A Poetic Stand

If you stand ankle deep in happiness will it resound pure and true like tinkling bells with every step you take. 
If you stand knee deep in love will it make you buckle and bend in awe of so much; rising again to the day.
If you stand waist deep in joy will you ring out with belly laughs fit for the work of a jester courting the delights of life.

If you stand chest deep in compassion will it soften knots wound round your heart and the hearts of those met in the passing.

If you stand neck deep in kindness will you press your cheeks one to another knowing the other is you.

If you stand brow deep in bliss will you shine forth as a lighthouse guiding others to the promise of Light and Love.

If you lie down under the tree of destiny, drip drops of nectar to cover thee, will you rise up to stand ankle deep in happiness . . .

Sadh Bakshish Boyd

Beautiful Day

It’s a beautiful day!

It is a beautiful summer day. The sun is shining, birds singing, butterflies flitting, blossoms blooming. There is much happening in our world these days to cast a shadow upon the light; yet again it is a beautiful day. All the tumultuous  and raucous echoes of hardship and grief bounce off the surfaces to rebound rebound rebound; yet it is a beautiful day. The burden of loss sifts into the floorboards and becomes the dust we wash from our feet; yet it is a beautiful day. Things beyond our control burn up the crops, flood the plains and break the shoreline; yet it is a beautiful day. All the rockin’ and rollin’ of the physical planet and Her inhabitants is dizzying; yet it is a beautiful day. In the midst of one thing, there is another. . . and it is a beautiful day.


Beautiful Day ~ original poem by Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Beautiful Day by Aykanna

Original mandala artwork by Paul Heussenstamm

Come Forth

Come forth O Soul.

Come forth and be the true Light

Of my Being.

Walk forth with me,

Stand tall within my spine,

Breathe the depth of breath into my lungs.

Reach into the Heart of the Divine.

Be my cup.

Fill me to overflow.

Baptize me in the waters

Of the mysteries of thy spirit.

Be my imprint, my skin,

My Truth and Totality

Within the realm of God.

Be my Mother, my Father.

My honor, my frailty, my humanness.

Be my companion on the road.

Hold me to my Truth,

Do not separate.

Come forth with me into every

Note of my radiant song.

The eternal melody that trills the

Dawn of Love.

O Soul come forth.

Draw me close, enter as a lover.

Whisper soul sonnets in my ear.

Caress and sing me the

Song of the lost traveler

Too long from home.

I shall never leave… I shall never leave.

Bliss lies within the Breath of my Soul.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Indwell, Indwell

This is a good day. This is a good life. From where I live love abounds. Indwell, indwell. Where is the doubt, the fear? What do I have to forfeit to entertain them? No today, not tomorrow…not now. There are prayers to pray and love to give, kindness to share, devotion to serve…and beauty… beauty everywhere.

There are hills and valleys, cached with abundance, each to their measure, sure to enrich my life with wisdom and compassion. If I sojourn in a valley for a time, let me remember when the air gets a bit thick and heavy, upon the peaks the air is equally sharp and thin. It is the mid-ground I compass point, providing clearest vision of the highs and lows. I am thankful for the hindsight and foresight inherent in the stillness of practice.

In the heart, in the subtle space, in the flow, in the birthright …shall I forget the promise? In the crown, in the mantle, upon the brow …shall I forget the commission? In the remembering, in the knowing, in the carriage…I speak the Name and I Be.

Lest in a moment, I chance to forget, I place myself amongst the Saints of the Holy, and am brought back upon the sound currents of the Sacred; to the hearth, to the home of my Beloved. In the nectar, within the cup, upon my lips, I draw in this day. In this goodness, in this surrender….Indwell, indwell.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Lotus Love – The Kiss of Light

In the sacredness of this day,
I sit upon the lotus flower and
inhale soundly the fragrance of Holy incense.

Deep within the center of the blossom,
upon the throne of the Adi Shakti,
the Goddess of creation plaits her hair;
glistening with the dew of ambrosial nectar.

Holy, Holy is her breath; perfumed by her
transcendent purity. Inhale her scent fully
in the truth of golden knowing; bow deep,
heartened awareness of her complete fruition.

Purest melodies couple in the current of her
voice; stroking…whispering…nurturing
the pulse of seed and ova…coaxing the
still-point of conception from her petaled womb.

