Easy Death

Oddly, I had just heard a preacher today on Youtube talking about how terrible a thing death is. Yet the true Christian faith teaches no such thing. So I thought to myself, that man doesn't have a clue what he is talking about. Several times when I have felt overwhelmed by all the "stuff" happening in this world and at my wits end with too many thoughts, I hear a gentle voice inside of me that says, "Nothing good will die". I'm thankful when I can hear that voice speak. It soothes my soul, quenches the anger that would consume me. I think anger has a purpose, as does death - to consume that which shall not be any more. I've not read the book below (yet), but I sure do like several of the quotes from within its pages...


"Death requires a loving, fearless, sorrowless, unangered volunteer of me. Death requires the feeling-heart's participation—enamored, self-forgetting, and without anticipation."

"Death is an un-selfing kind of wind — a sudden weather, any day. Death is the body's True fidelity to life, to love, and to Reality — regardless of the weather and the day."

"Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life. There has been endless time of numberless deaths, but neither consciousness nor life has ceased to arise. The felt quality and cycle to death has not modified the fragility of flowers, even the flowers within the human body."

"Therefore, one's understanding of consciousness and life must be turned to That Utter, Inclusive Truth, That Clarity and Wisdom, That Power and Untouchable Gracefulness, That One and Only Reality, this evidence suggests."

— Avatar Adi Da Samraj
from the Prologue to Easy Death

My Newest Hobbie . . . . B - i - K - i - N - G

I've been biking for exercise for about six weeks now and the benefits are undeniable: lower blood pressure, gradual weight loss, increased mental clarity, improved circulation, and firmer muscle tone. Now if I could find a way to go completely car-free and use my bike for all my local travel, I'd save a bundle of money and get in much better physical condition faster. So, I hope I can keep it up. It's good to be moving my body around again!

Dark Side

On its label
the honey was called
"Island of Moon".
I found it up on the second shelf
near the back,
to sweeten my cup of hot tea,
a beverage I only drink when I'm feeling
under the weather.
It was a much deeper amber than the usual
clover or orange blossom kinds I normally choose.
It's hue was deeper than scotch whiskey
drawn from an old barrel.
The taste, the look, the smell, and especially the name
made me think of the dark side
that space of obscurity
where I keep all my jagged thoughts hidden
as one who turns her face away from the sun
like the button-black centers of blood-red poppies
when they close themselves up at night.

Anne Bryant-Hamon 10.10.10