 All year thorns grimace
Suddenly, flowers appear Earth smiles. Summer's here.
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 I am reflected in the eyes of my enemy I am reflected in the eyes of my friend I am reflected in water and teardrops I am reflected in the thoughts that I send.  Sun is in the west, Roshi,
Birds are in their nest, Roshi, Moon is shining bright Everything's alright Time to say goodnight, Roshi. Stars are in the skies, Roshi, Close your sleepy eyes, Roshi. Moon is shining bright Everything's alright Time to say goodnight, Roshi. Everyone loves you, Roshi. Aachcha loves you too, Roshi. Moon is shining bright Everything's alright Time to say goodnight, Roshi. Time to say goodnight, Roshi. Goodnight, Roshi!!!  I was somewhere between 3 and 4 years old. Our parents had gone out. My older sister Asoki snuck me out of bed to go stargazing on the lawn. I had never seen the night sky before. I was blown away!
I could count to 10, so started counting the stars. Wow! There were waaaay more than 10 stars!!! Decades later, when I developed the Creative Holistic integration (CHI) system of self-care and self transformation, at the center was the Wholeness Exercise. I visualize that I am at the center of a black circle - a Mandala. I breathe slowly and deeply few times. On the last breath I exhale a burst in light from my heart into the black circle. It's the big bang! I create my universe of suns and planets. I see it like a giant night sky that I consciously create. I recognize myself as all of who I am that includes earth, sun and universe. For my doctoral dissertation I studied the effect of doing this. I found it to be a quick, easy and highly effective form of stress management. I now teach this to others who wish to learn, I can see that doing this helps them too. Interestingly, about 10 years ago I discovered that I am descended from astrologers who were also Ayurvedic physicians. I guess we've come full circle.  Snake in our garage. Spider crawling on our bed. Mountains and sunsets.   This year, on Mothers Day, the first rose appeared on one of the yellow bushes in my back yard. Roses remind me of my mother. Roses are the flower for June, her birth month. When cancer was draining the life out of her, she spent most of her time in bed. During this time, she decided to grow roses in pots on the balcony outside her room. She was not really the gardening type. When I asked her why this sudden interest, she replied that she always loved roses, but never really took the time to grow them before. Now that she was unable to do much else, she decided to take this chance to do some would give her joy. I was deeply touched that with the little energy she had left, she chose to do something so beautiful. My mother passed away in September 1979. My daughter, Saman, was born in October 1980. Years ago, for Mothers’ Day, she gave me one of those tiny potted tea roses that they sell in grocery stores. It was the first rose bush I ever planted in my garden in Vienna, VA, where I was living at the time. I now live in Santa Fe, NM. Last year, on Mothers Day, I bought a small red rose plant called True Love, and planted it in my back yard in honor of my mother. Last week, Saman texted me a picture of a gorgeous rose in her garden in Atlanta, GA. In her late thirties, she is doing what her grandmother didn’t until she was in her seventies, heading towards the end of her life. It touched me deeply, and brought tears of joy to my eyes. Below: Left: Saman's Rose Right: My True Love Rose
 Chipmunk blisses out
Standing on the li'l monk's head. Eats a nut in peace.  The lizard did not
Drop from Kokopelli's butt. Just crawled up the wall.  Hummingbirds are here.
Welcome magical creatures! I have been waiting.  What are these straight clouds?
Perhaps the question should be... Why do we not know? |
Suchinta Abhayaratna
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