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Monday, March 14, 2011

Kyoto 1989: Smiles are An Offering of Vibrational Prayers, From Those Whose Hearts Are Still, Singing

People line up in temples to light incense,
pray and compete for heavenly attention.
Incense-wisps curl trail upward,
smoke kisses temple birds,
who fan the scents to far away places.

Monastic birds flutter their heartbeats.
Fold the power of prayers into their wings.
Wing-smoke and people’s wishes rise,
spanning the skies, far and wide,
kissing the faces of those hopeful, near and far.

Candles are lit, more incense sticks burned.
Low guttural tones echo chants off the cold stone floor.
Sound ripples tides through scattered small pebble streams.
The temple birds add to the fullness in sight, sound, smells.
Wings flap feathers to float, fallen from Sky to land on Earth.

At the alter, smoke-filled throats chant until raw.
We all offer our reserve of vibrational traditions.
Outside the temples tourists mingle with Monks and children.
Temple stores and street vendors provide amused families happiness.
Souvenirs and flowers reassure the lovely couple just married.

I watch the wedding being photographed.
The happy couple are arched and framed by worshippers
lighting incense, and burning unreal money for the dearly departed.
Food is left for Those who came before us, our Ancestors.
Whispered prayers ask for a happy bed on the first wedding night.

I am eating rice, the sacred food gifted by Earth's waters.
Before swallowing I am urged to consider combining my eating,
with worship of our Ancestors, Those who planted and tended the fields.
By honouring Nature, Earth and Those who cared for all of this before us,
it shows I understand the sacred act of the plant, grow, harvest and eat.

The Monk asks me to be aware of the vital mission,
to provide our world with food sustenance.
He urges me to pray for Those of us who live,
live by the Earth’s good graces and are alive,
taking nourishment from and living on Earth's surface.

The spirit of the rice grain is reduced to its purest elements.
Plant, grow, harvest, clean, steam cook the rice.
Combine the powers of the Earth with muscle and breath.
Wind and Water, Sun and Moon energies flicker alive.
Reduce the rice into a paste, smooth with a wooden mallet.

In traditional times, the Husband and Wife created together.
This synchronistic team required absolute marital trust.
Trust and intuition powered the cooperation,
necessary for precise creation of the meal,
and forged deeper trustworthy lifelong bonds.

After all festivals pray softens into completion.
Those who have been born on Earth,
Those who have been moved to the afterlife,
Those who have in prelife yet to arrive on Earth,
Everyone of us merges, moves through veils of remembrance.

They watch us,
Those who have come before us,
Those who have yet to come,
They all watch us
and with us they share the meal.

Together, we eat the rice cakes.
Every bite is a blessing for the Farmers,
and every swallow is a blessing
offered to those in Spirit who care to give care.
Every bite and swallow is nourishing gratitude.

Songs are sung to remind every Soul,
of how many people it takes to grow one meal.
Chants are hummed to remind every soul,
of how many elements of Earth's heart
and hearth it takes to feed one person.

Life is an offering of vibrational acts,
smiles and toned harmonic whispers.
Smiles are an offering,
attuned vibrational prayers,
from Those whose hearts are still, singing.

~~Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Carl Gustav Jung said;
“When an inner situation is not made conscious,
it appears outside as fate.”