“flaring briefly, brightly”
imagine, each emotion as a flower
in the garden of the heart
budding, blooming
fading away
each a seven-second life
of its very own
flaring briefly,
brightly
in all imaginable shapes
and shades of white and pink,
fiery reds, yellows, deep purples
and the palest of blues . . .
how many lived and flourished
in your heart just today?
do you know them by name?
welcome them all the same?
“red berries remind me”
on a winter’s day
a warm breeze holds
the promise of spring
and as my senses drink in the world
i wonder: is my red the same as yours?
is the chickadee’s call the same for you?
red berries remind me
that all is not the same for all
that we see what we have learned to see
that each of us is a unique lens, a facet of the whole
that is gathering and reflecting light back
into the Mystery
“learning to love”
begin where you are
and love that which you can love
the sunrise, a bird, your friend, a favorite chair . . .
and season upon season
nurture the circle of love
opening your heart
wider, deeper, including more
of what shares your life
“taste the honey”
a sage who traveled
the ocean of truth
spoke of treasures that
bring peace to the heart of man
”know the good and the bad,
yet only ever dwell on the good” he said
too simple, I thought at first
thankfully
even the fool
gets to taste the honey
when she tries
“pausing and pondering”
what makes me pause,
while i am rushing
by the moments that hold out
their treasures and tenderness?
what causes me to slow and stop,
to connect with my one and precious life
and go beachcombing on the shores
of the here and now?
“at the threshold”
don’t be afraid
of yourself
for a while put away
the toys that glitter and excite the senses
allow the quiet, still times
even the slight boredom
they are only the threshold to be crossed
to meet yourself again
“advocating wellness”
there is a four letter word
i am advocating to bleep
out of my vocabulary
no, no
not the sailor mouth words
that add occasional emphasis
this little word i have in my gaze
it is more insidious, destructive and
soul sucking
so, give me a B
give me a U
and an S
have you guessed it yet?
finish off, this little insult to happiness,
with a Y
and voilà, - we have busy
often: too busy to listen,
to play, to rest and to live well
may i replace busy with
another four letter word:
well
so that when asked: how are you?
the answer shifts from a slightly irritated: I am busy!
to an honest: I am well . . . Thank you!
“know thyself”
made of stardust
you and me, i often forget
to reflect in stillness
the perennial ponder of:
“know thyself”
how much do i know this stardust body?
with its ever-changing emotional weather systems,
its mental patterns that can stay subtle, or atrophy
and its clockwork cycles and rhythms
do i know my natural strength and talents?
my likes and dislikes, many caused
by the conditioning of this culture
do i know how to be free?
and belong to self-elected values
to find that which is indestructible within
perennial ponders
stardust to stardust
amongst all this empty space in the universe
“it waits . . . ”
what i seek is not far away
not in distance, nor in time
close, like the ocean of air
that permeates every living moment
to see it i need presence of mind
quietening the me, that gets lost in thought
slowing down to the present
then and there
it waits for me
the light of peace
faithfully
“responding to the gift”
yes, there is great need for wisdom
and ethics and discipline
yet, there also needs
to be the Wonder
the still moments
when wide open silence
is the purest expression
of our love
in response to the gift
of life
“gratitude for the small-big things”
let me give thanks
for these days
of mobility,
good eyesight,
and freedom from pain.
for my voice,
sense of balance,
and healthy lungs and guts.
for all that works so well
that gives and lives in constant service
to this body i call home
let me give thanks
“above the fog”
this seems to be a hurdle
we all face
the remembering
of our best intentions
of kind, skillful ways
and qualities that nurture the heart
of humanity
easy to talk about, to write about
much harder to practice
living life from our genuine core
each of us making their many attempts
to rise above the fog of forgetfulness
“entwined”
today
i will companion the day
for the pure joy of it
cheering on the ever-changing clouds
welcoming the newborn mushrooms
witnessing and marveling at it all
while Life and i holding hands, skip along
“shine upon all equally”
our words
change the world
spreading far and wide
long after they have left our lips
our communications
with others and with ourselves
ultimately decide the quality of our lives
may our words then
be spoken from the heart
with the clean intent to uplift one another
“as if for the first time”
me and my ears
went on a playful date
voyaging together on the ocean of sound
hearing as if for the first time
until the familiar became wondrous again
where what we thought i knew
dissolved
what freedom!
“wholehearted”
“How are you?”
three short words
so often spoken
usually directed outward
often asked in passing
but what if, we turned
these words inward?
asking them with warmth
and wholehearted interest:
How are you . . . body of mine?
How are you . . . my heart and feeling life?
How are you . . . my thoughts and mental processes?
and paused and patiently listened . . .
then these three words
could become the opening
to a fine internal conversation
bringing ourselves back
into the here and now
“the hearth”
may my life never stray far from kindness
for do we not all flourish when nurtured by kindness?
does kindness not reach across distances and divides,
healing our loneliness and misperceptions?
given freely, without cleverness or calculation,
asking nothing in return
kindness becomes a simple way of life
may my life always return
to the hearth of kindness
“living art”
what a living art it is
to be fully awake
to this moment
to be still enough
to notice our own life
moving within the flow
as each unique instant melts
like a snowflake - seeking to be witnessed
when meeting our warm heart
“the wheel”
today i pause to witness
the Great Wheel of Change
as it moves
ever onwards
transforming all
in its path
more
potent than
any of my wishes
“imagine, imagine, imagine”
a thought experiment
i imagine
the views that have congregated inside of me,
the firm stances i have on juicy topics such as:
animal rights, freedom of speech, pollution, violence in the media, abortion, weapons proliferation, capital punishment . . . the list and my views on them is long, very long
now i imagine
holding the opposite view
moving from pro to anti, or anti to pro
with equal acumen of reason and depth of feeling,
with equal surety of being right
the question is: will my old mindsets
even allow these temporary thought experiments?
then i try to imagine
holding no fixed views at all,
living without instant likes and dislikes
free from preexisting conditions
is it possible to experience
such childlike freedom again?
