We can never start too soon
Be Love outside the practice room.
Dissolving the separation
Between life and meditation.
Watching every breath we breathe
Checking intentions when we speak.
Fucking honest when we need
Raw, flawed, and pretension-free.
Picking glass up from the street
To protect another's feet.
Not feeling special or heroic
And not judging the one who throwed it.
But because we care and feel devoted
And wish we could clean up the whole Ocean.
We breathe in heated conflict
No more righteousness and blame.
Committing again and again
To not raise our voice, guilt trip or shame.
It's to ask 'What can I give?'
Instead of seek 'What can I get'
Knowing the Yogi's were not joking
About selfless service in ancient texts.
Spiritual life can never bloom
If it is just us seeking ourselves.
Spiritual life means to find out:
How much cam I embody, and how much can I help?
Taking our peaks into the heavens,
Back into to the Heart and body.
Where it's not just I, myself,
Me-me-me and mine.
My life, my journey,
my connection to the divine.
But where it's about us, pachamama,
courage, I & I.
Where we share our laughter and our love
Wiping tears from each others eyes.
Where we sing songs and come together
Celebrating and serenading Life.
Knowing that war cannot survive
That Love wins every fight.