The Golden Room 

Once more the holiday season is here and we are ever so busy. We are busy making sure that our season adequately reflects our privileged existence here on this planet, we always see room for improvement, and we constantly strive for bigger and better things to come. Our spaces are wonderfully prepared for us, and yet, hardly do we find ourselves in a state of satisfaction and gratitude.

This busy work is all too easy to understand, because there is a secret we have forgotten. As we work to redouble our luxuries, we forget that everything we need for happiness is already right here within us.

The following poem is an exercise to help us remember our unseen power and ability to be happy and content. Once we entered the golden room and learned to return often, our spaces turn into places where we celebrate a great love for life and people near and far beyond the palisades of our palaces.

The Golden Room- A Breathing Exercise

The Golden Room is yours.

The Golden Room is so inviting.

The Golden Room is calm and quiet.

You might want to pass it in a rush, yet, there you find infinite harmony.

You might stomp there in anger just to bathe in eternal peace.

You might stagger in with agony and be surrounded by healing in abundance.

You might even crawl inside, in shame and guilt and fear, still, there you soar in boundless compassion.

You might huff and puff with righteousness, and there you are uplifted by forgiveness.

You might wander all alone in solitary pain, but there your dearest friend is waiting.

So now, child, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in-

wonder — breathe out.

So now, friend and foe, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in –

delight — breathe out.

So now, mother, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in –

adore —- breathe out.

So now, father, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in –

appreciate — breathe out.

So now, teacher, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in –

rejoice — breathe out.

So now, woman and man, welcome to the Golden Room, breathe in –

admire — breathe out.

So now, ance

Again and again and again.

Until eternity will close the door.

Pinewood Estate at Bok Tower Gardens, Florida.