"Coming Home to Buddha - coming home to your True Self"... Becoming your own Best
friend 1st. Kindly, Gently, Warmly...this is what meditation
facilitates. Would one wish to fool or neglect one's own Best Friend?!?...
Zen (& other Meditation practices, I believe...) is the daily
practice of facing yourself, being honest with & liking self (even when you wish to
escape the world or fool yourself during meditation...) That's the basic Practice, Just Be intimate w/whatever you're feeling when Sitting ... : ) no judgment.
While in the Discipline of Meditation, its the Effort of One's
Devotion,
we get back what we give...for one's own Awakening.
As per our
Teacher Tenshin Reb's "Being Upright" book.
Better yet, following the
steps of Meditation helps us choose the right steps in life...
the
Awakening comes from our effort ; ) Why any daily Meditation is valuable.
Namaste', Norma
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
WORD ART CORNER: STRONGER THAN THE LIE...You Are Not Alone!
STRONGER THAN THE LIE…You Are Not Alone! By N.D. Rodriguez 2/3/14
(Inspired by Chely Wright…and for all LGBT & Straight Friends ♥)
Fear is real, Being True Self…
In a world, built so black and white.
If there’s no safe place to Be...
Or friendly folks to say you’re alright.
Building a life in a house, that’s not your true home.
Though safe from outside harm, the lie is in every room
As your heart keeps drowning…
The stronger you grip a secret, you’ve hidden all your life…
Just to make it in Memphis, reach that Grand Ole Opry stage,
Feel the bright lights on your face, to sing songs from your heart.
They love you, they adore you. But your secret…
That country, church, community, career
Say is so wrong and sinful.
So much love, light and music, in the wrong direction,
You gave from your heart, to be liked, to lift them up.
A love you deeply needed, to carry you out…
To save your true life, a lonely painful secret, for so long.
So much hard work to throw away…
So pushing away true secret love won.
Pushed you further into the lie, spiraling down,
So far down the dark end of a secret, you did not know,
Reaching rock bottom, could feel so alone.
A test of inner faith, more than you know.
Feeling so weak, scared, ashamed,
Shutting down your heart, time and again…
Instead of staying with her sweet love you so needed.
Backed yourself into a corner of no return,
Facing life or death in the darkness of your lie,
Only one thing left to reach for…
That gun in your mouth, so dark and cold…
As your life flashes by, the ones you love so dear,
All the lies, shame and tears…how did you get here?
You paused…that still space between fear and love…
Darkness and light, death or life…
A moment of Grace…real love in your life, heart and soul
So much bigger than we know…so much stronger than the lie.
Your soul began pounding on your heart’s door!
You opened your eyes, not alone anymore…
First thing you asked, God lift me from this place!
Show the way out…Peace of mind from your Grace!
No sooner words spoken, flooding warmth poured down upon you!
Washing your worries clean, knowing full well God bent down to hold you.
Unfolding upon you, a Love greater than your troubles…
You asked from your heart… and God came closer.
Your life’s blessed purpose just begun!
The love of a life partner, a new special woman, to come.
Now a beautiful path still unfolding, living closer to your truth.
The like and love you sought outside you…
Really begins inside you. Whole women, men, human.
Accepting, liking, loving, embracing self first…
Not what’s expected of women in the past,
Fitting a mold instead of your Truth… NO!
LGBT or Straight…LOVE TRUE YOU FIRST!!!
And the TRUE rest will follow
THE BEGINNING : ) ...Love is All Around Us
Reach Out, You are so loved and never alone!!!
(Inspired by Chely Wright…and for all LGBT & Straight Friends ♥)
Fear is real, Being True Self…
In a world, built so black and white.
If there’s no safe place to Be...
Or friendly folks to say you’re alright.
Building a life in a house, that’s not your true home.
Though safe from outside harm, the lie is in every room
As your heart keeps drowning…
The stronger you grip a secret, you’ve hidden all your life…
Just to make it in Memphis, reach that Grand Ole Opry stage,
Feel the bright lights on your face, to sing songs from your heart.
