Poems

Beyond the world of discovery that music has been for me, there was always the bigger world, the universe of questions about what we’re a part of, how it works, and how to best fit into the larger whole.

My love of words, a fascination with scientific, philosophical, and spiritual inquiry, and a quiet determination to learn how to be a better human (and a happier man) have led me on a path of shaping my experience, breath by breath, into poems.

Here are some of them.


Traveling

23 Mar 2017

What if we stepped into each moment
like a new country,
attuned to its uniqueness,
drinking in its sights and sounds?

Revelling in its differences,
we would sidestep the familiar,
grateful and eager for newness.

What if we traveled through our lives
as we would travel the world,
always moving,
with excitement,
into a foreign land?


Monkey mind

21 Mar 2017

Sometimes my mind roams
like a restless animal,
darting from thought to thought
in a frenzy of unease.

Seeking calm,
I try to quiet it,
to reign it in
like an unruly child.

And all my effort
only feeds resistance,
my thoughts running faster
as I chase after them.

Until I find the patience
of a loving guardian,
allowing my monkey mind its freedom,
watching with compassion
as it winds its way down to silence,
and rests peacefully
beside me.


I am the witness

08 Mar 2017

As long as I am a human
walking on this earth,
there are things I have been given,
for as long as I am here.

I have this body,
but I am not this body;
I have this mind,
but I am not this mind.

I am not my thoughts,
or my feelings;
my dreams,
or my fears.

I am what came before them,
and will last beyond them.

I am the flow of life,
and its joyful witness.


A Prayer of Gratitude

06 Mar 2017

In this moment,
I am alive,
breathing,
and awake,
drinking in the richness
that life presents to me.

I accept this gift,
unearned,
with gratitude,
humble and amazed
at life’s bounty.


Diversions

05 Mar 2017

Often, I awaken
in the middle of the night,
convinced there is something
I must do,
some complicated pathway
back to sleep.

I awaken from a dream,
a half-formed plan
receding from memory,
some urgency
that my dream self
would not abandon.

All these diversions
lure me away
from peace and rest,
towards goals
not understood,
not wanted,
or needed.

And often,
in the light of day,
I am likewise assailed
by waking dreams,
a myriad of imagined pursuits,
a million distractions
from the simple pleasures
of being.

Awakening
from this daylight dream,
I taste the fulness
of the moment,
a perfection
that takes no effort
to attain.


in the world of flesh and blood,
there are always itches to be scratched,
holes to be filled;
fears to be quelled,
urges to be satisfied.

in the world of spirit,
they are only flimsy dreams,
fleeting images,
coming and going
in the flow of time.

They are mirages,
shadows cast by clouded vision,
seen into existence
by the stubborn persistence of thinking.

In the world of presence,
they will quickly fade,
dissolving into the light.


Remembering

25 Feb 2017

(in memory of Larry Coryell,
best friend of one of my best friends)

Why do we wait
to feel our love
for so many people
(only in retrospect,
when they have left the Earth)
until they die?

Why does it take missing them
to value what they have given us?

It would be better, each day,
to stop and consider
who give us joy and comfort,
and return their gift,
while they can still enjoy it,
with gratitude.


Looking back across 65 years
of days and moments
mostly not remembered
there are threads
I have woven stories out of
flavors I have tasted
which linger on the palate
like a fading banquet of memory.

There has been drama
and joy
reasons for doubt
and reasons for rejoicing.

The meaning of it all escapes me
when I trace the paths
as details in a narrative
and the stories dissolve
into shadows of experience
and so much smoke.

There has been some pinnacle
I searched for
some peak of understanding
but looking back
and looking forward
all I see
is a clear and empty sky.

Standing here at this crossroad
all I know for certain
is that I have arrived here
on this day
breathing
and grateful.


We are always standing at a crossroad,
between what we believe
has shaped us,
and what we believe
is possible.


Flow

20 Feb 2017

Water flows,
unconcerned,
as winds,
and currents,
and tides,
and the pull of the Earth
guide it onward.

How simple
it would be
if we flowed
that effortlessly,
following awareness
where it leads.


The Sea, and "I"

13 Feb 2017

After this body dies,
will “I” continue on?

Perhaps this consciousness
which sees through my eyes
is like a drop of water,
separated for a while
from its mother,
the sea.

When it returns,
dissolving back
into its original home,
will it retain
the thoughts and stories
that are “me”?

Or will it all melt away,
yielding its identity
to the universal?

This is my prayer:
if I am but a drop
in this ocean,
may I do what I can,
while I remain in this body,
to purify this bit of water
that is me,
this little piece of Everything,
which is my lasting gift.


Resting In Emptiness

09 Feb 2017

I have been living in a dream
where I am always on the verge
of being right
or being wrong,
walking the razor’s edge
of triumph,
or disaster.

And then,
as I awaken,
it all blows away,
like so much smoke,
and I am resting,
comfortably,
in emptiness.


What I Leave Behind

07 Feb 2017

There will come a time
when I am dead and gone,
and all that will remain of me
are the memories I leave behind.

As I sit at this keyboard,
on the shore of a digital sea,
I pause, like a castaway,
as I toss my bits and bytes
into these streams and tides of data,
and consider:
is THIS how I would choose
to be remembered?


Hearts and Bones

06 Feb 2017

There’s a skeleton
inside each of our bodies,
and an angel
in each of our hearts.


The Perfect Wave

04 Feb 2017

With much gratitude
to Venerable Amy Miller

Life can feel
like an angry sea,
wave upon wave
throwing us onward,
across its roiling surface.

And what if we could meet each wave
as would a happy surfer,
greeting it as the perfect wave,
offering the ride of a lifetime?

What would we balance on,
on the surfboard of our dreams,
if not the openness of our hearts,
and the fearless intention
of our minds and spirits?


I Am Nothing

30 Jan 2017

Empty and open,
I am nothing
I thought I was,
nothing I could be,
or should be.

I am nothing
but an empty canvas
for life’s brush
to paint on,
a blank slate
for its song
to be sung,
its dance
to be danced.


Without Trying

25 Jan 2017

I am not the person
I may be expected to be.

Peeling away the layers
of who I am not,
the urge to please
and appease
slowly drop away.

I have tried
to smooth my edges
to fit the shapes
I thought
my world wanted.

I did not see
that my map of it
was of my own imagining,
that what truly fits
into its shifting tapestry
is itself constantly changing,
part of its flow.

There is a place
in this big world
for everything
to be what it is,
to find its own shape,
fluid and dynamic,
without trying
to be otherwise.


Looking Back

18 Jan 2017

Looking back
with a clear and open mind,
I see the little flies of anger
that have buzzed around me
for most of this life.

I have been mad at the world,
frustrated by a million minutiae
that fell short of my expectations,
the little slights and omissions
that did not meet my standards.

