Recalling Italy
Thu, 02/12/2009 - 21:58 — adminby Robert R.
Not a poet, nor a poem
But poetry, symmetry, reality
These I be
A morning, a week
Seeking, yet full
A connection...connected
As heat is to fire
A brand on my soul
Eternal. Higher.
Sandblasted ego
Transparent and whole
An identity switch
A brand on my soul
There in the silence
And the crackling day
An energized peace
At the doorstep, grace
A lasting stillness
I am all this
Now inviting, now warm
I can sense it...home
An urgent calm
Removed, yet one
Aware of the thread and
Yearning for home
With new and blessed sight
Not a dancer, but dance
Not a singer, but song
Not a poet, nor a poem
But fearlessly, relentlessly home.
In the RW Ranch Zen Park
Mon, 03/30/2009 - 19:57 — adminA drop of water off a bamboo stick
Falling to the pool below
Ripples, moving out
Circles ever wider
Meet the edge and then return
Preparing the surface for the next event
And so it goes
Your words, Michael, go deep
And ripple out to the edge
Of my experience
And return
Preparing me for the next event
And so I grow.
South Out of Santa Fe
Wed, 04/15/2009 - 16:11 — adminIt wasn’t the huge-heaven sky of big-fluff shapes
Draped from horizon to forever
And it wasn’t the sudden squall that formed
Like a gathering of ghosts
A great big fury of windswept ice crystals
Blasting my southbound windshield
As if to say, “Git now, you. Git along home.”
While I just ducked and laughed out loud
And it wasn’t tears that poured then
From my eyes
Well, it was tears
But the laughing hadn’t stopped, you see
So it wasn’t sadness, or anything close
And the tears weren’t pouring
From this liberation I felt
From the end of a long, too-long exile
And the turning toward home, my Royal Way
What it was, was knowing
That this was not a fleeting moment
But the forever that is with me
Wherever I am
Whatever the sky happens to be up to
Liberation?
A fine thing
But what I was flying on
Was freedom.
RW Ranch—A Sacred Place
Fri, 02/27/2009 - 16:38 — adminMy Beloved Teacher Michael,
Yesterday I tended my tree in the new RW Ranch orchard. Every branch and place of growth spread its new arms wide to the expansive sky. My being is open, reaching to the heavens. Thank you, Michael, for this calm, joyful, beautiful, sacred place.
With my love and gratitude,
Michele
A Full and Exciting Life
Mon, 05/11/2009 - 16:33 — adminMy Beloved Michael,
The light you have showered me with has changed me into a new man. I am continuing to bring the experience I had from my retreat into my life. I now see what a full and exciting life I have, and I know it is all because of you, my beloved Teacher Michael.
I love you very much.
Ali Shahvali
A Meaningful Life in Royal Way
Fri, 02/27/2009 - 16:43 — adminMeaningful life
Significance that did not exist before
On RW Ranch
We built a sacred place
And I built a deeper man.
For Michael
Thu, 02/12/2009 - 21:57 — adminby Desiree Gemigniani
Love lies hidden from my view, that rare creature
Shrouded beneath the lush canopy of an emerald embrace.
Eluding capture, as perfection does, I reach for some feature
Powerful enough to lift me within its eternal grace
Arms empty, denial roars its hot, unhurried breath
Surely these undulating hills —where promise's yield waves gold
And each season gives glorious testament to both life and death
Will fill my longing heart with abundance untold.
But where, with no harvest gathered, shall the fault be assigned?
I looked only to slip love's kiss over my hand as a glove
Blindly casting aside beauty and truth, their divinity maligned
Love could not be discovered where there was no lamp of love.
So the quest came full circle, my mirror reflecting the elusive bird
Risen from sixteen thousand days of slumber (a lifetime), her voice pure,
Soaring, heard.
Creativity Within
Mon, 05/11/2009 - 10:01 — admin
I had not picked up a paintbrush or used my fingers to paint since kindergarten. Then I met Michael Gottlieb and Royal Way, and I have never experienced life in the same way again. Michael unleashed an inner passion for creative expression that had lain hidden and dormant for more than 50 years. Michael taught me to listen to that creativity within and to not fear expressing it, thereby teaching me to not fear life itself. This released creative expression in all other areas of my life—not only in my personal life, but now in my professional life as well.
by Larry Wolf
Royal Dove
Mon, 05/04/2009 - 19:13 — adminWords and music by Harry Hinzman
Oh hear the call of the royal dove
As she sings her song of love
Soaring high on freedom’s wing
It is the song we all will sing
A song of mystery, a song of truth
The song of the ancient ones, a song of youth
A song of light for all of our days
A song to ignite our passion’s blaze
So hearken your Teacher, open your heart
Take in the light, step out of the dark
Our time here is precious, each moment is sweet
Bountiful riches are laid at your feet, at your feet
And who shall dance the royal dance
Who shall shine with ecstasy
Who will find the open door
That leads to God within me
The silent voice within me calls
God is just a breath away
Behind the mind, no words can contain
Eternal union, bliss be thy name
So hearken your Teacher, open your heart
Take in the light, step out of the dark
Our time here is precious, each moment is sweet
Bountiful riches are laid at your feet, at your feet
A ray of light to a royal dove
Words are birds, silence is love
A way of light to a royal dove
Words are birds, silence is love.
The Blessings of Royal Way
Fri, 02/27/2009 - 17:01 — adminTo My Dear Michael Gottlieb,
Thank you for all the gifts you’ve given me. Michael, today walking around RW Ranch, sitting next to my tree in the RW orchard, and just being with myself brought such happy, soothing feelings to my body, and tears of joy to my eyes. Thank you, Michael, for the blessings of Royal Way.
Love,
F.N.
What I Was Looking For
Wed, 02/18/2009 - 19:06 — adminWhat are you looking for?
I don't know, I'll find out, I'll let you know.
For years that was the question and that was
my answer. Then I started looking for God!
I became a bird. I went to the sky to find "it."
I became a fish. I went to the ocean to find "it."
I became a star. I went to space to find "it."
I became a tree. I went to the ground to find "it."
What is "it?" I don't know, but I'm sure God is.
All these years I looked everywhere to find it.
And how close it was. I found it.
It's me.