Mothers Day!

Happy mothers Day as the title says!
A poem I wrote for the mother of the house today, Since i havn't written anything as of recently; in addition, to posting anything, i figured id post this! enjoy!


The fish's fin, reached out of the sand, praying to that huge, macrocosm that which is the ocean, to swallow the fish once again.
He prayed to the Sun, that he wouldnt be subjugated to the sun's wrath, he prayed, for life. he prayed to feel love again.
He prayed to the flowers roots, that were connected to the much larger Lungs of the universe, the trees, to supply him with life force.

He prayed that his mother would live happilly.
The prayer surrounded, and informed the fish with a feeling he had felt his entire life
his mother's love.
Then she spoke
Whether you be in or out of the Ocean, you will allways be gifted with the rain that pours down, and that is me telling you that you are my son.
If you feel hopeless, bewildered, or scared, i will be there, and I shall hold you with arms of nourishment,
telling you that you are my son, forever.
If you feel Hate, Revenge, Anger, I will be there, my smile laughing a ray of luminosity, into the dark clouds.
telling you that you are my son, forever shall I love you.
And forever shall you Love me
Unconditionally
The Trees send their life force to another flower, when that flower is in need, then that life force is imbued the strength of experience and the energy of compassion. This is what a son is, it is the passing on of energy from the mother.
Thank you mother for that energy, it is beautiful, it is love itself. It Is the sun that envelopes all of life.
Thank you for being the Sun.
With true nourishment comes concern

Love Uncondiontally,
Cody

The Seagull's gift

The ineffability of love, channelled through the wings of the seagull, spread and then folded, to work with the flow of the wind. As the sand mimicked the act of flying by pervading right above the earths surface, a huge gull landed not but five feet away from me. I felt as though I was watching the epitome of art, as the gull became a sponge, and absorbed all of the suns rays into its beautifully constructed body. The gull was expanding its energetic presence into every crevasse of this dimension. I contemplated why this bird had arisen in front of me, was it because he was there to compose an orchestrated flight of his brother and sister gulls? Or rather there just to illustrate how beautiful this place really is. After i had conceived the last drop of thought in the puddle of mental phenomenon, I received a vision. The seagull had opened up a space for just him and me. In this obscure seeing, he was busy pecking away at my solar plexus region, relinquishing all of the subtle imbalances that i had held onto thus far in my life. In this moment, love pierced through the reinforcement of the mind's conditioning, and soared through the mountains of memory freely, and without interference. As liberation sunk into the field of awareness, I thanked the gull, and named him the wiseman, after he gave me one last glimpse of a very old man garnished in an almost translucent pearl white robe. The wiseman had imbued me with his own transcendental harmony, chanelled through the accompaniment of the seagull.
Once i was brought back to the physical plane,thoughts began to permeate from the conditional mind's sphere of influence. Thoughts came and went, just like the flow of lava erupting and falling back into the earths crust. There was no need to identify with the thoughts that wanted to hook in. Through allowance, came silence, Through silence, came trust, and trust lead me to find something beautifull: A huge Conch shell, blanketed in the sand's grasp. I'd never seen a conch shell before, let alone such a huge beautiful one. This conch shell brought me to going deeper into the feeling of love, and then allowed a seeing to arise. This seeing was that everything in the universe is perfect, is right, and nothing is seperate from the sand, the seagulls, the ocean, the sun, or a commet a billlion miles away. Whenever i feel the need to hear the seagull's harmonious squawking, or the ocean's serenade, I listen to the conch shell, and I know that I am the universe.

The falling leaf of the Tree, No seperation,

There is no place where beauty isn't imbued in a flower's countenance,
No place where beauty isnt extending its arms out from the limbs of the trees,
No place where beauty isnt Hanging as a reminder on an innocent child's face,
No place where beauty isnt sung in unison with the grasshopper's chirp,

There is no place where the moon's rays do not pierce,
let go of controlling the darkness, And merge with the cosmic ocean.

Let go of life, and it will bring you Itself.
Just through rights of consciousness, Just through rights of consciousness.

Purification is not needed, All that is needed is the subtle seeing of love, to bring trust into the one letting go.

Beauty is selfless, the selfless is beauty, You are everything,
uncondionality is resonating with this expansion.

As we speak, the harmony of life is calling you, listen, listen,
see, see,
Your world is here, And its time to breathe.

- This poem was written very late at night, and early in the morning, and through this peculiar, yet very enjoyable piece, i found that art is really the centralized vein of expression, on a physical level. This expression flows freely from the cosmic ocean, and into a waterfall bringing with it trust and compassion. Its time for some damn sleep! goodnight! Oh and I've never written poetry, but i really enjoyed working on this piece indeed!
Much harmony, and blessings on your path-
Cody Snyder

the island of phenomena. Shaman, fisherman, and blindman Arise.

The shaman spoke,"Everything arises within you, meaning awareness is the island Of the conditioned world's duality. While simultaneously traveling beyond what the 5 senses of condionality can percieve, lies the perfect being.You are allready awake, because you were never asleep. The man under the island is waiting for you to let go, and then he will come to blow away the memories attached to the many rooms in your household that are useless. He will then come to Brush off the Channels of unconditional love, and creativity. Then you will see that all it took to try to be pure, was observed within you, and the action of meditating and using the psclobyin mushroom, were all observed within you, within Love within the connected world of the island's infinite circumfrence."

A man appeared. With this i asked him, what is it that allowed you to see the breathe of you.

"I dont think i have seen or recognized anything,"said the fisherman." If this was so it would mean that i was blind at one point."

"That in itself is ridiculous, something to be known? Striving to achieve? Purification? Cleansing? Clearing? Seeking? All of these imply that your in bondage, that your in pain. And your searching outside of you to be fundamentally liberated from the oppression of the ego. once you see them as just fish coming for food, and then leaving to go to sleep, then to wake up and eat again and play and communicate with the other fish, then you will be okay with Casting a line to the sea, then you will be okay with how you cast the line, you will be okay when a fish doesnt come to your hook, you will be okay when it does, you will see that allowing is the way of the universe, it is the way of awareness, it is the way of consciousness. It is the way of the fisherman's fishingpole. Then you will see that thought cannot increase or decrease yours or my amount of dissatisfaction. This is how you will talk to fish." The fisherman got up and the line at the end was missing a hook, and he said when he caught a glimpse of surprise in me,"The ego is playfull, Let this fish come and talk with you, he can be a funny one, Kindve like a puffer fish, but then let it go, and its toxins will not be poisonous.

What is it that Makes you see beautifull things in dreams? the blind man said,"There was a feeling of light absorbed in my right eye, and a feeling of Icey coldness arising in my left eye. I once resisted them when my eyes were good. Then I became blind, and I could see the light and darkness arising, as just that. as just beingness. This brought life to my dead eyes, This brought the sun and the moon. This brought the mountains. this brought the ocean. I had never seen these things before. This is awareness, and awareness is this." The blind man explained.

The phenomenological world in which everything is arising and falling, All observed, without the one observing. THE SUN MUST RISE, THE MOON MUST RISE. but they never fall. They're allways there, its just from the phenomonological perception that creates a space or time between them, this feeling of seperation from yourself, is observed within you!