How silly it now seems,
to have spent so much energy and time
on a thousand little battles with them,
when, from a place of truer seeing,
I know that they were merely imagined,
figments of a fevered ego,
a petulant dictator,
foiled at every turn.

How much more peaceful now,
how much more full of joy,
to be in this world as it is,
that old swarm of petty annoyances
fading into so much smoke.


What Is Possible

16 Jan 2017

I walked on the moon. What can’t you do?

Eugene Cernan

We are rarely constrained
by what has happened,
as much as by
what we believe
is possible.


Bad and Good

16 Jan 2017

Nothing is entirely bad,
Or entirely good.

All we ever see
are the mind’s snapshots,
momentary glimpses
in a river of change,
filtered through our fears,
and hopes,
and assumptions..

Joy and suffering,
wanted and unwanted,
are part of a flow,
morphing and merging
as event follows event,
perception follows perception.

All we ever know
is that we are alive
and free to choose
in this moment,
free to look anew,
free to act.


Before Fear

14 Jan 2017

In our direst dreams,
we descend into hell,
and in our sweetest,
we ascend to heaven.

But still,
as we dream,
buffeted by fear and hope,
we remain where we are,
not where imagination leads us,
but where dreams subside,
and we come to rest,
before hope,
and before fear.


As I sit

13 Jan 2017

As I sit,
empty,
I am what fills me.

I am the candle,
glowing in the dark,
I am the flickering flame,
I am the dancing shadow.

I am everywhere
and nowhere,
awareness
flowing
into what I see.

I am the seeer
and the seen,
and the space between.


Wounds

10 Jan 2017

Some of our wounds
become covered
with bandaids of distraction,
which shield,
but do not heal.

Until,
when inspiration and courage strike,
the bandage is ripped away,
exposing what is raw and tender
underneath.

The air stings,
and the light burns,
as the pain, exposed,
flows out,
and away.

It is that moment of violence
against our own defenses
which frees us,
so that time
can heal us.


Time

08 Jan 2017

Time
paints its portraits
on everything,
etching into every surface,
layer upon layer,
the jagged edges of each moment
bleeding one into another,
telling stories
of coming and going,
birth and decay,
being and change.


Gratitude

03 Jan 2017

Gratitude
is how we acknowledge
the serendipity of our being here,
and that we continue,
moment by moment,
to recognize this gift,
this daily miracle,
this opportunity
to share what we are
and what we’ve been given.


The Way Forward

02 Jan 2017

Do not look back with regret
At what you haven’t done.

Look forward, instead,
At what moves you to action,
And let go of the rest.


A New Year

02 Jan 2017

Today we begin
our next trip
around the sun.

Part of our path
is laid out before us,
the momentum
of planets and particles,
people and plans.

All the rest is a cloud
of Brownian motion,
a million choices,
seen and unseen,
taken and not taken.

As we weave our way
through the web ahead,
may we see, all the while,
something in the distance
worth finding,
and, step by mindful step,
make our way towards it..


Without Resistance

29 Dec 2016

To be comfortable
with discomfort,
to be unafraid of fear,
to not be sad
about sadness
is to live in your own skin
without resistance,
allowing your life
to be the beautiful play
that it is.


What Was Hidden

29 Dec 2016

Self-discovery
is discarding who we think we are,
who we think we ought to be,
and seeing what remains.

There is nothing to discover,
only an uncovering
of what was hidden.

And the one who sees all this
is who we always were,
always will be.


With Gratitude to Pema Chodron:

Negative thoughts
are the little burps and farts
of the mind.

Inspirations
are the little orgasms
of the spirit.


We are born of Spirit,
with no shape,
like a blob of light.

As we walk through the world,
tourists in its worldy culture,
we collect its spare parts,
forming a frame around us,
a shield from threat and rejection,
held together with wire and tape,
the hope of being accepted.

It is like driving through life
in a junkyard car,
forever plugging the gaps
with rationalizations and deceptions,
ignoring the rattles and shakes
of encroaching entropy.

And there may come a time
when we grow weary
with the strain of grabbing
at its decaying seams,
and release our hold,
allowing time’s arrow to guide us,
the wisdom of falling apart,
to be naked once again.


This Perfect Moment

19 Dec 2016

In this perfect moment,
wanting nothing,
remembering nothing,
planning nothing,
I am boundless.

In this perfect moment,
I disappear,
becoming all
I experience.


Obscured By Clouds

19 Dec 2016

We are luminous beings,
obscured by clouds.

Too often,
the clouds become our world,
the props in our drama,
fears and hopes made real,
cloaking our light.

We are spirit and energy,
caked with the dust
of old ideas,
ossified by the rituals
of our stories.

To bore through this artifice
with the drill of attention,
mindfulness’s patient practice,
is to break free,
bursting into brilliance,
whole once more.


A Forest of Sadness

08 Dec 2016

There is a forest of sadness
I wander in from time to time,
stumbling, surprised,
upon its winding ways,
long hidden in forgetfulness,
tucked away beyond the well-worn paths
of the everyday, the familiar.

There is comfort
in its sombre embrace,
a peaceful acquiescence
to pain long past,
a gentle hug of empathy,
a breath of courage
to move on.


Devisiveness

17 Nov 2016

All too often,
when emotions swamp us,
we swim in a soup
of fear and anger,
careening off each other
like billiard balls,
in wild trajectories
of upset and judgement.

Strangled by ego,
tangled by myopia,
our paths of right and wrong
veer randomly away
from the simple path
of understanding.

From our common source,
we stray into a tangled jungle
of opinions and indignation,
a thicket of division.

How easily we forget,
when pride consumes us,
where we came from:
we are one family,
one mind.


Partisanship

12 Nov 2016

There is something in the human mind
that longs for simplicity,
searching always
for two sides:
good and evil,
right and wrong,
liberal and conservative.

Nuance is the enemy
of emotional thinking,
dissolving righteous anger
into calm and clarity,
scattering our clouds of outrage
into fading wisps
of unease and confusion.

At the core of our suffering
is the fear of uncertainty,
the niggling doubt
that nothing
and no one
can be pinned down.

To acknowledge this,
to accept it as our own,
is to give up blame,
to see ourselves and others
as we really are.

There are no liberals,
or conservatives,
there are only people.


What We Are

09 Nov 2016

Another Postscript to the Election:

Now is the time to be strong,
to look inside
for what does not depend
on outside circumstance,
for that which does not change
as life’s calamities
and disappointments
roll past us,
that which is beyond fear or hope,
that which is eternal and inherent,
which cannot be diminished,
because that is what we are.


a different world

09 Nov 2016

A Postscript to the Election:

I awoke today
in a different world,
where common sense
and common decency
seem to be devalued,
supplanted
by hatred
and fear.

