Equanimous

The oceans swell

The winds blow 

Fierce, soft, stormy 

All at the same time 

And I swoosh and sway

Unable to stay

Equanimous 

Sometimes to the right 

Sometimes I’m more leftist 

Always, on one side or the other 

Two sides of the same coin 

Alluding of the duality

That makes this reality 

That makes me react 

To this and to that 

And I struggle to be

Equanimous 

I get sucked in 

I get pulled in 

I loose track of the awareness 

That I am not this stir within 

Or without 

The fire  burns in my heart 

Both hot and cold

Disrupting and erupting 

Unable to hold still and remain 

Equanimous 

This strife 

This struggle 

This holding on and letting go 

Cycle after cycle 

Keeping me away from Me

Muddled in obscurity 

Till the lens of the veil lifts 

And there’s nothing after all 

No action, no reaction 

Just a flow of endless being 

And I become who I always am

Equanimous 

There Are No Coincidences in Life

This post is going to be extremely short and sweet.

This weekend my lesson was very simple. There is no coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. 

And there is always a lesson in the reason. 

Ask why? If you thought of a friend, and that friend contacted you, ask why? What did this person say to you? What was the message? 

Look out for answers in patterns. If you continuously see a pattern - numbers or words, or names or places show up unprecedently, maybe there is a reason for you to figure out what they mean and what they're pointing you toward. 

We can continue to live our lives without acknowledging the existence of subtle messages sent to us by the universe ( for lack of a better word) or we can choose to try and look into these signs for answers, for clarity, and direction. 

I read somewhere that if you had a question and you put it out into the universe - to God, to a religious figure, a saint, an angel, an archangel - the answer or the sign can come to you in a magazine, a book, a movie dialogue. The key is to keep our eyes and ears open. And to always always ask - what is the lesson in this for me? What is this saying to me? 

And you shall be told. 

Rather strange that this comes up now. My first story about signs was the story of a little girl who wanted God to make it snow on Christmas. As the year ends, it's the time for rebirth and new beginnings. Look out for what is coming your way...