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Poetry from a 75 year old Kalani Resident
Some people dont know that you can live at Kalani. We have a stewardship program where you can own a cottage here and rent it out part of the year.
The following words are from Lewie Pell, a well-loved Kalani steward gifted at poetry.
I live, work, play, pray with my life partner Christiana, in the foothills of the Sierras in Northern California, with 3 months a year at Kalani. I am deeply committed to personal and planetary transformation on all levels.
Ammachi is my guru and Adyashanti our teacher. My works as a pastoral minister with the homeless and runaway kids for 20 years at Covenant House in New York City turned my lifetime poetry/songwriting to rhyming, rapping and spoken word performing which I do wherever, whenever...
Brother Lewie's my name
prayer power's my game-
prayer power, any minute any hour
all we gotta do
is get in touch with you know who
You know who - G-O-D
good orderly direction
that's the connection
you put your life in order
then you swim in happy waters.
How? Jesus said it best
seek the kingdom first, and its righteousness
all will be added unto you
nothing you need to do
but do your very best
and life will do the rest,
reach up as high as you can each day
-the best way to pray-
and God will reach down all the rest of the way.
Then reach out and help someone out
and you'll be helped out no doubt-
it's true as blue sky is blue
all the good you do will come back to you.
and that's the true blue
from your Bro Lew.
Poem about Kalani...
This lihau (mist) drizzle on my face
calls me to lighten up
in the Kalani embrace
of transformation now.
Each Aloha smile
jump starts the radiant
sunrain dance within
to deepen, deepen
run to the ocean's edge,
dive into the sparkle
swim the wide warm deep waters
of our pure being.
let the tide call of
I'm here, I'm here
draw us to new depths
of whole new me - you
one living sea
oh say can you see what I see
can we be what we see
one rainbow family
living a sweet harmony
where jungle sounds surround
coqui, coqui, go free! go free!
coqui, coqui, go free! go free!
don't fake it
I woke up this morning
feeling - well, pretty shitty
something about some essentials
I'd forgotten to bring for this day's trip
Sent my mind into
'just is' 'just is'
words of acceptance
like sea waves
in a vision
pounding the Puna pali
will the waves of my acceptance efforts
ever break down all the layers of resistance?
how long O Lord, how long?
..Adyashanti reading after meditation
say's it's simple, just wake up!
No-thing here at all...
I'll let today's waves
keep saying that,
with no words, I hope.
Because of my age at 75, there's a lot of goodbyes ...
Clouds come and go
Waves rise and fall
People come and go
One of many poems to Ammachi, the "hugging saint" of India who has hugged over 26 million people.
Once again you are in our land in your physical form-
and I am determined to come to you
barefoot, bare mind, bare heart empty of all but my yearning
to melt into your blessed Being...
Why does it seem harder this time - and easier?
Never before the defender of this false self
So arrayed at their crumbling walls
to do battle with this Conqueror
who comes adored with the skulls of former egos
dancing her ecstatic victory dance
bright maya - slashing sword, whirling, flashing
Singing the sonorous war songs.
echoed by her devotees' million voices
armed with a smile that eclipses the sun,
a lover's glance that melts mountains
a hug that embraces the cosmos-
O Ma! Never so easy
for this little one
to lay himself down in thee