
A poem about reality that there is no separate self or separation, it just appears that way.
Original poems by Betsy
L E T T I N G G O . . . A moment of stillness and simply SEEING that there is: No Past No Future No Birth No Death No Inside No Outside No Up No Down No Thing…
Coming to Life Bombarded with information from every angle. One part of me says: I want to take a nap. Another part responds: Wake up and smell the roses, this is exactly what you asked for! Energy increases, the more…
Poem: Old bubbles rising to the surface Old bubbles rising to the surface clarity of identity, old one fading away. For now i just want to shut up I will see you later. ~ Betsy ~ 10/25/13 10:55 am
Poem: What You Focus On Manifests What you focus on manifests created reality gives validation of knowing and being alive. Confusion – going out of focus letting go of focus ability giving space for no-thing to manifest. ~ Betsy ~…
The Four Rewards of Spiritual Attainment When you let go of your physical world, my eyes will replace your eyes. You will see the world with my eyes and receive clarity and abundance. When you let go of your ability…
Who wants to look into a bright mirror? In every being I see, my face is being reflected back to me. My face is your face and your face is mine. Every being can be my teacher, a mirror to…
Poem: Nice to Meet You! I don’t know how you arrived HERE so fast but I see the path you took is not important that you are here now is all that matters. While reading your poetic expression I felt…
Poem: Communication Wholeness of being heart connected to the mind seeing and asking. Inspired answer made into words spirit transported to world. Words received through mind vibration felt – thinking starts ego is alive. Unknown source is frightening reaction as…
Poem: Balance Happens By Itself Balance existed while simply riding the bike euphoria arose when one forgot oneself like this, the bike and the rider are one. Attaching to sensation of euphoria wanting it to last forever – oneness dissolves…
Poem: What’s it like to be aware and how does it happen? There is no internal chatter thinking is totally silent knowing is instant and direct. There is no emotion one’s body is totally relaxed filled with blissful tingling. Sound…
Poem: In a Clear Blue Sky In a clear blue sky mountains become visible revealing our smallness. Relating to encounters one’s walking makes the pathway. Distant peaks invite challenges urge us onward goals set intention. Boulder’s block our direction frustration…
Poem: Question What You can SEE Question what you can SEE inside and outside of yourself. Senses make the unseen tangible and visible. Thought is visible consciousness tracing the passage of your invisible self. Asking ‘Who Am I?’ is a…
The Beauty of a Rose All Can Appreciate The petals of a rose, transport us to a space of quiet appreciation. Pondering the beauty of nature, there is no desire to change the rose, we love it as it is……
Unconditional Love, The Universal Cure Nobody wants a teacher that talks down to them that analyzes them like a rat in a laboratory experiment. Rather, what we all want and need is to be accepted exactly as we are in…
Poem: Reflections on Nature Bamboo stalks swaying song erupts from clacking leaves being one with wind. Recalling what one has seen the past stays alive inside. Has one ever seen a still bamboo in the wind refusing to sway? Human’s…
Poem: Walking Down My Road Walking down my road I hear and see a person they reflect within. Contact – consciousness thinking gives sense of knowing. Lost in inside world making sense of images connecting the dots. Isolated bubble views…
Poem: Ending Your Loneliness If you are feeling alienated and alone in this world, then where is your passion to end this feeling? If you are feeling united with the whole, then where is your rejoicing and sharing with all?…
The First Day of Fall Isolation, all alone, me and my best friend. Drunken splendors, revelry, drunken illusion. Through the fog a voice was heard calling in the night. Clear as a bell I heard it say, “Go to AA”…
Poem: My Life is On Hold My life is on hold desperately seeking key finding frustration. This fake one is relentless doesn’t give up easily. The sun is shining the flowers are opening bird song fills the air. Expression is…
Poem: Passing Time… A year and a half reversing massive buildup that was choking all. Maniacal abundance receiving just what we need. Endless useless works tending to material that no one will want Orphaned kittens needing love not enough hands…
“If you are an enlightened soul why are you not with your enlightened soul? If you have no enlightened soul, why don’t you become an enlightened soul, meaning to polish the mirror of your heart?” – Anonymous Poem: How to…
The following are poems written during my friendship with Michelle Moan, who at 35 years old was battling breast cancer. She fought so hard and the circumstances of her life, didn’t make it any easier. When I first met her…
Poem: Vigilance For years I’ve been vigilant noticing when I’m suffering knowing these are moments to see my identification. But what has been fooling me for so long, are those moments when I’m not suffering being happy with my program.…
Rocks on the Railway Bed As I walk along the tracks, I feel the rocks under my feet. I notice how each rock has found a home among all the other rocks. The geometric pattern of the rocks together make…
Poem: Who’s watching? Meditation, going deeper into the recesses of my mind. I find it amusing watching myself, but who is it that’s watching anyway? ~ Betsy ~ July 14, 1999
Poem: Many times I feel alone I see that this mainly happens when that which I desire isn’t given to me from things on the outside, whether this is a person, place or thing. For sure I have the urge…
Mind Voice Separate thinking mind-voice created defensive world grown from my reactions so that I could see myself. These days I see you clearly going on by yourself, thinking that you’re alive turning around and around. Reacting chained thoughts triggering…
Poetic Response to September 11, 2001 Silence of sadness no bird sings in burned forest cold ash covers soil. Hiroshima still present human’s omni ignorance. BeiYin Desolate landscape money filling holes of loss paper substitute. Opportunity…
The Politician Telling us what he thinks we want to know. Steering our lives by his judgments and beliefs. Not representing – but presenting his own view of himself. The ultimate, actor on the stage false face, false views lying…
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