“walk the tightrope”
sweet . . . unending . . . seeking
for new tastes, new sights, new touch
sweet . . . unending . . . seeking
for the comforts of the known, familiar, old slippers of heart and mind
bouncing between these two gravitational pulls,
chasing new and old makes up much of our story life
happy fools walk the tightrope between these two
and don’t get claimed by either too easily.
“new and old stories”
“humming”
life is so much more than politics, religion, science, our current understandings and cultural conformities.
life is vast
reaching, all the way
from the small, to the tiny, to the 'barely there' matters of charged particles
to the huge, unimaginably large expanses of space surrounding
our sweet home planet.
it connects the aspen trees to the stars,
the baboons to the kingdom of mushrooms
and we, you and me, are part of it
we are included
in this vast living web of life.
it pulses through us,
connecting us
to all there is, was and will ever be
we are part of the Great Harmonies
connected to the humming
. . . humming . . .
listen
it is eager to be with us.
“included”
“now you see it”
we walk a fine line
between chaos and order
unaware - surprised
when certainty crumbles - to
reveal new realities
“in the blink of an eye”
we, who are spirit tethered to body,
and are daily confronted with the inescapable joys
and pains of human existence,
can choose to be peace-makers.
we can choose to make peace with our bodies,
and the limitations that arise from sickness and aging
we can choose to make peace with the waves of emotions,
that at times can thrash us like wild storms
we can choose to make peace with the constant flow of thoughts,
that can persuade us into contradictory aims
we can choose to make peace with history,
from our own unique story, to the story of our global sister and brotherhood
we can choose to make peace with our teachers,
including our family, our friends and loved ones and our so called enemies
it sounds so simple and impossible at the same time, doesn’t it?
yet,
peace has a chance
when we begin to see our tantrums, our internal and external wars,
as luxuries we can no longer afford
when we stop pointing our finger, at the problems “out there”
and begin, with tenderness and grit, to express peace more than our self-righteousness.
. . . and if we choose to be a companion to peace, maybe add a splash of play to the mix
peace plays itself out
on the canvas of my life
requiring restraint
and infinite tenderness
- peace ends and begins within
“softening”
good medicine for
the past, present and future
is smooth forgiveness
soft and fair - it melts our pain
to be able to go on
“forgiveness”
“the giving and receiving of forgiveness”
“gratitude tanka”
the body, my friend,
and life all around - nurtured
by cycles supreme
what can my only response
and prayer be, but: thank you!
“giving thanks”
“the tale begins ….”
goddess of fire
what is your story?
tell us of touching with warmth
and light this planet -
radiant and life giving
we bathe in your ancient glow.
“goddess of fire”
“together”
Love, how wonderful
to delight in each other!
Still we are blessed with
time - receiving the gift of
life - thankful for the moment.
“overspill”
“up and up”
autumn sky above
this vast blue sheltering dome
home to every breath
a constant, fresh - give and take
may i be as welcoming
“12 answers to the wheel of change”
today i am still
in a sphere of sound - listen
to the ebb and flow
a world of freedom opens
it has been there - where was i?
what Love, would you like
to be like in ten years time?
at the crossroad now
masters we have always been
of the weeds we grow within
we journey inward
to sacred spaces - again
with our reasons fresh
seeing others on their path
what joy each unique try is
background story:
we choose what we believe.
i have chosen to believe,
that within each of us lives
a seeker for truth and meaning.
each of our paths unique,
each a one time only experiment,
that has never existed, nor will ever exist again.
so there it is:
the pilgrim
the path
- made up of our countless attempts and devotions
then there is reason
- fresh and bright, lighting our way
and there is kinship!
we may come from different directions
taking different routes and styles of travel,
yet do we not all seem to aim towards inclusion
with the Great Mystery?
"next"
slumbering giants
stir in us - repetitious
thoughts, words and actions
build our future selves to be
good to know one's intentions
"intention & attention"
"where patience lives"
each moment arrives
on its own shimmering wings
patience lubricates
the meeting of now and self
- a peaceful continuum
"sweet spot mandala"
joy illuminates
this dot of the galaxy
flares in the darkness
sending secret love letters
soul offerings to the gods
a bit of background:
Imagine looking at our beautiful blue planet surrounded by vast, beyond comprehension v a s t, space . . .
Now, envision the Joy experienced by humans as flashes of lightning across the skin of the Earth, creating a symphony of light, - arcing, flaring, flashing . . .
These sparks of Joy seem like beautiful offerings to the gods. Love letters of gratitude and of trust for the gift of life.
Here is to vast, open minds and joyous hearts, illuminating this sweet spot in our galaxy.
"the wild mare"
my mind
a wild mare roaming untamed from
future to past
stopping for scant seconds in the now
only to do it all over again - at a fast gallop
Whoa! i call to her, let's slow down.
"wishes"
background story:
For all of us there will be days of witnessing seemingly overwhelming pain in this world, - be it physical, emotional or mental suffering, be it in self or in others.
Facing pain, it is easy to get gripped by confusion and fear - and reach for ill-founded remedies of blame and hatred, even avoidance - hardening the heart and mind.
How then shall I train myself, when, inevitably, encountering pain?
How to give comfort and be a healing balm into the world?
Transforming fear and pain into peace of mind.
How to keep spinning, spinning, spinning compassionately in this mad love dance of life?
A longtime quest to hold close to the heart.
Inviting resolve and wisdom, peace and kindness, buoyancy and forgiveness to be constant companions along the path.
"healing balm"
unclouded by doubt
the power of thought radiates outward
like the rays of the sun
blessings, wishes, prayers - anchor peace and well being
becoming a healing balm for the earth and all its tenants
"anticipating joy"
loving touch
how pleasant it is to give and receive
between all beings
animate and seemingly inanimate - they thrive
as we add our signature of nurturing touch to the palette of life
"a flow of warmth and inclusion"
"what is her story?"
the story I tell myself
from a blank slate
it takes mere fragments to hum a story-truth into existence
my story makes her what she is for me
then, change the lens and the scene chimes differently…
what if I learned she had traveled the world,
had an engineering degree and spoke five languages
or, that she was a refugee, eking out a living
for herself and her two small children
colorless energy becomes a story
it is what it is
change the story - change your life.
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