[Thespiritexpress] To Esalen /poem read at Pathwork

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Oh, you crafty poet, you - luring me into your rhythmic vehicle like that in time for a timeless ride where you let go of it all as I grab the white-knuckled wheel of wonder, lashed to the helm, my jaw dropping wide open, falling into genuine genuflection as you go off into a wide-eyed world of marvelous probabilities, inhaling the purest dream dust any imagination would dare to breath. Can we pull into the next rest stop for a break? I love the smell of eucalyptus. Wonderful poetry, Toni! What an adventure!Admiringly,~ EdSent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone
-------- Original message --------From: Toni Bernbaum via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> Date: 12/6/23  11:02 AM  (GMT-08:00) To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org Subject: [Thespiritexpress] To Esalen   /poem read at Pathwork Thank you Joan and Lydia for appreciating this poem…..It is such a reminder to me, that when I face my fears, when I become fully present in the exploration of the mystery of Being, when I am captured by the beauty around me, and the awe and wonder of the moment…….I can totally let go…..and then life itself is living through me and is my trusted guide…….and no matter what unfolds next……..I am willing to embrace the experience!To EsalenToni Bernbaum These  eucalyptus, backs peeling in the sun,Grow from the mouthsof Tibetan monks chanting to the rhythm of rolling tiresca-lumping, ca-lumping with the sway and dip of this old coast road. Rising up like seed syllables swollen with prayerbreaking the sound barrier -the world quiets to stillnessradiance and breath.  Hold steady the wheel,velocity and vibration.Hold steady the hand of this dream queen surrenderedto the only movement steering my lifein this moment now -as I let go,let gointo a windshield of sun and skya synchronized astonished meadow,embracing everythingin the lap of thistimeless woveninfinite web - Hold steadyHold steady the wheelas I disappearalong a highwayinclined on a barrierat the end of a world. Branches swayingMonks prayingCar careeningHeart beating My hair is flyingMy hair is flying Tears are flowingTears are flowing For no other reasonFor no other reason Than the joy Of what ever waits Around the bend!  
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