They love you, they adore you. But your secret…
That country, church, community, career
Say is so wrong and sinful.
So much love, light and music, in the wrong direction,
You gave from your heart, to be liked, to lift them up.
A love you deeply needed, to carry you out…
To save your true life, a lonely painful secret, for so long.
So much hard work to throw away…
So pushing away true secret love won.
Pushed you further into the lie, spiraling down,
So far down the dark end of a secret, you did not know,
Reaching rock bottom, could feel so alone.
A test of inner faith, more than you know.
Feeling so weak, scared, ashamed,
Shutting down your heart, time and again…
Instead of staying with her sweet love you so needed.
Backed yourself into a corner of no return,
Facing life or death in the darkness of your lie,
Only one thing left to reach for…
That gun in your mouth, so dark and cold…
As your life flashes by, the ones you love so dear,
All the lies, shame and tears…how did you get here?
You paused…that still space between fear and love…
Darkness and light, death or life…
A moment of Grace…real love in your life, heart and soul
So much bigger than we know…so much stronger than the lie.
Your soul began pounding on your heart’s door!
You opened your eyes, not alone anymore…
First thing you asked, God lift me from this place!
Show the way out…Peace of mind from your Grace!
No sooner words spoken, flooding warmth poured down upon you!
Washing your worries clean, knowing full well God bent down to hold you.
Unfolding upon you, a Love greater than your troubles…
You asked from your heart… and God came closer.
Your life’s blessed purpose just begun!
The love of a life partner, a new special woman, to come.
Now a beautiful path still unfolding, living closer to your truth.
The like and love you sought outside you…
Really begins inside you. Whole women, men, human.
Accepting, liking, loving, embracing self first…
Not what’s expected of women in the past,
Fitting a mold instead of your Truth… NO!
LGBT or Straight…LOVE TRUE YOU FIRST!!!
And the TRUE rest will follow
THE BEGINNING : ) ...Love is All Around Us
For Those In Need: PLEASE REACH
OUT, You are not alone.
Whether God,
Whatever Faith, Crisis Shelter, 911, True Family or Friend… Reach Out, You are so loved and never alone!!!
Saturday, February 1, 2014
WORD ART CORNER: SWEET FRIEND, IN LOVING MEMORY...
SWEET FRIEND, IN LOVING MEMORY...
By N.D. Rodriguez Copyrights 1/31/13
Golden smile, all worthwhile…
When her eyes lit up…
Inside, out, so true and sweet.
Heart of gold, quick to laugh.
We were young, silly, care free.
Wish I knew you better though…
But your smile and sparkling eyes
Still remember, that warmth in your soul.
The 3 Amigas, a moment in time.
Summer fun, little butterflies.
Flit and fluttering all about,
New friends on the block.
From house to house,
Around the corner, up the hill...
Our safe playground for now.
Suspend time, if only, from what lay ahead…
If we could only, the ripples of change
And horrid things to come.
Add that shaky window tween Junior High
And High School, doggone emotional potholes.
Her new home, interim happy haven.
What we didn’t know beyond innocence…
About each other, the past…the future.
Why it mattered, how could anybody know or imagine?
We wouldn’t understand, never explained for years.
What damage was done, would be done.
Unthinkable, unimaginable violations, violent evil.
No one to really explain…evil, ever.
To the young back then, a different time.
What made you run away over and over?
What was your real story, secret demons?
Your home so warm and welcoming...
This one who adored your Mother like a mother.
Your family never knew what was being kindly given.
To another young person in need,
Her own painful secret, pothole journey just begun.
For all God’s love teaches and heals,
Such tremendous beauty, wonder and goodness
We do find in each other and our world…
The courageous resiliency of all survivors
And our capacity to love, trust, have faith in, again…
One can never fully comprehend why, how another
Can do bodily harm or murder another.
Especially young, vulnerable, innocent, troubled souls.
You will not be forgotten, dear precious Stacy Ann.
They can take the body…but never, never the Soul.
