‘Dark Prana represents all of our habits and thoughts we have developed throughout our lifetime and it is always running in the background. They surface from time to time, often when we least expect them. We can be overcome by these thoughts and actions if we do not allow our Higher Self a chance to reconnect through meditation. Dark Prana is often stronger than our will to connect to Spirit.’
“Vāsanā” (Skt.) “The accumulation of these habitual tendencies is believed to predispose one to particular patterns of behavior in the future.”
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. —Francis Bacon
STOP
&
Begin Again
Today I choose to move beyond the dark prana suffering, to break the old news cycle, and to breathe through the destructive course I have been.
For today I choose to smile away the dark prana and release the pain, to delight in the dark and greet the light with a peck on the cheek.
On this day, I practice mindfulness.
Arrogance
Jaws clenched tight, hate burns the brain as beady greedy eyes squint
I know, I know better, I know best
I know the right way or the highway
Smiling away… I know nothing at all
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense. —Henry Miller
Fear
Little girl locked in the fruit cellar, naked, shivering, lying on the dirt floor curled in a ball
Fists forever clenched, heart forever seeping, forever weeping plasma
Soul drowning, sweat moon blood red
Little girl, the floor feels damp and soothing as the mist rises from your grey, acrid breath of death
Little girl, not so little, not so fragile anymore
Smiling away…she emerges from the dense dark and lifts her spirits high, high above the clouds and she’s floating, feather light
The spirit commands nothing
Lovely, little nothingness
This girl’s just passing by
Jealousy
You, neighbor, have too much, too many prized possessions
I have nothing; I want what’s yours
I want it now
Hurtful threats and accusations
I WANT IT ALL
Smiling away…I am the best representation of who I’d like to be
I am okay with less noise, more quiet
Simplicity sounds so pretty
Rolls off the tongue like tree sap maple syrup
I can hear the melody in the air
Music swirls rainbows
Aura delicious formations surround and protect
I want nothing more, nothing less
I am no longer envious of the wind
I find harmony in the whistling power and tour de force
I am the ballerina graceful swaying to and fro’
Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement. —Alfred Adler
Anger
I punch my fist through the glass trying to break free from this liquid shell
Of damnation
Burgundy blood splatters; shattered fragments fly violent with no direction
I am chaotic hate, raging against the machine and screaming silent
Lips tight, bite down hard the foul thinking
Fuck off pre-conditioned being
I am not
I AM not my past
I AM NOT
I am here now
Staring out from behind the glass longing mad
Smiling away…I caress the window there are no visible cracks
No gaping holes only giggly, chirpy light prisms, clear visions and dew drops dripping down
From the outside weeping in
From the inside looking out
I’m cool as a cucumber
Refreshing Mint Julep scented in spring
The spirit is safe and sound
It’s warm and comfortable beyond the dark energy
I am smiling away
A lifetime of pre conditioning, suffering, forced habits, outdated rules, boundaries, and sharp edges
I am leaning in and saying
Hello
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. —Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
I wanted to listen to “Rise Up” before I commented…
I sit hear typing, listening to Andra Day’s beautiful voice and lyrics with tears
in my eyes and joy in my heart, I’m grateful.
Thank you for your beautiful, empathic spirit and for rising up, showing up, and getting up.
Wishing you a million sunny days.
<3
Xavier,
Wow. Thank you for your wonderful, poignant and poetic
comment. I’m touched by the words, “Little Girl” and I will cherish them
and your well wishes.
Sending light, and blessings your way.
Namaste!
Jackie
Imagine …
Bacon, Miller, Plato, Adler, Kübler-Ross all gathered together …
Smiling away … as they watch Little Girl,
Jaws and fists clenched tight,
Emerge, at long last, from her dark prana
In the shape of a cool and very fresh cucumber!
There’s sudden magic in the air
And simplicity has never looked better.
“Hello, Little Girl”, they all say in unison,
“Welcome beyond the Veil!
Here the Light needs no darkness to shine.
It’s all Prana. Your Prana.
And your spirit is now safe and sound”.
Blessings,
Xavier
As always Jackie, you gave me goosebumps. As I was reading it all I could hear was the song, Rise Up.
“And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousands times again”
Great piece!
-Sherri x