Is this a new world order,
or is it merely the old one
laid bare?

Have we been blind
to the darkness
bubbling beneath
our blanket of civility,
seeing only the surface
of what we espouse?

Awakened from our dream,
we have reason to despair.

Or we can dig deeper,
acknowledging
the ugliness
and the grace
inside us all,
to build a new dream,
grounded in the truth
of who we are,
and begin the long walk
out of this darkness.


Want and Fear

25 Oct 2016

I have wanted things
that weren’t real,
and feared things
that weren’t real,
as well.

I have felt unease
that triggered thoughts
of longing,
of distrust,
or hope,
or dread.

Why
have I lived so long
in a world
of my own making,
so often blind
to the truths outside,
floundering
in my own imaginings?

How do we all
live so alone,
barricaded
inside our little universes,
hoping there is
a bigger world outside,
but afraid to find out?


Breaking Through

25 Oct 2016

We are born big,
born of Spirit,
and we have always known this.

Born into little bodies,
we learn to think small,
becoming less than we were
(and we have always known that).

Straining at our boundaries,
we yearn for more,
as if there were a greater world
(which we have always known).

Exploring the borders
of our own conceptions,
we break through;
we are home,
in a place we have always known.


Words

09 Oct 2016

Words
build the pathways
that our thoughts can follow,
and our thoughts,
with time,
create our experience.


Who am I?

09 Oct 2016

Who am I?

I am the invisible,
who sees the visible.

I am the intangible,
who feels the touch
of the tangible.

I am the silence,
who hears
what can be heard.


Where I Live

09 Oct 2016

As I strive
to stay connected
with this web I live in,
caught up
in the give and take
of information,
the creature I think of
as “my cat”
jumps up on my laptop,
claiming it
as his temporary home,
content to be
the center
of my attention.

Cut off from reports
of recent happenings,
unable
to communicate my views,
I am nailed to this moment,
contemplating this being
who shares my home,
and reminds me,
time and again,
to live
in the present.


When galaxies collide

09 Oct 2016

When galaxies collide,
is there chaos,
or is there union?

In the short run,
there is chaos;
in the long run,
union.

And so,
when two people
join their lives,
pulled by attraction,
then, as they commingle,
there are a million moments
of conflict and confusion,
slowly dissolving,
with the winding down of entropy,
as their differences dissolve.

As the progeny
of this union,
I am cursed
and blessed,
sorting out
the subtle differences,
befuddled and amazed,
aghast and grateful,
at this evolution
of being.


What we see

09 Oct 2016

As we look out at the world,
how much of what we see
is blurred and clouded
by the artifacts of seeing?

Through the mind’s eye,
filtered and quantized,
do we only see
what we expect,
or can understand?

Do we look
as through a scanner,
darkly,
filling in
each missing pixel
with memory,
hope, or fear?

Or can we look more deeply,
seeing how we see,
the forest and the trees,
the picture and the pixels?

Only through this inner eye
can we learn to see
both worlds,
the world inside,
and the world around us.


What I Am

09 Oct 2016

I am not my name,
or how I got here,
or who I think I am.

Without my mind’s
imaginings,
I am a point
of consciousness,
in space and time,
a tiny lense
the universe
peers through,
like a facet
of an insect’s eye,
a neuron
in a Greater Mind.

Like every living being,
I am a pulse
of awareness,
an atom
in a matrix
of infinite light.


To Believe

09 Oct 2016

To believe
in a noble dream
is to imagine
with commitment.

To believe in peace
will not make it so,
but it will set a path
towards it.

To believe in love
is to walk on that path,
practicing its way,
secure in its intention.


To Be Empty

09 Oct 2016

Empty and alone,
I stare at the flickering flame,
shadows dancing on the wall.

Thoughts roll in,
dark and heavy,
filling the emptiness,
oppressive.

Then they slip away,
unattended,
and the emptiness opens,
light and expansive.

This ebb and flow,
like breathing
in and out,
is the mind’s song,
the rhythm
of this human
experience.


Through That Lense

09 Oct 2016

When someone
who has touched us
with their love
is gone,
it is our gift,
and our duty,
to carry that with us,
and see the world,
whenever we can,
through that lense.

That is how
we honor them,
and ourselves.


Thinking and Doing

09 Oct 2016

To think about doing something
and to actually do it
are two different worlds.

First, there is the conversation,
sometimes endless,
about pros and cons,
and then there is
the simple act of doing.

When the conversation falls away,
action flows effortlessly,
as if energy and skillfulness
are what we swim in,
when we awaken to it.


The Virus and the Web

09 Oct 2016

The world we each live in
is made of everything
we see and hear.

Clamoring for attention,
ideas and images,
opinions and fantasies
assault us,
laced with joy or despair,
desire or anger,
jostling
for a central place
in our awareness.

And so,
we become infected
with the inner life of others,
a virus that circles our globe,
within this web
that grows around us.

Seduced by its power,
we forget to look in front of us
or inside ourselves -
a direct experience
of what is real and true.

And when we do look,
in the equanimity
of that peaceful place,
THAT is the best time
to plant our own seeds,
the viruses that heal!


The tree
outside my window
is not the same.

Has time replaced it
with another tree,
or is this simply life,
playing out before me?


The purpose of meditation
is not to become better.

It is spending time
not trying to change,
accepting what you are,
what you think,
what you feel,
without judgement
or complaint.

It is becoming
a compassionate observer,
befriending yourself,
and all your little selves,
enfolding them
in kind acceptance,
embracing them,
with all their little fears,
in the arms of love.


If the person
you think you are
isn’t real,
feel free to sacrifice him,
like so much smoke,
like forgetting a dream.

Abandoning who you aren’t,
nothing is left,
except what you are.


The perfect teacher

09 Oct 2016

A cat
is the perfect teacher -
you can expect nothing from him.

What he gives,
or receives,
unexpectedly,
is the truest gift,
to be savored,
and then released,
like a leaf
floating
downstream.


The One Who Sees

09 Oct 2016

As you observe yourself,
from mood to mood,
the sea
you appear to swim in
may change,
and the swimmer
may appear to change,
but there is always
the one who sees,
beyond these changes.


The Ocean Inside

09 Oct 2016

Poised with grace,
gliding effortlessly
along its surface,
you flow with the wave,
without being of it.

Perfectly balanced,
its power propels you,
its energy is yours,
as long as you ride it.

But, to fight it
is to fall
from its grace,
into the turbulence
beneath it.

In the roiling mess
inside it,
you will tumble wildly,
buffeted,
and broken.

To trust in its power,
abandoning resistance,
is to be free
of its violence.


The buddha in me

09 Oct 2016

I have seen glimpses
of the buddha in me.

Sometimes,
an ancient teaching,
sent through the ages
by the kindness
of countless caring souls,
pries me open,
illuminating the darkness
of my mind’s worst imaginings.