SCORE -
Good People: Infinity x Infinity
Bad Seeds: Negative Zero x Black Hole
(Maybe not so Zen but very Human…)
Still, yes...God Forgive Them Their Trespasses...
but earned only by repentance and rehabilitation.
Sorry, just will never understand true evil.
By N.D. Rodriguez Copyrights 1/31/13
Golden smile, all worthwhile…
When her eyes lit up…
Inside, out, so true and sweet.
Heart of gold, quick to laugh.
We were young, silly, care free.
Wish I knew you better though…
But your smile and sparkling eyes
Still remember, that warmth in your soul.
The 3 Amigas, a moment in time.
Summer fun, little butterflies.
Flit and fluttering all about,
New friends on the block.
From house to house,
Around the corner, up the hill...
Our safe playground for now.
Suspend time, if only, from what lay ahead…
If we could only, the ripples of change
And horrid things to come.
Add that shaky window tween Junior High
And High School, doggone emotional potholes.
Her new home, interim happy haven.
What we didn’t know beyond innocence…
About each other, the past…the future.
Why it mattered, how could anybody know or imagine?
We wouldn’t understand, never explained for years.
What damage was done, would be done.
Unthinkable, unimaginable violations, violent evil.
No one to really explain…evil, ever.
To the young back then, a different time.
What made you run away over and over?
What was your real story, secret demons?
Your home so warm and welcoming...
This one who adored your Mother like a mother.
Your family never knew what was being kindly given.
To another young person in need,
Her own painful secret, pothole journey just begun.
For all God’s love teaches and heals,
Such tremendous beauty, wonder and goodness
We do find in each other and our world…
The courageous resiliency of all survivors
And our capacity to love, trust, have faith in, again…
One can never fully comprehend why, how another
Can do bodily harm or murder another.
Especially young, vulnerable, innocent, troubled souls.
You will not be forgotten, dear precious Stacy Ann.
They can take the body…but never, never the Soul.
SCORE -
Good People: Infinity x Infinity
Bad Seeds: Negative Zero x Black Hole
(Maybe not so Zen but very Human…)
Still, yes...God Forgive Them Their Trespasses...
but earned only by repentance and rehabilitation.
Sorry, just will never understand true evil.
Friday, January 10, 2014
NORMA's BUDDHIST WORDS CORNER
Gentle, Kindness & Warmth...
"Warm, Kind Hearts & Gentle Minds"... not to be so hard on ourselves.
Better understanding why the Buddha smiles.
"Warm, Kind Hearts & Gentle Minds"... not to be so hard on ourselves.
Better understanding why the Buddha smiles.
Friday, December 20, 2013
NEW LYRIC CORNER: LUNA - L98 (Supernatural Friends) By NDR
LUNA- L98 (Supernatural Friends) by N.D. Rodriguez 11.26.13 Written/Arrangements.
Inspired by “THE WHALE” 2012 Documentary &
Bob Dylan Lyric story telling.
V1
Luna, the Orca, just a Big Kid.
Charming ocean child…Wanting to play, make contact
Find family, just be friends…No fear of anyone or thing.
Left behind by chance, destiny or timely evolution…
To open hearts of many…timely evolution.
1st Nation People knew…The Spirit of his Mission’s truth.
(Native drumming begins w/ rock or folk guitar)
CHORUS:
Luna swim, dance… Free the spirit of man
Breach, soar out from water to air
Break chained minds, stone hearts
So spirit can grow…Clear above and beyond
What blinds their Sight and Soul.
Spirit Dance of Ancient Orcas…1st Nations Sing
Teaching what cannot be seen.
This Thing we call Friendship, Is Bigger than we know.
So much bigger than we know.
(native drums w/Rock guitar solo)
V2
1st Nation traditions of Nutkah Sound,
Chief Ambrose foretold his arrival before dying.
Little Orca L98, born in 1999.
Alone with his Mother, an unsual way
Millions of years, humans & Orcas yet to meet.
Only recent desire to connect,
By accident or timely evolution? Accident or evolution?
