April is National Poetry Month. And in honor, I'll put up a poem a day.

This weekend I did Shambhala Training Level 3. We were asked to write a poem about our experience.

Shambhala Training in Three Levels

Level One
I watch the white shape dance on the carpet
A flitting white spot from a gap in the blinds
It turns into lips that smile and speak words I can't hear
And like my thoughts, this illuminated dancing light
(that escaped onto the carpet)
Dances, and changes, and flickers, and entertains me

Level Two
My old mind had such control I thought that I existed
I let my fears take root and hold and watched as my hopes persisted

But then one day I got the word that these were not real things
That hope and fear were future tense, not what I was experiencing

Hope is simply speculation and fear's not in the moment
This was such a revelation, I've decided to embrace and own it

Level Three
I want to show you love
(and I want it to look like this: no defenses

I want to show you space
(and I want it to look like this: no defenses

I want to show you courage
(and I want it to look like this: no defenses

I want to show you that I'll show up
(and I want it to look like this: no defenses

— Marya F.