Flow, flow; merge through the throne of bliss.
Gather root-deep the mysteries of cosmic tides;
sail the world ocean upon the blooming lily bed;
birthing, bestowing; Kiss of Light upon the brow.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur Boyd

A Girl Child: The Voice of Dreams

“Someday”, said the girl, “I will write a book or create a ballet. I will climb the highest mountain and view the world from the steepest peak. Maybe I will captain my own ship and live on a tiny island with the most brilliantly colored butterflies. I will become an architect and design a magical castle. It will have a stream that runs right through the middle of it, with ferns growing up from the floor. At night I will fall asleep listening to the sound of the water running through the night of my castle. If I want to,
I might live like a Bedouin in the desert, riding a camel with bells tinkling from the hems of my robes. I may perform a one woman play or be the genius behind a great rock and roll band…and being a scientist would be awesome. I will make new discoveries to help all the people. They will be happier, not worry so much, and feel
less angry. I’ll compose beautiful music, so people won’t be afraid to be alone, or even to die. I will hold babies that are sick and sing them songs which will make them feel much better. Perhaps I will plant a huge garden where people can pick flowers and vegetables. Everyone will have something pretty to look at and always have food to eat. I will smile at everybody so they won’t feel so sad and tell them stories of faraway places. I will plant lots and lots of trees and then sit and listen to them. I will have great adventures and be very brave. Yep, someday, someday when I am big, I will do something amazing”.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

White Shell House

White Shell House

I dreamed of a house with white shells.
Brilliant and clean in the sun
Soft and cool in the moon.
Windchimes – shells tinkled in the breeze,
and a sign on the wall…
“Welcome to White Shell House”.

In the turning of the soil, white shells
were unearthed.
I wore Mother of Pearl beads around my neck,
and walked through this house as
White Shell Woman –
sage stick in hand, hair down my back
white robe trailing behind me.

A marriage of sea and desert.
White shells amoung the lava rock, sagebrush
and sand.
White shells in hand….
bringing the home to my people.

White Shell Woman as I,
sipped tea together in my garden,
in the sun, in the moon –
A sea bloomed in the desert.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Divine Dance

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At the Gurus feet,

I step the dance of surrender.

Touching the dust to my tongue.

 

 

At the Gurus feet,

I hear the bells of the ankle bracelets.

Tinkling mantra of the Divine Dance.

 

 

Oh – Do not stop My Dear One –

Let me merge with the music of Thy feet.

Crush me beneath the step of thy rhythms,

Cause my bones to sing out with Rejoicing

As they merge with the Dust of Thy Bliss,

And spring forth in blooms to cradle

Thy head at rest.

 

 

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty

 

When there was no other place for me to exist,

when life beat the faintest pulse,

beauty came through to me.

When I could not believe in God,

when all goodness had disappeared from my vision,

when the smallest point of light could not be seen,

she drew near.

 

She met me in my weary unlikable place and

brought the slightest scent of roses,

the subtlest hint of line and color.

Beauty wrapped me in her arms and

poured her balm upon my head.

She sat beside me and shared her form.

She revealed the treasures of the shadow and

eased the apprehension of the light.

 

Beauty revealed what dances and what stills.

She uncovered her pure expression,

as nothing exists without the presence of beauty;

(for in all ugliness dwells shades of beauty and

in all beauty dwells the hues of ugliness.

They are akin.)

 

And such began my healing journey.

When all was lost,

beauty prevailed unafraid and unadulterated and

pierced my heart, intoned her expression;

filled me with the loyalty of love.

I slowly lifted my head, took a breath

and life began anew.

 

In the servanthood of beauty,

I will go where she leads me and

bow to the tasks she places before me.

I will testify in her name and

evangelize for her purpose, unashamed and

unadorned; A disciple of Her love.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

For My Daughters

Soar,

Release and

move into the stream.

Absorb,

Bathe and

drink the completeness.

Bask,

Glow and

cross into the knowing.

Shed the fear.

Disrobe the unknown.

Remove the shoes that

pinch with resistance,

and shrink possibilities.

Dive.

Embrace the steps

of abundant grace.

Don the kimono

that silkens the knowing.

Cocoon.

Bloom.

Bow.

Adore.

Call upon

the ancient moorings.

Sing

the notes of present unfolding.

Paint

the lights of heavens glowing,

and present thyself

adorned.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Holiday and Khalsa Ladies Camp

I am leaving early tomorrow morning on a roadtrip. My daughters and I are heading up Vancouver, B.C. way for Khalsa Ladies Camp. It is a annual pilgrimage…and worthy, worthy, worthy of my time. Today I am in final steps mode; packing bedding, batteries and bana. 🙂 I am looking forward, with delight, to meeting with good friends, as some of these women I only see once a year. And what better place is there to meet than in the forest which touches the ocean taking us into the heart space of this magical time . Yes, Yes, I am an enthusiast!!