BRIDGE
Play, pet, speak to me…Open your heart to me.
I’m your Friend, Brother of the Sea
Never in the wild have I hurt you,
Only come to you for company & friendship.
1st Nations know me, 1000s of years here.
Across the greatness of time
Because of what we shared
I crossed that wall divide
Both needing family and friends,
In solitude we are incomplete
When you look into my eyes, you see my intent…
Of a fully conscious life. Looking into time,
Edge of the unknown.
Music/ Drum interlude
V3
Across the greatness of time, He crossed that wall divide.
Millions of years apart, this chance meeting,
Our shared neuron of the brain connects…
as they fight over what to do w/you
This Thing we call Friendship…is bigger than we know.
Still you trust them as they let you suffer
Just because you are trying to be their friend…
In the end, as Luna taught us, just by who he was.
This thing we call friendship, Is bigger than we know.
Supernatural Friendships, so much bigger than we know.
REPEAT CHORUS to end
V1
Luna, the Orca, just a Big Kid.
Charming ocean child…Wanting to play, make contact
Find family, just be friends…No fear of anyone or thing.
Left behind by chance, destiny or timely evolution…
To open hearts of many…timely evolution.
1st Nation People knew…The Spirit of his Mission’s truth.
(Native drumming begins w/ rock or folk guitar)
CHORUS:
Luna swim, dance… Free the spirit of man
Breach, soar out from water to air
Break chained minds, stone hearts
So spirit can grow…Clear above and beyond
What blinds their Sight and Soul.
Spirit Dance of Ancient Orcas…1st Nations Sing
Teaching what cannot be seen.
This Thing we call Friendship, Is Bigger than we know.
So much bigger than we know.
(native drums w/Rock guitar solo)
V2
1st Nation traditions of Nutkah Sound,
Chief Ambrose foretold his arrival before dying.
Little Orca L98, born in 1999.
Alone with his Mother, an unsual way
Millions of years, humans & Orcas yet to meet.
Only recent desire to connect,
By accident or timely evolution? Accident or evolution?
BRIDGE
Play, pet, speak to me…Open your heart to me.
I’m your Friend, Brother of the Sea
Never in the wild have I hurt you,
Only come to you for company & friendship.
1st Nations know me, 1000s of years here.
Across the greatness of time
Because of what we shared
I crossed that wall divide
Both needing family and friends,
In solitude we are incomplete
When you look into my eyes, you see my intent…
Of a fully conscious life. Looking into time,
Edge of the unknown.
Music/ Drum interlude
V3
Across the greatness of time, He crossed that wall divide.
Millions of years apart, this chance meeting,
Our shared neuron of the brain connects…
as they fight over what to do w/you
This Thing we call Friendship…is bigger than we know.
Still you trust them as they let you suffer
Just because you are trying to be their friend…
In the end, as Luna taught us, just by who he was.
This thing we call friendship, Is bigger than we know.
Supernatural Friendships, so much bigger than we know.
REPEAT CHORUS to end
Thursday, November 7, 2013
WORD ART CORNER: Lost by NDR
LOST by N.D. Rodriguez *Copyrights 10/19/12
Lost herself for a while,
not by accident, for survival.
Didn’t know how lost
how long it would take.
To find herself again, though safe…
but hidden half alive
in the shadows of herself and others.
But The Others were looking out for her
as much as is seemed to her
she was alone or knew what she was doing.
There were signs to guide & light the way.
Not knowing why, so long…
how long, so alone she would stay.
Stuck between inherited and genetic history
of oppression and liberation.
Lifetimes ago…
Persecuted, tortured & burnt
for inner higher knowing.
Speaking out, healing, giving
sharing Higher Knowing.
Church Fathers and their crusading inquisitions
tormented, hunted & killed
Enlightened Innocents, with no need of middlemen
between self and God… so went the struggle.
Oh the deceptive corruptive power
of long ugly arms and hearts in the name of God.
Across time and space, if we let it,
It will still seep into idle hands and apathetic minds.
Fearful, hateful minds.