And sometimes,
the light of this world
peaks through my ruminations,
splashing the colors
of life’s abundance
across my inner shadows.

These are gifts
not to be taken for granted,
not as rewards bestowed,
but as part of nature’s bounty,
free to be discovered.

I am grateful
for this chance to look.


The Blue Dot

09 Oct 2016

My memories and expectations,
my opinions of myself
and the world around me,
are like a Google map
of my life.

I am the blue dot
in the middle of it all,
the nexus of motion,
always changing.


The bigness

09 Oct 2016

We mostly live In bubbles
of our own imaginings,
little worlds
of story,
want,
and fear.

When that membrane
that protects and isolates
touches the big world,
something resonates,
or buzzes with alarm.

We shrink,
hardening our skin,
sinking further
into separateness,
or we expand,
softening,
letting in
the bigness,
bit by bit.


Somewhere to be

09 Oct 2016

There is nothing
to become.

To peal away
the layers
of thought and story,
of fear and regret,
is to reveal
what was hidden,
the being
that always was,
and always is.

There is nowhere
to go,
only the discovery
of where
we already are.


Rainbows

09 Oct 2016

Why does a rainbow
seem to signify
how beautiful
the world is?

How easily
we forget,
but how simply
we can remember!


Perfection

09 Oct 2016

The mind
is our tool
for finding
what’s missing,
what’s wrong,
what needs fixing.

Always,
it seeks problems;
its thoughts -
the weapons
to vanquish them.

As it seeks and seeks,
it will find a problem
it cannot fix -
the busyness
of its own thinking,
the endless chain
of healing
the wounds
it has thought
into existence.

And it may see
its own complicity
(creating the obstacles
that stand in the way
of seeing),
and, in a moment of grace,
it may stand aside,
allowing us a glimpse
of our own perfection.


Our path

09 Oct 2016

Every experience
is a gift.

It is our choice
to receive it
with gratitude,
fear,
or indifference.

This is how
we choose our path,
creating each step
as we go.


Opinions

09 Oct 2016

The less you worry
about opinions,
(especially your own)
the freer you will be!


Mystery

09 Oct 2016

Our myths are our striving
to explain the inexplicable.

Craving understanding,
we build mechanisms of magic,
make miracles out of the mundane.

But what if everything that is
IS magical,
and each moment of life
a miracle?

Abandoning our stories,
is it not more glorious
to stand in wonder,
sinking deeper into mystery,
the more we look?


My Vehicle

09 Oct 2016

I have an old car -
it gets me
where I need to go,
safely,
without incident.

it has dents on the outside,
door handles and windows
that don’t work.

It is full of quirks
and noises.

It gets me
where I need to go,
safely,
without incident,
and I am grateful.

I have a body
which has known
younger years.

It was leaner,
faster,
stronger,
and more nimble.

It loses energy,
sometimes,
and needs more sleep.

It wakes me up,
sometimes,
with minor aches and pains,
and the urge to pee.

It is the vessel
my spirit drives around in.

It gets me
where I need to go,
safely,
without incident,
and I am grateful.


Music

09 Oct 2016

Music
is what the mind sounds like
when it isn’t thinking.

It is the yang
to the yin
of silence.


Money

09 Oct 2016

In our minds,
money
is a form of energy.

We can trade it
for a bigger something,
a sexier something,
a more secure something,
a more respected something.

It becomes the air we breath,
the drug that sustains us,
the wall that protects us
from the fear
that we are not complete
as we are.


Living

09 Oct 2016

Living
is allowing
life.

Trying
to survive
is not living.

The greatest joy
comes
with the least
struggle.


leaves in a stream

09 Oct 2016

Our bodies sail through life
like leaves in a stream.

They float with it
because they are
not separate from it.

They are part of the stream,
but in a different form.

And who rides along,
seeing this flow,
often afraid
that we cannot control it?

What stream of thoughts
do we also ride on,
likewise powerless
to control them?

We are the pilots,
spirits riding energy,
but mostly we watch,
and, in moments
of epiphany,
we may nudge ourselves
into a different flow.


In this sea of uncertainty,
we are only guaranteed
this moment.

To savor it,
with gratitude,
is to be fully alive.


Ignorance

09 Oct 2016

Most ignorance
stems from the lack
of opportunity
or inspiration
to learn.

But surely,
it is the truly stupid
who cherish
their own ignorance,
protecting it,
as if it were
their own identity.


I am the witness

09 Oct 2016

I am not my history,
I am the witness.

I am not the beauty I see,
I am the witness.

I am not what I create,
I am the witness.

I am all of these things,
and none of them.

I am the witness.

I am not my dreams,
and I am not my fears,
I am the witness.


Healing

09 Oct 2016

Do not expect others
to heal your wounds;
they are just as wounded
as you are.

Better to show yourself
for who you are,
wounds and all,
and accept what comfort
there is
in simply sharing.


Fantasy

09 Oct 2016

To delight in fantasy
is to give shape
to our imagination,
manifested in the world.

To savor reality
is to let the richness of the world
take shape in our minds,
infusing us.

To confuse the two
is to wander lost,
blind to the gifts
of each realm,
forever groping
for a world that isn’t.


Cynicism

09 Oct 2016

Cynicism
is just the mind’s defense,

a mechanism
to protect ourselves
from each other;

imagining differences
between us,

afraid to acknowledge
how we are the same.

It is the voice that says:
“I will not let THAT asshole know
that I am, perhaps,
an asshole, too!”.

But, in moments of grace,
there is another voice,
stripped of conceit,
that says:
“Yes, you are human,
as I am, too”.


Contentment

09 Oct 2016

Well fed,
well rested,
and reasonably safe,
an animal is content.

But we,
with infinite imagination,
can find a million things to want,
a million things to fear.

What drives us,
in our fevered minds,
to conjure a world
so lacking,
and so fraught,
when we could be resting
in the serenity
of enough?


Chimeras

09 Oct 2016

The seed of any emotion
is simply energy.

It takes root
in the soil
of memory,
and grows
with the water
of attention.

If it is not nurtured
with continued attention,
it will simply wither,
and pass away,
like a cloud,
like all things
in nature.

To observe all this
in the moment of arising,
is to see these clouds
for what they are,
chimeras
in a clear
and limitless
sky.


Being Human

09 Oct 2016

We are all
full of shit,
from time to time.

We are all
mean of spirit,
from time to time.

We are all
human,
all the time.

And when we forgive,
and then move on,
we are most human
of all.


Being Empty

09 Oct 2016

When you are empty,
there is room
for the world
to fill you,
with its richness,
grace, and beauty.

There is no story
to match this fulness,
no thought
that shines
more brightly.

To be nothing
is to be a vessel
for everything.


