Happy Thursday to You!
I had a very busy day yesterday, but enjoyable.
I got a lovely pushing workout in. I coupled Swiss ball Olympic bar bench presses with incline single arm cable pushes in mini circuits.
After work, I went home and worked on some of my rock stacks as my evening meditation and then spent some time reading “MONEY” by Arnold Patent, which is a great book for anyone wanting to improve their relationship with and understanding of money in their life.
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My brother, Dusty, arrives tonight to attend zen In The Garden tomorrow. He’ll be visiting me for a few days so that should be fun.
Tell Obama to Cease FDA Ties to Monsanto
I am sad and concerned that President Obama has appointed former Monsanto VP and lobbyist Michael Taylor to become senior advisor to the FDA’s commissioner.
This unthinkable linkage between food safety and corporate interests that have little regard for the public health must be stopped. This example of a “fox watching the henhouse” is inexcusable.
President Obama must reverse this unimaginably dangerous policy and isolate the FDA from corporate influence.
That’s why I signed a petition to President Barack Obama. I really feel we all need to share our voice of concern over such corporate manipulation of government. Monsanto is one of the world’s most dangerous corporations and is behind genetic modification of plants and seeds, dangerous farming chemicals and a lot more that stands to threaten your life, the life of your children and loved ones, and the planet in my opinion!
Will you please take a moment to sign this petition and share this message with every “conscious person” you can? Click here:
https://signon.org/sign/tell-obama-to-cease-fda?source=s.em.cp&r_by=2433548
Thank You!
We must be strong enough to let the government know we are not deaf, dumb and blind and are not going to watch our lives and planet be ruined so a few people can get filthy rich at the cost of the lives and well-being of others.
THE REED SONG
This Rumi Poem today comes from “A New Illuminated Rumi, One Song, by Michael Green (p. 22):
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For Rumi, the beauty of union is tied to the longing for it. The plaintive music of the reed flute reflects it’s yearning to return to its original home in the riverbank. This is the opening poem of his great work the Mathnavi!
THE REED SONG
Listen to a simple story
Told by a reed taken from its home.
Here’s a tale for all you people
Who’ve wondered lost and all alone.
Since I was cut from the reed-bed
I have made this crying sound.
Anyone parted from a true love
Knows the sorrow that I have found.
Anyone pulled from Source and center
And taken far from house and home
longs to return to where the roots are,
longs to rest, no more to roam.
Now if you gather I too will be there,
In the laughter and the grief,
A friend to one and the other
Above, behind, before, beneath.
But few will hear the deepest secretes
hidden in my trembling air.
There are no ears that can hear these secrets,
Only a hart that’s stripped and bare.
Body flows from out of Spirit.
Spirit flows from out our form.
We can’t conceal that mystic mixing,
Nor see the soul when it’s never been born.
The flute is filled with Gods own fire,
No earthly wind can play its tune.
Just be that empty, and be that hallow,
Reflect the light like the full moon.
Hear the love-fire full of yearning
Tangled with each note in space,
As bewilderment and my heart’s sorrow
Turns into wine of amazing grace.
The reed is friend to every pilgrim
Who prays the veil be torn away.
The reed is hurt and salve combining.
Darkest night and brightest day.
Intimacy, and the longing for it,
A single song they have become.
A disastrous, complete surrender,
And finest love, becoming one.
I hope you enjoy this poem. It is a great meditation and a great story about life, love, and Source.
May we all learn to see and enjoy the beauty in all our life experiences, our highs and lows, for in the end, there are none, yet, here we are, All One.
Love and chi,
Paul Chek
