11-11-11, A Binary Day- next one is on 1-1-2100

‎11-11-11; this is the long awaited date when prayers and meditation on the postive, will open energy channels that create an interconnectedness and lovingkindness that will embrace the globe. Many millions will manifest a -never before experienced- power through spiritual activities and thoughts. May you find time to sit, breathe and fill every moment of this day with beauty and hope.

Today's plans were rich with mindful activities design to nourish my being.  I know that the only thing anyone has to offer another human being, ever, is their own state of being. Each person needs to be at peace so they can offer that peace to each person they meet.

I took a mindful walk upon a labyrinth. Walking Meditation is best taken,  meant to be taken, with bare feet. My feet are bare, ready. 

A Meditative, Mindful walk is taken by taking slow, very, very, slow steps. One step, slowly, then another. When one first begins, you'll see you feel off balance like a child learning to walk for the first time. Wefeel unsure of our steps because we usually walk at a quicker pace. When walking Mindfully we feel connection to the Earth; we are aware and really feel the Earth under our feet. We think of our in and out breath and when thoughts come we acknowledge them but we let them go and  go back to focus on our breath. When taking a Mindful walk often one may repeat a universal mantra such as: I pray for a world where compassion and love reign with supreme importance-- or just focus on the natural, easy, natural rhythm of the breath.

Before my Mindful walk, I place objects of significance to me on a bench which I use to make an alter in front of the path to the Labyrinth. A six foot stone wall makes a waterfall which sprays and tumbles into a pool; its surrounded by vines clinging to berried trees. I lay mala beads, an amethst geode, alongside several other gems; malachite, citrine... a mediation bell.

I wrote.

The Altar

Objects, not to covet
but to consider.
Energy from meditation
places, memories, and prayer
are set before a Labyrinth.
 I will take mindful walking steps
creating thoughts of lovingkindness,
compassion and ideas to nourish all
souls.
The water is falling upon itself
beckoning a cleansing, a renewal,
playfulness that captures the spirit
of children laughing.  The tears of elders
who remember rich memories.
Assured not to reach 1-1-2100
yet they know there is another realm;
their hearts are joyous.
The dance of 1,1,1,1,1,1
is eternal and bright.

I began my mindful walk through the Labyrinth.
All Labyrinth walks end in its center.
I waited, one minute, for the clock to read 11:11.
I spoke to my higher power, My God, my Jesus,
Buddhas spirit. May we all be happy, May we live with ease...
Afterward, a short drive along beautiful Sanibel Island.
I savored a tasty lunch with a dear friend.
We sat on a gorgeous beach
and we took smiling pictures
of each other
and the beauty of our surroundings.

What a Glorious Day.

Work Excuse

I'm working so much lately
that I have no time to write.
Data entry all day
and nothing at night.
It's Sunday today
and I have canvas and paint
That's why my words here
are empty and faint.
Yet, I've explained
why my entries are lacking
here on my blog
which I'm attacking
with this very bad poem
because I'm a lackey.
Work isn't a choice;
its less money than I need.
I'd like to blog all day long
have an entry per day,
with practice
my writing surely
wouldn't be so frightening.
So that's my excuse
for not blogging away
I just don't have enough time
 in any of my days.
.

The Visitor

Dead a year ago last Monday
didn't cry to the following
Sunday.
I thought about one day,
hours from her death
when I ran away.
The doctor said she took a fall.
She was shrieking-my mother
who endured pain for me and with me.
I could hear her moans before I stood
in front of her hospital door.
I moved only my head to see her
 as they circled me to show their
own sympathetic, worried faces as
they told me she had fallen in the night.
I turned and scurried, stumbling,
frantic to push out the double doors.
I regret not running in to her room.
Perhaps, I think, if I placed my hand
 on her forehead, or held her hand
if she was cognizent, it could have
lessened her fear or made her pain
bearable; just knowing she wasn't alone.
Instead I bolted in the opposite direction.
Crying, making phone calls to help lessen my pain.
Now, forevermore I will remember
my self-focused action that day
that visit me today.

Compassion is Socialism

A commission to implore each of us
 to see that having global reach
is the right thing to do;
"whatsoever you do for the least of them
you do for me."
A heart which insists
on giving equally to all beings,
with an insistance that reaches
beyond family.
Humans are guarenteed to be enriched
by insuring the comfort of others.
A world or nation asked to be compelled
to lend  their time, talent, and resources
falls on deaf politics.
Not one resting in the fact
that you reap the society you sow.

What's wrong with money spread equally
for food, shelter, medicine?
They speak of decreased quality
without evidence.
Willing hearts
a self promise to remain mindful of others
is what it would take.
A gentle, caring, thoughtful world
is impossible with selfish
and judgemental lines like:
" Let them earn their own money;
They're all lazy;
I want a better car
and bigger house
and better things than my neighbor." 

One human emotion kindled
-compassion-
would heal the whole world.

 The philosophy
of human kindness 
is called socialism
and would be bad
for the greedy country.

How can humans watch, listen and feel
the suffering and not want everyone to eat
and be able to go to the doctor
and have shelter?
Why do humans want to live in a country
where giving to
charities is the standard
and having a nation with a charitible nature
is not desirable?








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Prayer for World Without Art

People! I beg you,

open your eyes.

Realize, wake up,

accept that

a completed work

 an idea

is reliant on togetherness;

recognizing the necessity of

our interdependence.

Ideological beliefs

break frames- they are

unaccepting notions which

scatter and strangle

all possibilities of beauty,

 spirituality and peace.

Never a compromise

means no halfway

no connection

no balance

not a grain of selflessness

nor an indication of bending.

Only a firm and rigid intolerance,

 inconsideration

for color or culture; nor

each person's poverty or illness.

Varying hues, some vibrantly different

thoughts which loosely

stitch the world

into disconnected sounds, segments

that make nothing on their own;

pieces that shout what needs to be done.

Yet, nothing sewn into a complete

work of Art.

A publicized, 24 hour media

fists and fires on the streets-

pictures  and people that

ask and tell---

yet nothing to show,

nothing to show!

We don't need to imagine

the Artless World,

a world without art,

where all things are said

and nothing is done.

Please undo what is;

quilt us together

as one composition,

full of problems and differences

yet unselfishly residing,

under the flattering, natural

 lights of the sun and the moon.

Illuminate our textures as

part of the whole.