Beginning and Ending

09 Oct 2016

Time
peels away
our certainty.

Nothing
we see as eternal
endures,
and, in the end,
no one we count on
will survive.

There is a flow
of beginning
and ending,
inexorable,
which we may prefer
not to see.

In this stream
of living and dying,
giving and taking,
we are buoyant
and drowning,
exuberant
and afraid.

Carried along
for a while,
we may find
some joy
in this ride,
sweetened,
if we’re able,
by accepting
its end.


Against the quiet night,
a flashing light
reminds me,
that somewhere,
there is always
someone suffering.

Though my eyes
may not see them,
may my heart stay open,
tender with this poignant truth,
that there is always
someone deserving
of compassion.


A Place To Be

09 Oct 2016

Emptiness
is a place to be
without a plan,
without regret,
without boundaries.

It is the silence
beyond “not enough”,
the peace
beyond trying.

It is the still point
from which all paths start,
a call to action,
or to rest.


A little bit crazy

09 Oct 2016

Every human being
is at least
a little bit crazy.

For most of us,
there is a choice:

listen to the voices
that drive us,
and follow them
into craziness,
or hear them
for what they are:

empty sounds
whistling in the space
of our greater Mind.


On Waking

06 Oct 2016

Wrapped in sleep,
like a blanket
of wellbeing,
I emerge,
fresh and content,
newly born
into this new day,
newly blessed,
and bathed
in gratitude.


I am what I am

12 Sep 2016

I am
what I am
when no words
describe me.


Most likely,
I will never know
how it is to stand
at the pinnacle of mastery,
but I will know the joy
of disappearing into music,
its vessel,
if not its master.


Rust

28 Aug 2016

Rust is a slow fire,
burning so gradually
that we cannot see the change,
except with the passage of time.

Time is the slowest fire,
burning everything,
eventually,
over years
and lifetimes,
hiding impermanence
in its glacial pace.


If God does not play dice
with the Universe,
does God play dice
with dice?

How can Creation
allow randomness
in one domain,
but not another?

Perhaps this universe
is just one stream
in an infinite flow
of universes,
in which everything
that could happen
does happen.

So, in any moment,
there are an infinite number
of paths we can choose,
and an infinite number
we can’t.

And so,
there are always
infinite reasons for rejoicing,
and infinite reasons for regret,
and, always,
infinite choices
for moving on.


Everywhere we look,
there is violence,
anger,
and hatred.

And how
is this virus spread?

Through our words
and actions.

And what
is the remedy?

Infusing
what we say and do
with tolerance
and compassion.

We are the cause,
and the solution.


Closest to the truth

27 Jul 2016

Those who whine
the loudest
are seldom those
who are closest
to the truth.


The story of your life
is only words.

Erase them,
and start anew!

May this new chapter
be an open book
in which
your most spontaneous
and deeply felt wishes
are written,
bringing you
ever closer
to your truest being.


Making Pie

19 Jul 2016

When life gives you lemons,
make key lime pie
(a new kind,
with lemons
instead of limes!).


Communication

01 Jul 2016

As technology advances,
it is increasingly easy
to spread misinformation and ignorance,
as much as information and wisdom.

And so
it behooves us,
to be more mindful
of what we say,
and careful
what we believe!


Who I am

06 Jun 2016

Who I am
is like a river flowing.

What carried me here
is just a stream
of moments,
now gone,
that only live in story.

Poised in this current,
I drift ahead,
propelled
by the moment,
into a sea
which is not yet created,
birthed in imagination.


This life

17 Apr 2016

This life of mine
does not live up
to my expectations.

I am blindsided
by tragedies
and disappointments,
not expected,
and not wanted.

And likewise,
I am lifted up
by joyful surprises,
life’s unexpected gifts.

Freed of expectations,
this life is a wondrous trip,
full of ups and downs,
and always
worth the ride.


Cruelty and kindness

17 Apr 2016

Our universe
is not cruel,
and neither
is it kind.

It simply IS,
a container
for everything,
matter and mind,
energy and spirit.

It is WE
who think and feel
who create cruelty
and kindness,
needless suffering,
and compassion.

It is always our choice,
our burden,
our gift,
seen or unseen,
to do so.


God

07 Apr 2016

There is no God,
and there is nothing
which is not God.

God is in a sunset,
as God is in a piece of shit.

Everything that grows
is God,
and everything that decays
is also God.

God surrounds us,
suffuses us,
is us.

There is no God
who watches us;
we are the eyes of God,
the eyes of the universe,
knowing itself.


"Who am I?"

17 Mar 2016

Of all the creatures
of this Earth,
perhaps we are
the only ones
who ask
“Who am I?”

For each of us,
asking this
may lead to downfall,
drowning in identity,
or salvation,
dissolving into being.


Grace creeps up

17 Mar 2016

Sometimes
Grace creeps up upon us,
beyond circumstance,
invisible,
like the air around us,
pervasive and sustaining.

It is something
beyond understanding,
best met
only with gratitude,
surrendering the urge
to find its source.

This is the moment
when the membrane
of separation
dissolves,
and we are re-united
with the Divine
that contains us,
our home,
rediscovered.


Serendipity

10 Mar 2016

We are always
surrounded
by miracles.

Serendipity
is that moment
of recognition,
when a miracle
pops through
into awareness.

To be mindful
and ready,
in each moment,
is the greatest gift.


Life dances endlessly

10 Mar 2016

Life,
unimpeded,
dances endlessly,
each moment perfect,
in dynamic balance.

Accepting its flow,
we share its power
as conscious partners.

Resisted,
being’s boundless energy
winds down to nothing,
dead and frozen,
or spins off
into chaos.

In every instant
is a seed,
a quantum lever,
the mind’s fulcrum:
a choice
to ride the wave,
or tumble
in its wake.


Poetry

17 Feb 2016

A poem
   is a tool

     to eff
        the ineffable,

           to paint
              the invisible,

                 to sing
                    the silence.

Breathing

14 Feb 2016

Breathing in,
I receive the gift of life.

Breathing out,
I share this gift.

For every breath we take in,
there are countless creatures,
those who crawl and walk,
swim and fly,
who are likewise gifted.

And every breath we give out
gives life to countless others,
growing in green profusion,
breathing in
what we breathe out,
all in perfect balance.


Worlds

23 Jan 2016

The world
inside my head
is not the world
inside your head.

There is a world outside
which we will always share,
but will never know
completely.


Wholeness

23 Jan 2016

Each moment
we are alive
is a gift
freely given.

Each moment
we notice
we are alive
is a gift
gratefully received.

So is the circle
complete,
as the universe
sees its own wholeness
through our eyes.


The World Inside

23 Jan 2016

Insanity
is striving to shrink
the world outside
to match the world
inside.

