“morning greetings”
The Mystery continues, as i open my eyes
And return from the dreamworld
Awaiting me is a brand new day
Never have i been here before
I meet you for the first time, again
We both have been changed by the tides of life
So i listen to you, fresh
For you come to me as a storyteller
From your beautiful worlds
“from your beautiful worlds”
“upside down”
ideas, like flocks of colored birds
perch in the branches of my mind
. . . and after decades of idea-having,
i wonder: what’s going on there?
surely i don’t rule the movements of these idea birds,
i can’t will them to be absent from my mind,
nor manifest a truly original thought
so i find myself trying out another view:
people don’t have ideas,
ideas have people
turning my world upside down
“in wonderment”
“into the wonder”
below our feet the molten core of Mother Earth
all around above us the sheltering shield of the van Allen belts
while oceans ripple with the breath of the tides
and colors blush and pulse across the land
on fin, wing and hoof curved patterns are written
as timeless migrations continue all over the globe
and countless sparks of life blink on and off
on this dot of space, in this protected womb of life,
within spheres of wonder, i take my next breath
“spheres within spheres”
“return of the light”
return of the light
returning to stillness
to gentleness
to peace within
to the freshness of this moment
to the bounty of life
to the wonder
returning home
to be companion to
the Mystery
“returning home”
“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.
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