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| ISBN-13: | 9781577313151 |
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| Publisher: | New World Library |
| Publication date: | 10/05/2010 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 168 |
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The Tao of Healing
Meditations for Body and Spirit
By Haven Trevino
New World Library
Copyright © 1999 Haven TreviñoAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57731-315-1
CHAPTER 1
Before the birth of the physical
There was the birth of potential.
Before potential, something primal.
A Beingness. One Life, silent,
unmoving, unchanging,
The unspoken beauty of Truth,
Mother only to Itself.
It has been called God, Tao,
Divine Mother,
Universal Mind.
Today it feels good to call it Love.
Or perhaps Spirit of Love,
Since Spirit implies an all-pervading
greatness
As common as one's breath.
Love is not an emotion, or a feeling.
It is the formlessness and substance
permeating
The seen and the unseen;
It is the seed and womb of the
universe.
Call it what you will, it resides
Just beyond the limits of our
abilities to describe.
It has been said "God is Love."
Thus, the Heavens seek Love
Earth seeks Love
People seek Love.
This is what makes us great.
People abide on the Earth
Earth abides in the Heavens
The Heavens abide in Love.
Love abides in all.
This is what makes us One.
True healing defined, is limited,
And so is not true healing,
As our concepts of God and Goddess
Are just that, only concepts.
Truth has no gender or division.
Before creation, Wholeness.
Healing was born of the womb of
duality,
And whether a person is ill or well
Living in darkness or enlightenment,
It is the same.
Only our dreaming divides them.
The essence of both is ever-new joy.
Joy blossoming into joy:
The Mother and Father of all things.
The pendulum swings to and fro
From darkness to light
From sickness to health
From goodness to evil
And back again.
It's enough to make anyone confused.
The sage has found the stillpoint
between;
Remaining neutral
She teaches by living a simple,
honest life;
She creates by allowing,
She feeds without forcing,
And gives by receiving.
She heals by perceiving
One's inner wholeness,
Then lets go.
Because she lets go,
She's always in touch.
The God of this world is sometimes
male
Sometimes female,
Lives in mountains, valleys, or heavens,
According to fashion or need.
But the God that can be conceived
Is not the One
Which holds all
Unfolds all
Fills all
Wholes all.
It is the clear light
That illuminates all colors,
The unnameable Source
Conceiving the inconceivable.
In the natural world
Sacrifice is meaningless,
As all things come and go
From the One.
The true healer,
Immune to false sacrifice,
Faces birth and death with equal joy.
All That Is, like You
Breathes in, breathes out.
The more it releases
The more it takes in.
Much talking about healing
Will stifle you.
Be still and breathe.
The Breath of Life inspires
The eternal womb of the
Divine Mother
Who conceives and gives birth
To the promise of God in every being.
Thus our well is eternal
The Breath of Life fills us
Again and again.
The self is deathless.
Why?
Because life transforms into life
And Love never dies.
A whole person
Centered in the Self
Has no need to be self-centered.
Receiving all from the Self
Returns all,
Does not try to own life
And so becomes life.
Attune yourself to personal energy
Feel it flow like water,
Jagged stones of firm belief
Smoothed into nothing;
Cleansing, clearing, nurturing,
healing.
Follow it faithfully, honestly,
spontaneously,
Let it empower and serve.
Emotions are energy, too.
When they flow the most
They hurt the least.
Does a tree send its roots
to the skies?
Will you continue to pursue
What is before your eyes?
When seeking love from another
Dare you love yourself
As much?
Life is the teacher of wisdom
So live it.
Love is the teacher of healing
So be it.
Truth without compassion
is not the whole truth
And healing without a loving spirit
is not true healing.
A miracle is merely the truth
of God made plain
Healing is merely our separation
from God made whole.
There is no difference between
healer and healed,
Both must be willing to dismiss the
ego's banal struggle
And recognize the utter holiness
Of each breath, of all things.
This is the challenge of love.
The true healer lets go of the senses
And moves from the center of intuition;
Blameless, she gives herself permission
To be exactly who she is.
People come together to form a
healing circle,
But the power lies in the empty center.
A person's chest rises and falls
But the breath that fills it cannot
be seen.
Muscle and bone join to make a body
But the life force within is invisible
to the eye.
A child's laughter bursts with joy
And the source of it cannot be
touched.
What can one be
But the instrument of unseen bliss?
Rely on your eyes
You will not see;
Rely on your ears,
You become deaf;
Address only symptoms
And you will miss the point;
Stride after perfect health
And become lame.
The true healer lets go of the senses
And moves from the center of
intuition;
Blameless, she gives herself
permission
To be exactly who she is.
One who believes in success
Is no different than one who believes
in failure:
Both have left their center.
One who heals to attain power
Is like one who suppresses symptoms;
Both are attached to the outcome.
One who identifies with a body
Will never make it whole,
But when the healer sees beyond
the body
Healing comes naturally and without
effort.
Know your path to be the path of all,
That you may safely guide.
Love all beings as members of your
own Body,
That you may truly serve.
You can't see it with the ordinary eye
You can't hear it with the ordinary ear
You can't feel it with the ordinary
touch
You can't separate it from light or
dark
You can't approach it from ahead or
behind.
It's like a pyramid of mirrors.
Everywhere you look
You see yourself.
Open the pyramid to see what's inside:
The reflection of You.
To define your life is futile;
Don't get ahead of yourself
Don't get behind yourself
Don't compare yourself.