Sanity
is striving to expand
the world inside
to embrace
the world
outside.


Relationship

23 Jan 2016

At its best,
a relationship
allows two people
to see
what is
most human,
and most good
in each other,
encouraging them
to be that,
and express that,
without wanting
or expecting
them to change.


Presence

23 Jan 2016

To cultivate presence
through practicing
mindfulness

is to open the mind
to its natural state,

a state of
peace,

a sea of
possibility,

where
our authentic selves

can express
our creativity

and our
passion.


My Own Demographic

23 Jan 2016

My Demographic

as performed by Little Davey and the Metrics
(with apologies and gratitude to Pete Townshend)

Companies try to pin us down,
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)
On the World Wide Web, as we surf around,
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)

Selling us a drink, or selling a toke,
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)
I hope I die before I go broke.
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)

My Demographics,
My Demographics, baby.

Why don’t you all give up your greed,
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)
And don’t try to sell what we don’t need.
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)
Won’t be a part of your consumer traffic,
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)
I don’t wanna be in your demographic.
(Talking’ ‘bout My Demographics)

My Demographic,
My Demographic, baby.
I am my own demographic,
My own demographic, baby!


Love

23 Jan 2016

If we love someone
with all our heart,
can we give them the gift
of simply being with them,
for at least a few minutes each day,
with love and acceptance,
without demands or judgement?

Can we love ourselves
that same way?


Identity

23 Jan 2016

When we talk to ourselves,
who talks to who,
and who is it
that hears the conversation?

Who is it
that can observe
all this going on,
and wonder:
who are all these I’s?

Perhaps they are all
just smoke and mirrors,
eddies in the flow of consciousness,
the river of “I am”.

Evanescent,
like rain drops,
forming and dissolving,
each one catches the light
for a moment,
and then disappears.


Everything

23 Jan 2016

This little me
that I think I am
can not deserve
or hold
the freedom
of being everything.

But
what if
that is just a fitful dream,
and there is nothing here
except everything?

Perhaps the gift
of waking up
is becoming Nobody,
and inheriting everything
that we thought we weren’t.


Doors and Windows

23 Jan 2016

There is a universe
inside us
where everything
is reachable.

But,
we build our little worlds
within our minds,
rooms of thoughts and memories,
doors and windows closed
to the vastness beyond.

How simple
(in a moment of choice)
to look beyond them,
and remember
that they are merely imagined,
and that we stand
in the middle of everything.


Born in This Moment

23 Jan 2016

Held softly
in the world’s embrace,
senses swimming,
bathed in light and sound,
touch and smell,
I am born in this moment,
still cradled
in my Mother’s womb.


A Thanksgiving Prayer

26 Nov 2015

Thank you
for this breath.

Thank you
for this day.

Thank you
for this beautiful world,
and thank you
for these loving hearts
around me.


trust

23 Nov 2015

If you ever have the thought
“I can’t be trusted”,
consider:
should you trust the opinion
of someone
who doesn’t trust
themselves?

Or should that thought
simply not be trusted?

The place
that question comes from
is trust’s true source.


my life

22 Nov 2015

The story of my life
is not my life.

The drama of your story
is not your essence.

The morals of our stories
are not our truths.

When we look at our story,
and what is beyond it,
and see ourselves
outside it,
looking,
that is our life,
our essence,
our truth.


crossroads

21 Nov 2015

On a road
we often travel,
each intersection
offers options:
the path well known,
paved by habit,
or a turn
not yet taken.

Mostly,
we forge ahead,
asleep at the wheel,
lulled by the familiar.

Until,
in an unexpected moment,
we are startled awake
by the vividness of choice,
the freedom of the new.

Then,
a universe opens,
our vision clear.

Until we see where we are,
we cannot see the way ahead,
blinded by where we’ve been.


Relationships

20 Nov 2015

A relationship
built on what we long for,
what we hope to be,
is an edifice
too weak,
too brittle
to withstand the throws
of time and change.

It is a castle
made of dreams and lies,
too fragile to stand,
flimsy
with unkeepable promises,
destined to crack and fall
with the seismic shifts
of craving and desire.

Only when we stand
with naked heart and soul,
sufficient and alone,
can we share our Selves
so that something new
may take root,
something supple
and strong enough
to bend with time,
and grow as we grow.


Empire of Light

20 Nov 2015

Outside my window,
as I look out
across the street,
spreads an Empire of Light,
as if Magritte’s vision
has come to life
before me.

And I wonder:
is this
like the painting,
or is the painting
like this?

The riddle of perception
lies in all our art,
as it does
in the world around us,
teasing our senses,
enlivening our vision,
awakening wonder.


presence

18 Nov 2015

You can never find yourself
in your memories -
they are only shadows.

You will only find yourself
in this moment,
flowing through
what is in you
and around you,
here and now.


myths

15 Nov 2015

Our myths
are the history
of how we see ourselves,
snapshots of a past
that never was,
the map of the territory
we build in our minds.

But there are moments
when life nails us,
and we stand naked,
without a story,
quintessentially alive.


my kingdom

15 Nov 2015

If ego falls away,
and I am no one,
what am I then?

Alive and human,
I am a member
of Earth’s family,
a cell in the body
of our Mother.

Like a drop of rain,
falling in a forest,
I coud nurture
all that grows.

Or,
like a cancer,
I could suck the life
out of all around me,
claiming everything
for myself.

This is the choice life gives me:
to give up my reign
in my little kingdom,
and join a much greater one.


certainty

15 Nov 2015

Certainty

There is nothing
that can be known
with complete certainty,
except what we find
within ourselves.

It is a river,
changing,
constantly.


Arguments

15 Nov 2015

Arguments

When the two sides
of an argument
clash so vehemently,
perhaps the problem lies
in the premise that
there ARE two sides.

Perhaps the truth
is too complex
to be seen whole
from any one
point of view.

The mind’s urge
to polarize,
to think always
in black and white,
in right and wrong,
can be our downfall.


Silence

13 Nov 2015

Silence
is our most powerful mantra.

It is the sound
the universe makes
between thoughts.


Our World

13 Nov 2015

Our world
is full of cruelty,
as it always has been.

Now,
we see each act of violence
in an instant,
splayed across the screens
of our global mind,
too vivid to ignore.

Thus,
we are cursed
to see our own brutality,
and challenged
to move beyond it.


Limits

13 Nov 2015

The only limit
that life puts on us
is death.

The rest,
we put
on ourselves.


we are all people

12 Nov 2015

Walking on 2 feet,
walking on four,
furry, or not,
scaly, or smooth.

Warm blooded,
cold blooded,
big or small,
we are all people,
sharing the warmth
of our Mother Earth.


Power

09 Nov 2015

True power
lies in our ability
to see clearly,
and to act
on what we see.

What allows
this power
to grow?

