Thankful, 2016

I am thankful for adversity.
For evil so naked
it gives me strength to fight,
exhausted as I am.

I am thankful for allies.
For surprising support from
unexpected places,
rising from the wreckage.

I am thankful for sight.
For all media, all recordings, all
memories immortalized and broadcast,
so we can truly see.

I am thankful for love.
For brothers and sisters of all kinds,
lifting each other up to
reach the unattainable.

And I am thankful for you.
For sharing this journey
and for always striving
to walk in the light.

Blessings Upon Us All

Blesseatitudes

Blesseatitudes

24 Dec 2011 | Posted by Surya Das | 1 Comment.

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Holiday Prayers & Wishes from Lama Surya Das
Winter Solstice, December 2011

B
lessed are the flexible, for they shall not get bent out of shape.
Blessed are the patient, for they shall be waited on and attended to.
Blessed are the generous, for they shall receive abundantly.
Blessed are the grateful, for their life shall always be bountiful.
Blessed are the wise, for they know not in excess.
Blessed are the lovers, for love is theirs for the asking.
Blessed are the healers, for their world and they too shall be healed and well.
Blessed are those who listen, for they shall be heard and understood.
Blessed are those who choose to be kind rather than right, for they shall have long-lasting beautiful relationships.
Blessed are those mates who have made two lives as one.
Blessed are the open-minded and warmhearted, for they shall receive all they need.
Blessed are the learners, for they shall be edified and fulfilled.
Blessed are those who know how to receive as well as to give, for inexhaustible richness is theirs.
Blessed are the goodhearted, for they shall live long and harmoniously.
Blessed are the curious, for wonderment is theirs.
Blessed are the awakeful, for they shall see things as they are.
Blessed are those who don’t know it all, for they shall discover truth through doubt and inquiry.
Blessed are those without many expectations and appointments, for they shall not be disappointed.
Blessed are the content, for they have arrived and shall be completed.
Blessed are the underdogs, for their loyalty and purity shall be rewarded in all walks of life.
Blessed are those who need little for they shall find simplicity and ease.
Blessed are the forthright, for they shall right the world and speak truth to power in love.
Blessed are the altruists, for they shall usher in the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the leaders who inculcate leadership instead of followership.
Blessed are the servants, for they shall be served and attended to.
Blessed are the pray-ers, for life is fragile, fleeting, precious and needs to be handled with prayer.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall find peace and well being.
Blessed are the joyful for joy and happiness is theirs.
Blessed are the co-meditators, for they shall arrive together.
Blessed are the first rays of the morning, for they bring the gift of awakening.
Blessed are those who notice, for they shall find small delights around every corner.
Blessed is the reader who brings the writer’s creativity alive.
Blessed are the first light rays of each morning, for they convey the gift of awakening.
Blessed is this life we share together; handle with prayer!
Blessed be.
Blessed is.
Blessed does.

Complete

Shabbat Shalom!

Cytherean Dreams

We’re told as children
that Shalom means
Peace
or a way to say
Hello. Goodbye.
But I learned here,
in my home,
in my shul,
that instead Shalom
means Complete.
Shalom means
at rest
with holy Oneness.
Shalom means
Wholeness
and Fulfillment.
Shalom means
Peace flowing,
from not needing
to search for Good,
search for God any longer,
because we have found
Shalom here,
in our homes and our shuls
with each other, our
spiritual sisters and brothers.
Shabbat Shalom
we all say to each other.
And now we know what we mean.
May your search for God,
for Completeness and Wholeness
be fulfilled on this Sabbath day.

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Monastery

Before you, he said
with a wry grin and wide
honest but still playful eyes
I was in a monastery.
I was a monk, cloistered
from the world, and
no woman captured my heart
or stole my smile
or lay grinning, naked with me
or held me, before you.
I was in a monastery, he joked.
And of course, so was I.
But the pictures and the scars
from our imagined other lives
we lived, before meeting,
tell a different story.
The people we still love and
the baggage we still carry is
sometimes, too honest.
Let’s keep it simple.
Let’s keep it sweet.
Before you, it was a monastery
because before you, I was caged
and you have set my heart free.

The Quiet

I loved the quiet, most days.
It would wrap around me, soft and moist
rich with imagined dreams
as I searched, hoping
to find my prince, my future.
Or it would console me
as I cried hot painful tears
of longing and forbidden love.
The quiet was my only friend, some days.
But what was is no longer what is,
and I’m glad to see the quiet
limp away from my doorway, to find
another soul who needs a friend.

Interfaith

I think of you in Torah class
studying the rabbi’s commentaries
and spinning meanings from
ancient, foreign words.

I think of you in Shabbat services
singing melodies of praise
to our God of lovingkindness
grateful for the fate brought me you.

I think of you at our temple parties
as we dance and eat and gossip
mixing faith with friendship,
our children laughing nearby.

I think of you, even though
you weren’t brought here by faith or birth.
But you are one of us, a part of me.
You have been and will be there, being you.

Thank you
for showing my importance to you
for your willingness to take part
for your faith in me.