Come fly with me
Bonjour, comment ca'va? I'm writing from France at a meditation retreat located 3 hours north of Paris in the countryside at an old castle with a moat and two tarots. It is very cold here and yet perfect, everything French is excellent. I love it. Walking in the pine forest was the first time since I left New Zealand that I didn't want to go home. Here are some reflections and poems on my experience at the meditation retreat:
Be in the container of your happiness. The mirror of dharma in knowing emptiness and space. To come to a sense of true joy that no one can take. In your perfect peaceful mind regardless of whether external conditions are good or not good be in the essence and nature of yourself. Know your nature and what makes it sing your passion that you never give up on—pushing your boundaries beyond the comforts beyond the constraints that the world yokes on you and be excellent. Chase your dreams fearlessly. Birds might only want to find food, where you long for more, and to go higher with yourself to be all you can be and more. This is all there is.
Poem
Come fly with me
leave your objects behind
detach from yourself
your realities
from everything
that feeds your mind
the colours
the forms
the shapes.
Meet me in the dream space
between the nest of your sleep
and the next place
go beyond your boundaries
to do something worthwhile
unforgettable
in pursuit of passion
of two imperfect souls
gliding higher and faster
than ever before.
New Poem
In the mirror of
formless
shapeless
reflection
is a fragile
dance of knowing
and not knowing
the self and the other
the space where you
meet your own
imperfect soul and
misunderstanding
in communion,
seeing only
the worst
the fears
your inadequate
in the silence
in the distance
between us
polarised
unfiltered
thought
skipping the beats
in the music of eternity
to exist only in
the elysian
of your own
glory.
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