Determination
and faith,
focus,
and practice.


control

09 Nov 2015

I am not in control
of my life,
and I never was.

Knowing this,
I am free
to experience
the real power
of being alive.


Our True Power

07 Nov 2015

Our true power
lies
in our ability
to see clearly,
and to act
on what we see.

What allows
this power
to grow?

Determination,
faith,
and
practice.


One Last Poem

07 Nov 2015

There was a time
when the dream of you
loomed large
in my heart
and mind.

Until,
as you poked it
full of holes,
time and again,
the dream died.

Perhaps
that is the kindest thing
you could have done.


To throw your heart
wide open
is to be in love
with everything.

To find joy everywhere
is to end the search for it.

Nothing is needed,
when everything
is enough.


Delight

07 Nov 2015

As I shovel
my savory snack
into my mouth
like a happy animal,
I offer my hand,
redolent with flavor,
to the cat
who shares his home
with me.

And,
as his raspy tongue
licks my fingers,
I wonder:
which is more delightful -
the flavor on my own tongue,
or this innocent friction
of shared joy?


In the Dream

05 Nov 2015

When we seem to find
The person of our dreams,
We may see the dream,
Not the person.

Living in the dream,
We stand separate,
Isolated in our wants.

And,
When the dream dissolves,
We stand face to face,
Being to being.

Then,
The door opens,
Or it closes.


Happiness

03 Nov 2015

True happiness
comes
from within.

To look for it
beyond ourselves
is to suffer
needlessly.

To relax
into what
we already are
is to find
our heaven.


Enlightenment

30 Oct 2015

Enlightenment is the sky
behind our cloudy thoughts.

It is always there,
but often obscured.

To catch a glimpse of it
is to know what we already are,
not something to become.


here is a place
of calm
and peace
within us.

We need not
FEEL calm
to get there.

We need only
to be the observer
of whatever feelings
come and go.

Standing in that space,
we have all the calm,
and all the peace,
we need.


The moon

25 Oct 2015

The moon
is a place,
rocky and deserted.

How magical,
that it hangs in the sky,
beckoning for us to visit,
again.

How strange to know
that we were there,
and left.

How strange it must have seemed,
eons ago,
to the first of us
who looked up in wonder.

How magical it must have been,
how magical it remains.


Living

25 Oct 2015

Living
is not
what happens,
but
what we do.

We are either
running,
out of the past,
into the future,
or dancing,
in the present.


I am This

24 Oct 2015

You are not your mind,
and you are not your body.

You are not your feelings,
nor your history.

Find the place
where all this
is observed,
and stand there.

Feel the peace
and openness there,
and remind yourself,
“I am This!”


Truth and Words

22 Oct 2015

Truth
is simple.

Words
are complicated.

Beings without words
do not understand the Truth.

They simply live it.


meaning

22 Oct 2015

Life has no meaning
except what we create
in our own thoughts.

A life well-lived
is made of thoughts
well-chosen.


Clouds and Sky

20 Oct 2015

Thoughts and feelings
float past,
like clouds
in the sky.

I am not the clouds.

I am the sky.


Resistance

19 Oct 2015

Resistance
is the barrier to acceptance.

Acceptance
is the gateway to love.


Magic

13 Oct 2015

True magic
is hidden
everywhere
in the ordinary.

Seen clearly,
EVERYTHING
is extraordinary!

There is no myth
more magnificent
than What Is.


God ( a second reflection)

God is not a thing.

God is the essence
that permeates
ALL things.


Belief

11 Oct 2015

I do not believe in God,
and I do not believe in air.

Yet,
I trust that there are things
I cannot see and hear
which shape the world around me.

Many teachers,
scientists and mystics,
have pointed the way,
and, at times,
my own senses
have confirmed their wisdom.

I do not believe in air,
yet that is the sea
I live and swim in.

So it is with Spirit,
which some call God,
always with us,
around us,
in us,
whatever it is called.


Happiness

09 Oct 2015

Happiness
is a natural state.

It arises spontaneously
when we get out of our own way.


Everything Is a Dance

09 Oct 2015

Everything dances.

Order dances with disorder,
Light dances with dark.

Form dances with emptiness,
Life dances with death.

Everything
is a dance.


the mind

06 Oct 2015

The contents of the mind
are not the mind,
Just as clouds
Are not the sky.

Our thoughts
will float freely
through our awareness,
when we let them go,
drifting,
like clouds,
evanescent
against an endless blue sky.


who I am not

05 Oct 2015

I am not
who I think I am
(that is only thinking).

I am not
the dream of my life -
I am the dreamer.


the simplest path

05 Oct 2015

To be diligently open
Is the simplest path
to wisdom.


the sea I swim in

02 Oct 2015

All my life,
I have been trying
to see who I am.

But,
beyond the eyes that see,
who I am
is the sea
I swim in.

I can not see it
because I AM it,
and it is me.

I can only feel
the fulness of it,
the gift of it,
floating
in its completeness.


Each life

30 Sep 2015

Each life
is like a drop of water,
flowing from its source,
condensed into being,
and soon to evaporate,
or merge with the sea.

It is a precious jewel,
in its moment of existence,
in an infinite chain
of precious jewels.

Each one
is a universe itself,
a reflection,
in its moment,
of the Whole.


Learning

29 Sep 2015

Learning is a choice.
No one can never teach anyone anything!
We can only point toward what another
may be willing or able to learn.


Our Eyes

24 Sep 2015

Our eyes
are the eyes
of Spirit,
born to see itself.

But
encumbered in flesh,
yoked to a primate brain,
our vision narrows,
until only what is wanted,
or what is feared,
is seen.

Yet
there is a seed
in every mind,
a vault
bigger than ourselves
that holds
it’s own heritage,
a gateway
to what birthed us,
a path back home.


To Stand at a Fulcrum

21 Sep 2015

Every moment
is pregnant
with life’s gifts,
and rife
with life’s dangers.

To awaken
in the moment
is to stand
at a fulcrum,
an opening
for gratitude
or action.


Seeing

18 Sep 2015

Seeing

To see without labels
is to see like a newborn
swimming in a sea of everything,
drinking it all in,
untethered
from the anchor of thought.


Masks

18 Sep 2015

Masks

The masks we wear
don’t grow with us,
but shrink and crack,
with time and change,
unless they are fed
and cared for.

Without the ego’s nurturing,
they fall away,
in time,
until
we stand naked
before everyone,
emerging,
as from a chrysalis,
into light.

It is a death,
of sorts,
and an awakening.


My Gift, My Burden

14 Sep 2015

The world is a dangerous place,
as is the human mind.

If neither has killed me yet,
then there is something left
for me to do.

Each being
has a role to fill,
a path to walk,
and it is my burden
and my gift
to follow mine.


