Tag: healing

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I Walk in Rainbow Slippers, Window Graphic, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain

I Walk on Rainbow Splinters

Some people think they know me
But I know they cannot know me
Can’t see my misfortune
Guess they don’ wanna know me

I am just a pilgrim
Saffron shows my devotion
Ain’t afraid of no hard road
Fill my heart with passion

Walk thru the fire
Fly thru the fear
See the signs along the path
Though the end remains unclear

Walk in mindful silence
See what breath can do
Walk on rainbow splinters
Leave behind gurus

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

I breathe in the light
Exhale the darkness
Pride begins to fade
And I forget the malice

Balance light and dark
Rising from the gutter
Melt my pain like butter
And my heart begins to flutter

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

Gautama Buddha
Come along on my journey
Bring your Dharmakaya, your Sambhogakaya, your Nirmanakaya
And your 500 lives
The illuminating candle
Apsaras, guiding angels
Gautama Buddha
Gautama Buddha
Bodhisattva of compassion
Master who taught the light

With you Gautama
With you Gautama

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

Gautama Buddha
Shining on the river of light….

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That Inner Life, Boston Pizza Waitress, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

The Inner Life of Healing

“You are never really gone,” she tells me
“The times you ‘go away’,” she goes on
“Are like your body, treading water
While you process all you’ve learned”

Now I watch my waitress
And I wonder if she is also processing
The traumas of a dimly remembered past
While serving another table’s drink orders

I wonder if the waitress knows
That in the every day of just going along
Her mind, and her heart, and her spirit
Process the hard work that is so upsetting

“You did not go crazy”
“You did not die”
“You lived and never let go of the light
Even when you were plunged into the darkness”

“And all you learned to cope
With the trauma so many years ago
Keeps you alive now
While you heal”