The Path of No Path

Flow of change Nothing is Nothing is not Something are Something are not I is You is We is We are not —not static Is there meaning in All this is-ness Or is-not-ness? Where do you and I lie What really scares us is How great we be In what we choose to see, only Glean that which makes us free To joyfully dance from first hello Never needing to say good-bye Maybe its not where or to know Why we is, but being Only power of the everlasting flow The moon in her phases Causing the rising tide Planetary, primal, Human-ness Became grace and tenderness Magnificent wave we now comfortably ride What we wished for becomes us in the changes

Wisdom comes not from the answers Besides, You already possess all the answers Wisdom Comes in the Experience Of allowing the deep inner knowing To flow Streaming out In the moment you call upon it Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

On these hot summer days I gather peace about me Handfuls, heart, and head-fulls Imagining that they are ice cubes Melting down my back Phillips, my bedside clock in Green numbers is 12:01pm Bright silver button Its incised letters read: REPEAT ALARM The aged once white box fan Roars away on “H” Since way before dawn joins the chorus of The pride of suburban lions in summer A careful well chosen expression of color Fresh from my daughter’s mind; freedom Born in a moment of delight that sees only Increased beauty where others would see Danger of whirring blades Brightly colored felt tipped markers She crafts spinning rainbows of Azure blue and mossy green Giving me hope as the temperature Now past 85 does it double time march On its crusade towards the sun

The way is clear and the tools are obvious for all those willing to look, and see. I'd like you to consider perhaps a bit more closely our relationship with trees. Look at how they grow and develop. How, why and what they breathe. How we and they are so much alike. There is a deep and ancient purpose at work here. If you have the time please find a kind looking really old tree. (The young ones tend to be a bit shy) Bring a small flower or other organic item that warms your heart as you will be leaving a gift when you are done. Sit underneath the tree such that you are comfortable and that your back and spine are in as much contact with the trunk as possible. Hugging the tree or leaning backwards against it will also work well. Introduce yourself to the tree. First meetings, after all, should be filled with grace and gratitude. Imagine that you and the tree are one. Allow your breathing to join with the trees breathing. There is a powerful ancient connection here, allow it to fill ...

It is a splendid spring day. One of those warm afternoons with just the slightest refreshingly warm breeze blowing. You an I have just finished our run in the park. We are walking on the edge of the park by the river talking an laughing. As we pass a large oak tree we turn right and enter the park. The park is busy, but not crowded. There are people playing volleyball and Frisbee with their dogs. Families are setting up barbecues and putting out the potato salad. On the ground we see the familiar silver and gold colored coins. They are scattered about everywhere. In some places there are many and in others there are only a few. We find a beautiful quiet space by a large elm tree and sit down. Time seems to have stood still and the sounds of the park drift away as we talk. Soon, our lips meet as we gently lay down together. Our embrace deepens and soon we very slowly remove each others clothes. Very slow very calm and quiet we enter a deep peace as we gently stroke each others hair and ...

If you ask them Most folks would say I'm really quite sure that "I" Had a thought today   Thoughts about cake Thoughts about candy Thoughts that make them Feel a bit randy   There is a thought that Many have agreed It is the one thought that Allows the mind to be freed   Dive deep and float to the bottom Jump big into a giant free fall There where in the quiet it lives The one thought that frees us all   There is a requirement You must have a strong will And a mind that is well trained To be quiet and still   Here is the answer Grab your pen your pen and get your ink Who is the one that thinks the thoughts That you think you think   The tool that sets you free Always with you from birth until death Choose to ride this powerful steed Let your mind ride this stallion called breath     Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.