Thoughts gallop like Wild Horses
Kicking up dust across the plains
Clouding my Mind
With doubts and fears
Unleashing chaos supreme.
In despair I stand,
At the fork on the road
Until Prana*, soothes each
With its quiet Power
Reigning them In.
The Light breaks out,
Wiping Darkness Away.
I Stand Tall, breathing deep
As my soul smiles
In Bliss.
*Prana is the Hindu equivalent of Chinese Qi and the Japanese Chi - the life force, usually present and controlled through our Breath.
With toes that look like peas in a pod
Your little fingers holding strong
Eyes of Innocence dreaming dreams
Your wholeness of being, Glows
Your tiny-ness exudes -
Promises of a better tomorrow
Excellence, brought through intentions
Adoration, for all that IS
Celebration, of Life
Existence in its Perfection.
You my little one are an embodiment of PEACE.
I am a great-grand-mother, to my own dismay. I did not think I would live to see 3 generations ahead of me. Life has been what Life is- a few mountains to climb, clear waters to enjoy the swim, thorns along the way and lots of learning everyday. I have been in awe and in disgust of the changes that have happened during this time. Yes, times have changed and change is good.
I look on in quiet disapproval of the lazy, ungrateful generation. I understand I am past the age of Resistance, yet I wonder if somehow it was an error in our generation to try and make life easy for our kids. We tried to make them work less and now most shun work and have what they call the "Monday Morning blues". Shouldn't we be glad for the work? What would we achieve if all we wanted was Eternal Vacation? We tried to provide for their "wants" so that they wouldn't feel the disappointment we did when we were kids, but now they have no distinction between a want and a need. We made sure they had the opportunity in learning to read, write and think so that they live balanced lives but today they think all the time instead of getting things done, they call it "Planning". When we talked of family- it included our parents, siblings, our children and their children, but today these have become "Extended families" each wanting to be "Nuclear".
I understand I don't have a long walk to the door of death and that I should have no regrets, yet against all my will to be positive, I regret that I have not been able to pass on the wisdom of all the generations until Me. I wish I had done things differently with respect to the kids. Maybe I still have time enough to teach my great-grand-children the virtues of good speech, of listening more than talking, of appropriate behaviour, of consideration for others around them, of being able to think about "we and ours" more instead of "I and Mine", of taking care of the earth and of the peace and confidence earned from Hard Work.
Willing Myself the Power to Make them Listen, I rest in quietude.
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