Just be you and enjoy what's inside.
Consider it:
In this present moment God chooses
to be you.
Ancient Healers were one with
infinite love
But they ignored social convention
So people thought they were crazy.
They would pay attention to what
others overlooked;
While others debated, they would
be silent
While others would worry, they'd
be unconcerned.
Alert, they discover the world anew
with each footfall
Humble, they greet you with the
innocence of a child
Patient, they wait for nothing,
knowing everything is here
Present, they respond to change
like an eagle in flight
Open, they listen without judgment
Gentle, they cradle your soul in the
memory of light.
Intent on deepest healing
Some carry the deepest wounds.
Placid, they are the still, clear pool
Reflecting mountain and sky.
Quiet the mind
Be still
And watch the breath of God
Rise and fall
In all things.
Allow God's breath
To be your breath;
Allow God's nature
To be your nature.
The nature of God
Is to love and be loved;
Your desire to love creates intention,
Intention focuses attention,
Attention illuminates understanding,
Understanding manifests forgiveness,
Forgiveness is the fountainhead
of Love.
Intend to be Love
And know death for what it is:
The inbreath of God.
The greatest healer
Stays in the background
Orders no one
Talks little
Loves much.
If you do not trust those you serve
How will they trust you?
Share your heart,
It's all you have
And all they need to learn.
When the Way of Love is lost,
Rules and ethics are praised,
Knowledge and style worshipped
And credentials are king;
When security is sought
A professional mask appears;
For the fearful and faithless,
Associations and saviors arise.
If all the scientists, analysts, and
theorists disappeared today,
Not one part of truth would be lost.
If all the judges, lawyers, priests and
prosecutors disappeared,
Not one part of morality would be lost.
If all the investors, speculators,
and brokers disappeared,
Not one part of wealth would be lost.
On the contrary, truth, love,
and abundance
Would be more easily received.
Center yourself first in Wholeness
And all the parts will be yours.
Live on the fine edge between
light and shadow
And infinite creation is yours.
Appearing unscholarly, slovenly,
weak,
Full of contradictions
I owe nothing to no one.
While others mask their fear
With pomp and circumstance,
Loud music and assumed poses,
I move without plan or purpose
Celebrate unseen life
With the secret smile of a child.
Perhaps I am confused,
But why own land
When the Universe is mine?
The learned declare great wisdom —
How small and foolish I feel
When I consider the cosmos.
Great minds are full
Of facts, figures, and brilliant ideas;
How worthless my contribution:
An empty slate.
Some stand out in bright display
But I am like a wave on the sea,
Who can distinguish me from all the
rest?
Constantly,
Important people are doing important
things.
Useless, I recline placidly
On the ample lips of the Great Mother.
The Spirit of Healing, like an infinite
cloud
Takes the moment's perfect form,
Yet is formless;
It can be seen, but not touched
Felt, but not held;
Light on the outside, dark within.
Yet even the darkness is teeming with
life,
And failed knowledge bears the seeds
of faith.
Therefore, allow faith to reveal;
In the last, the First is seen
In disease, Wholeness
In a blade of grass,
all of creation.
When the Great Wheel turns
Who can stand against it?
The rigid break apart,
Therefore, relax and merge.
Yang flows into Yin and becomes
empty;
Yin filled, becomes Yang.
Energy flows to the opposite pole,
Thus wealth flows to the simple
And the rich man's money goes out
with the tide.
The true healer honors life.
Using the silent language of the heart
She does not speak, yet is understood,
Not promoting herself, people are
drawn to her,
Not seeking safety, she is secure,
By serving others, is served by all,
By being ordinary, rises to perfection.
It is true:
Live on the fine edge between light
and shadow
And infinite creation is yours.
The cloud does not insist upon
its form,
The wave does not force its way over
the ocean,
So why should you clutch so tightly
Your little map?
Follow your heart
And know joy in all things.
The path of freedom
Has no markers,
Yet leads to fulfillment;
The path of confusion
Is crowded with signs,
Pointing in all directions.
The Great Way is a humble, solitary
path
Leading home;
Follow it closely and be guided.
How do you know you are on the
Way?
When your map no longer serves you.
Try to stand above others
And end up on your knees.
Try to get ahead of others
And fall behind yourself.
Trying to prove yourself to others
Means you don't know who you are.
Present a facade to the world,
And you'll live to see it crumble.
Boasting of cures heals no one,
While proclaiming special powers
Will fool some and annoy others.
Spiritual arrogance is a heavy burden
indeed;
It looks light, but is hard to bear.
Being honest is much easier
And less annoying.
No matter how great you pretend to be,
It is not as great as you truly are.
If you rely on the power of another
You weaken your own.
If you seek to own the world
You limit your abundance.
The expert guide leads people forward
By plopping them on their rumps,
Dropping the contents of their minds
Down to their bellies.
Removing their goals
Strengthens their intentions.
With a clear mind
They see the confusion desire creates.
Be still and let it happen.
The bird who learns to fly
Must also learn to land.
She flies far
But never forgets her nesting place.
She travels far
Yet understands her boundaries.
She appreciates external beauty
But does not compare herself to it.
The healer is like this.
She channels great joy
And avoids putting on airs;
She visits distant realms
And knows contentment's at home.
One who flits about seeking peace
Forgets to look in her own tree.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from The Tao of Healing by Haven Trevino. Copyright © 1999 Haven Treviño. Excerpted by permission of New World Library.
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