As is staying lost, another way of hiding…
Not so unappealing…
For what awaits awakened enlightenment precepts.
The Gentle Minds, Warm Heart Compassion Warriors.
Direct line to God, the Buddha Mind, Holy Spirit, Angels
and Eternal Truths…
Not to fight right or wrong
Or Shame you to Hell...
But to say we are the same deep down…
In Forgiveness and Healing the space between hatred & fear
With Warm Hearts and Gentle minds.
Staying Lost is no longer her option.
Namaste'
Lost herself for a while,
not by accident, for survival.
Didn’t know how lost
how long it would take.
To find herself again, though safe…
but hidden half alive
in the shadows of herself and others.
But The Others were looking out for her
as much as is seemed to her
she was alone or knew what she was doing.
There were signs to guide & light the way.
Not knowing why, so long…
how long, so alone she would stay.
Stuck between inherited and genetic history
of oppression and liberation.
Lifetimes ago…
Persecuted, tortured & burnt
for inner higher knowing.
Speaking out, healing, giving
sharing Higher Knowing.
Church Fathers and their crusading inquisitions
tormented, hunted & killed
Enlightened Innocents, with no need of middlemen
between self and God… so went the struggle.
Oh the deceptive corruptive power
of long ugly arms and hearts in the name of God.
Across time and space, if we let it,
It will still seep into idle hands and apathetic minds.
Fearful, hateful minds.
As is staying lost, another way of hiding…
Not so unappealing…
For what awaits awakened enlightenment precepts.
The Gentle Minds, Warm Heart Compassion Warriors.
Direct line to God, the Buddha Mind, Holy Spirit, Angels
and Eternal Truths…
Not to fight right or wrong
Or Shame you to Hell...
But to say we are the same deep down…
In Forgiveness and Healing the space between hatred & fear
With Warm Hearts and Gentle minds.
Staying Lost is no longer her option.
Namaste'
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
WORD ART CORNER: Golden Silence ny NDR
GOLDEN SILENCE by N.D. Rodriguez
Copyrights 10/9/11 (in honor of an eternal friendship)
Her answers are so gentle silent.
On a frequency only I can hear.
The wave of knowing
Reaches my inner eye
The smile of recognition
Understanding wisdom beyond years
A language only our souls can hear.
So easy and gentle to hold this balance
A God sent closeness meant for healing only.
Though scared and scarred, hard to face the mirror
The struggle and fear released will lead to healing.
Being in this place of knowing…
Safe and sound, gentle trusting souls.
At times what binds us to another…
Cannot be fully described or defined…
As made up of many true & confused feelings
Past, present, future entwine.
Rich woven complex emotional textures
That make a heart and soul align…
Was it a parents passing away
A sadness in their souls…
A history shared of survivors
Or passion for art, music, spirit work,
nature things & children (of flesh & fur)...
So much mutual context, compassion.
Foundation of unspoken understandings.
That gently, joyfully, spiritually bind these souls.
Golden Silent Beings, meant for healing.
God sent...Namaste'.
Made whole <3
Copyrights 10/9/11 (in honor of an eternal friendship)
Her answers are so gentle silent.
On a frequency only I can hear.
The wave of knowing
Reaches my inner eye
The smile of recognition
Understanding wisdom beyond years
A language only our souls can hear.
So easy and gentle to hold this balance
A God sent closeness meant for healing only.
Though scared and scarred, hard to face the mirror
The struggle and fear released will lead to healing.
Being in this place of knowing…
Safe and sound, gentle trusting souls.
At times what binds us to another…
Cannot be fully described or defined…
As made up of many true & confused feelings
Past, present, future entwine.
Rich woven complex emotional textures
That make a heart and soul align…
Was it a parents passing away
A sadness in their souls…
A history shared of survivors
Or passion for art, music, spirit work,
nature things & children (of flesh & fur)...
So much mutual context, compassion.
Foundation of unspoken understandings.
That gently, joyfully, spiritually bind these souls.
Golden Silent Beings, meant for healing.
God sent...Namaste'.
Made whole <3
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