFUL wattage.

    SNOW WHITE glistens KINDNESS,
    and undisturbed PURENESS,
    That exists at the core of her being
    Her true SELF, that’s for sureness.

    In yoga, we use our practice
    To support the removal of clouds~
    To ground into our inner brilliance
    And shine out free from the shrouds.

    “Just whistle while you work
    And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
    So hum a merry tune
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    Clasp your elbows behind your back
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    Bend steady your knees.
    Stay high up on tiptoes.
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    While you work to hold this pose!

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    And soon you’ll find you’re dancing to the tune

    When hearts are high the time will fly
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    Soften both sides of your throat and sigh.

    Sigh your throat back,
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    Place hands on your lap
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    Ground your thighs and feet,
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    May we whistle while we work.
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    May the sound that whistles tunes
    from within our deep heart’s abyss
    Ring loud and ring clear~
    OUR OWN TRUE NATURE IS BLISS!

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    The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

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    “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

    “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

    “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

    “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

    “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

    “I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.

    But the Skin Horse only smiled

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