full moon feb 2017: give

tayseer barakat

let go of holding on...

this ties the past few months together. holding on prevents declutter, hoards space, occupies breath others could be taking...

full moon. a snow moon. a moon that holds scripture, written in Quiet. read in Quiet...been reading recitation on the dark side of the moon and found Light...wondered what happened to pink floyd, to the credence clearwater revival band - why they only saw dark and sad and hurt...what's happened to those in the taker cultures that make them so hurt, empty, sad...from bon iver to rick ross...the unity of seeming opposites in the great hollow...

counting beads as i write this...beads that fall through the pulsations of my heart, into circulation, into the humble of eyes that lower before you and you and you...eyes in alignment with One. for a second.

listen to sattvic cadences in recitations, in the Quiet, in preparing for death as most ancient cultures were committed to...

life, i'm learning from the ancients, is a preparation for death, for that which is Real, Always, Nothing, Everything...

no 7 figure motivational speaker to point to, no celebrity vaidiyas or nutritionists or guru's. just the teachings left by a prophet with no profit motivation. just a healer of the blind and stirrer of the people into a love train headed straight for the oval office to revolt, to transform...

all praise is due to prophets for the full moon, for the reminder of the full moon, the moon as a marker of time and space and renewal. felt the renewal happening earlier, when i walked with my head in the snow and left the cafe and friends with a light foot, an empty head, a clear heart. all praise is due...

today i mourned the 15000 men hung in secret torture prisons of the assad-russian-u.s.a back government. odd that these groups seem to be at odds. they seem to have no qualms in their homicidal heinous humiliation campaigns. peace and prayers for their hearts.

i often wonder what i can do to really be of service, to give to myself the refugee, the war torn, the bondaged, the prisoner, the tortured, the starved, the empty and desperate, to me the beggar, the undocumented, the confederate supremacist, the racial theatricalists...

wonder how i could help, how i became hidden in ritual, in asana and shivasana.

last month i let go of getting it right by trying, by letting myself get messy, by allowing my mess to be public - let myself fall in forearm stand and attempts at handstand. getting close. practicing without a wall has brought me closer.

the month before, i sought to make space for new by letting go of stuff.

this year's intention is to drift into focus. one thing at a time. finish one thing and then move on. see it from start to finish.

this month i give of myself. i let go of trying to do it all, myself, of procrastination, of i'll give this to her/him another day, by instead, opening my arm in speech and gaze and wallet and offerings of service to all that need it, that can benefit from what i've come to learn. offer through my website, so that others can benefit and grow deeper in their connection with self and Self and others.

let go of focusing on knowing more before i can give, by letting the giving be my teacher. giving up doing it alone and hoarding what i know, by opening my arms to others for collaboration and barter and for me to be a partner that is open to their lead, and also taking lead...giving by creating materials and resources that can give...giving my all to the projects i work on, to you, to meeting with you and spending time with you and loving you with open heart, with the flirtation of the Lover - ever-present, ever loving, ever star-gazing, ever giving....