Friday, December 16

one morning after an evening

Puddles of Black
with stars
A Mid-Street Kiss
behind the wheel

Places for Pouring Out
Souls

Monday, May 2

Calling Peace by Other Names

As a non-T.V. watcher who is currently viewing some generic programming to overcome some serious jet lag I have been out of the loop with "breaking news." I have also been significantly removed from the rhetoric of international conflict and anti-terrorism. I've been studying mindfulness, practicing relinquishing control of the fruitless struggle to impose my will on the way my life unfolds. The announcement of Osama Bin Laden's death and how it was communicated to the world.

Clearly calmness of mind and the intention for peace were certainly not what was inspired yesterday evening. It was not the purpose of the Breaking News. The drastic and almost panicked broadcast of Osama Bin Laden's death conjured up both confusion and fear. I thought this was supposed to do the opposite? What about peace? What about feeling secure? I appreciated a more sober and holistic reflection on the news from the blog of the yogis of the Akhanda school at http://akhandayoga.wordpress.com/2011/05/02/an-eye-for-an-eye-makes-the-whole-world-blind/

This perspective helped me to see and to remember what it was exactly, which made me so uneasy and disheartened. It is the same thing that struck me most through the violent goals of the whole "War on Terror" and displayed concretely with death of Bin Laden that were clearly hateful, biased, reactions void of reason and compassion but continually toted as 'justice.' For me these tactics and their results seem to leave a great deal of uncertainty of what justice actually is and what it should feel like when it is realized. Can justice be only for one and not all?

If I ever have the opportunity to enact justice I certainly hope that after the verdict is passed and consequences complete that the news to be broken could be a source of comfort, an example of goodness and equality and for the ultimate goal of realizing peace.

Friday, February 25

From the banks of the Ganges

I am visiting the lovely northern region of India and spent an afternoon on the banks of the Ganges in the Himalayan foothills. It was a very beautiful experience and I found a lovely place for writing a poem.


I Am In Between

the grace of the water
the smile of the clouds
And I am in between.

Himalayan birth canal of green
ocean of sky for its mythic decent
And I am in between.

this River Goddess to millions
this heavenly blue blanket for all
And I am in between.

on a  grey stone seat.

Mantras on the shore
majestic hills lush with trees
carry on long after, born eons before.

My dissolving white sweet
laughs of splashing boys
melting blue candle
all fade like fleeting wave-noise.

And I am in between.

(by LyndiaP February 5, 2011)

Friday, January 7

Lyndia's India

Okay. It's Official.
It only took me a couple days to decide, but I'm starting a secondary blog for the India trip. Today was the "launch" if you will of the India blog. I danced around with name and formatting for awhile and finally got an intro post up for you! Feel free to saunter over to Lyndia's India for a full explanation.

Oh and do share this link with anyone who might be interested in living vicariously through this little experience of mine.

p.s. the actual url for Lyndia's India is www.LyndiaIndia.blogspot.com I didn't do the "s" because I think it looks funny...