Bran-Nu Moments

Some days
It’s like walking through a maze…

In a haze

Afraid
That you won’t get free
From the ways
Of a world not of your design.
Pessimistic seeds grow thick vines
That crawl, aggressively, through
All layers of the mind.
Gotta take the fruits,
Crush them under feet,
and make wine.

Ya know, nature is gentle.
Grafted from and evolved within nature,
You too … should be gentle.
Walking with the ancestral,
Natural world as cathedral,
The movement through this maze
Becomes a graceful prance
Through and with the unknown.

Transformative practice is meeting …
Not fleeing.
Greeting this shit with a smile
all the while,
Knowing, ‘this too shall pass’.
Integrate the fate … the weight
of this moment …

with love.

I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.

I am of the nature to have ill-health.
…There is no way to escape having ill-health.

I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.

All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.

My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.