I will most likely not be posting for a week or so. In the meantime, I am leaving this poem which I wrote several years ago, but somehow seems oh so appropriate.

Holiday

 

I am contemplating taking a break – from….oh so much wondering, processing, looking, seeing, knowing, searching….
I am inviting having a fantastic summer of adventure, sunshine, blue skies, water, fresh air, children, husband, music and love.
I am inviting all my loved ones on this
Holiday with me….away from the maddening crowd.

I believe I shall hang a sign on my life, “Gone on Holiday“.
I shall melt into the days and leave the rest to the gods.
I shall lighten my load and look for nothing save the dawn of the sun to greet my day.
I shall choose the notes to swing and sway…and these will be my prayers, my meditation, my heart…cuz if God(dess) doesn’t know me by now, they never will.

I shall lie striving down alongside my mind and chant “I don’t care to be anything other than who I am today” and even leave that to the bees and dragonflies to consider on a warm summer day.

I shall leave my accumulated self by the side of the road with a cardboard sign which reads “Need a ride. Goin’ south”.

….Choose the hot summer day and fresh peaches. Hear melodies meander through my heart and watch grandbabies laugh and play in the sprinklers and know I am home.

Tis a simple thing. There needn’t be more…Just a Grand Holiday.

 

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur Boyd

 

Ancestors

 

The ancestors came to me today.

They danced through my vision in beat.

Women and rows of women,

Antiquity upon antiquity

Nation beside nation

They danced

Showing faces and their stance.

Movement of grace and power

Lineage of wisdom; knowledge,

Gather in a parade of bestowing honor.

Maidens, Mothers and Crones –

In White they show;

Regalia of flash, rattle and bells,

Singing, dancing down through a vision

Of time, no time.

As they called me to the rhythm of my feet,

My heart, in this line, this circle;

The benevolent naming of my own.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Transformation

 

 

Transformation –

Matter morphing,

Subtle profundity.

Progressive. Open.

Willingness. Release.

Decrease. Increase.

 

Transformation –

An action, a passion.

Movement . Solitude.

Clanging. Rousing attention,

Not to mention…invention.

 

Transformation –

Erasing lines of Definition.

Rouging Possibilities.

Clarify.

Dross skimming.

Enrichment.

 

Transformation –

Cocoon shedding.

Wing readying.

Monarch spreading.

Light bending.

Heart steadying.

Pressing true.

 

Transformation –

Kiss into breath.

Hammer into rock.

Wind into dune.

Lava into fume

Cosmic bloom.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Brother

Holy Brother,

Look upon my shore and

See the lights in the windows

of the Sisters.

Radiant Sisters tending to

Wick and flame….

Tending the fire, tending the earth.

 

Sacred Brother,

Come into shore and

Let the water wash clean your

Feet as they touch upon the land.

Bow your brow to the hearth,

Eyes upon the flame….

Render to harm, render no blame.

 

Leave the sorrow of the Mother behind

in the sea and kiss the eyes of the

One who serves you at Her table.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

 

Morning

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Time was I would wake to the sounds of feet and children’s voices. Breakfast to be set out, lunches to be made, shoes to tie; blow dryers with their pitchy hum while last minute papers are shoved into backpacks. Sounds loud and clear before becoming echoes in the hall and sneaking quietly out the door.

 

These days I wake to the bubbly hum of the fish tank and the sound of my husband grinding coffee beans. I arise having to tend to no one other than myself. No rushing, plenty of time to shower. There is time for a cup of tea or two, while I consider the view of the day.

 

In the passing of moment into moment everything slides in upon the dawn. It is the sounds of the morning which mark my passages of time. From babies crying hungrily to be nursed to the fish tank bubbling quietly. In between lay the stories of a mother, gathered like pearls on a string, to be rolled through my fingers slowly while I sip my tea.

Sadh Bakshish Kaur

 

Seeds of Truth

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Oh beautiful Dreamer,

awake to seeds of Truth

and cast them into beds

of Divine Love.

Sing their inception, pray them to first leaves,

tender and green amidst the

fertile soil.

Water them with the nectar of restful bliss,

as they stretch to the Heavens in

promise of abundance.

 

Bloom bloom

radiant beneath the sun.

Upturning for glorious display,

warming the heart,

refreshing the senses.

Bowing in the evenings end

kissed by the cool moon.

Day to night, night to day –

Slipping into mystic Dreams

bearing  the seeds of Truth.

 

Sadh Bakshish Kaur