Medicine Buddha Toronto

I understand very well.
I am intelligent.
No use hiding it.
So now what?
In acknowledging this
every appendage I ever used
to point out and point to
now directly points
between my two eyes.
What am I going to do with this realization?
From ancestral roots,
the Phoenix stands
powerful and firm in the flames.
In truly embracing this intelligence
my body’s passion is to feed the flame.
I become ash and earth.
I become water and rain.
I become air and wind
rustling through leaves.
I become streams that run
through meadows and mountains-
and the finches and great eagles
that drink at these moss covered banks.
I am the soft sound of the bat
flying in night skies –
the clinging of a baby orangutan
to its caring mother.
I am the thundering steps of the elephant
in the grasslands of Africa,
and the krill in the ocean
where whales play.
I am the ice and snow
where the polar bear
stares at the moon.
I am an army of leaf-cutting ants
from the Great City in the rainforest,
and a dung beetle in the moonlight
rolling my prize home.
I am the heartbeat of a drum
and the eyes behind the mask.
I am the blanket of night stars
in a young girl’s Vision Quest –
the dream offering
which nourishes the story
told at evening fire.
I am intelligent life more wondrous
and brilliant then any cerebral cortex.
I am this.         That silent mystery
                                   of
                              One Mind

By: Theodore Tsaousidis

This poem was inspired by “The Awakening the Dreamer:
Changing the Dream Symposium”

Image by Gaia Orian http://www.artbygaia.com

Copyright 2010
February 27, 2010 Dedicated to the Pachacanada Community