All My Opinions

07 Sep 2015

All My Opinions

In the end,
What do all my opinions
Come down to?

Emptiness and noise!

Beneath the noise
Is the TRUE emptiness,
Peaceful and eternal,
Creative and alive.


What We Pray To

06 Sep 2015

What We Pray To

Every “ism”
is a map,
a path
from where we think we are
to where we always are,
where we have forgotten.

And, when we stand there,
awakened,
if only for a moment,
there is nothing to follow,
no goal to pursue.

We stand
in an infinite kingdom,
free to wander,
at home
in an endless garden.


Reality

30 Aug 2015

In this age
of rampant Narcissism,
those who are richest
may take the biggest selfies.

Thus,
we have The Donald,
self-proclaimed star of
“Running for President”,
as if our entire nation
were a reality show.

But what would happen,
if nobody watched?


Inside/Outside

30 Aug 2015

In the mind’s eye,
things arrange themselves
like nesting boxes,
or branching trees,
or trains of things
and thoughts.

In the hierarchy of ideas,
everything exists
Inside of, or outside of,
next to, or away from,
under, or above,
everything else.

But, beyond the mind
Is the Great Soup of Being.

It is not inside the mind,
or outside;
there is no “inside”,
there is no “outside”,
there simply is.


Emptiness

30 Aug 2015

Our lives are spent
making up worlds,
avoiding emptiness.

And yet,
to embrace the emptiness
is to breathe freely,
making room
to be.


Sanity

13 Aug 2015

Sanity
is not our birthright.

It is our gift,
to be able to overcome
the complexity
of our own thinking.


evil

11 Aug 2015

In this world,
there are no evil people,
but yet,
much evil is done.

Through the myth of “I”,
the wedge of fear,
we deny the bonds of nature,
and stand alone,
suffering in our ignorance.

To strike out against another
is only possible
when we forget our birthright,
that we were always,
and always will be,
One.


language

03 Aug 2015

If language is a virus,
then awareness
is our immune system.


English

03 Aug 2015

It is odd
to be awed,
to anyone,
or
to
two,
too!


A Leaf Has No Story

02 Aug 2015

A leaf
floating
down a stream
has no story.

We may follow it,
as it spills into a river,
and then into the sea;
or trace it backwards
to the branch it grew on,
the bud it sprang from.

Thus,
we add
the thread of history
that our minds weave,
as we do with our own lives.

To the leaf,
there is only this instant
of vibrant aliveness,
flowing onward.

What a gift
it would be,
to see ourselves
this  simply.


This Trusty Appliance

29 Jul 2015

This body that I live in
is like a faithful toaster,
a trusty appliance
that has served me well.

If my toaster broke,
I would say a quick farewell,
and buy another,
or do without toast,
at least for a while.

Can I let go of this “me”
as easily,
when my time has come,
floating on
to What’s Next?


Big Brains

26 Jul 2015

Before history,
our ancestors stood in fear,
scanning,
in their minds’ eye,
for unseen danger.

Time and again,
their big brains saved them,
skirting perils unimagined
by simpler minds.

And now,
we walk
through a safer world,
wrapped in a cocoon
of civilization.

But still,
the fear remains,
that something unseen
and dangerous
always lurks nearby.

In the slow dance of evolution,
our big brains
still scan that unseen jungle,
always alert,
a heartbeat away
from fight or flight.

And what else,
in this world we are building,
might our big brains see,
beyond that jungle?

In the mind’s eye,
our world is infinite,
if we choose to look,
and always,
just a blink away,
is the Garden
we were born from.


Acceptance

26 Jul 2015

Acceptance
is the key to everything.

Without it,
we live in a very small
and rigid world,
stuck with what we like,
and stuck, as well,
with what we don’t like.


Priorities

21 Jul 2015

The mind
Is a priority machine.

Idle for a moment,
it will find an image to follow,
a call for what’s next.

Either we awaken to that moment,
choosing a path that calls
from our heart and soul,
or we slip back,
along the track of unconsciousness,
sliding,
again and again,
through who we were,
unaware of who we are,
and who we can become.


Love and Seeing

16 Jul 2015

Each pair of eyes
sees a world
unique
to the beholder.

To love another being
is to borrow their eyes,
to see the universe
they live in,
at the same time
as our own.

Each one is a sliver
of the greater Whole,
beyond what any one
can see.

The more we love,
the more these glimpses
stretch our boundaries,
encompassing
more and more
of What Is.


What We Create

15 Jul 2015

Our history shows us
that, as humans,
we can create almost anything
we can imagine.

So, our question is always,
what is worth imagining?


Naked

15 Jul 2015

We are born naked,
without disguise.

And then,
as we learn to walk and talk,
to grasp at what we want,
we clothe ourselves In Ego,
moving through the world
with the shroud of “I” around us,
Safe, separate, and alone.

Oh,
To walk this world
naked one more time,
stripped of expectations,
me dissolving into everyone
and everything,
newborn once again.


our greatest gift

10 Jul 2015

Our deepest love
is the brightest mirror
to our true self.

To see that mirror
everywhere
is our greatest gift,
and our birthright.


To bring peace to the world
may seem an impossible task.

Yet, to bring peace to oneself
is doable.

And if,
having found peace,
each one would share it
with two others,
who would each share
with two more,
where would it end?

Just as our cells replicate
in their exponential dance,
so could the peace
of one human soul spread
to encompass everyone.

As 2 becomes 4,
and 4 becomes 8,
there are only
THIRTY THREE steps
between peace for one,
and peace for everyone.


And the sky exploded,
bleeding and booming,
sprouting ruptured rainbows;

a celebration
spectacular enough
to short-circuit the mind
with the sheer exuberance
of being alive!

Freedom
can be felt,
but not understood;
it lives in experience,
not in rhetoric.


IN MEMORY

04 Jul 2015

IN MEMORY

When those you love
slip away,
beyond the realm of things,
it is like rock dissolving,
icons turning into smoke.

Our minds build museums
full of statuesque certainty,
which always crumbles,
returning to dust.

And, in those clouds of dust,
is the essence,
not of memories,
but of love itself.


KARMA AND IGNORANCE

22 Jun 2015

Ignorance is bliss,
until it catches up with you!


A Simple Prayer

20 Jun 2015

I honor my Self,
and the Spirit
that is in me,
and all around me.


the path forward

18 Jun 2015

All too often,
as we move through our lives,
We direct our attention
at obstacles we wish to avoid,
or objects of desire
we wish to pursue.

But the path forward,
back to our true nature,
can be found by following,
not these obstacles,
these objects of desire,
but rather,
the emptiness between them.


Labels - A Reflection

16 Jun 2015

If there were no Conservatives,
no Libertarians,
no Liberals,
we would still be blessed
to be ourselves,
and further blessed
to have this thread
of communication,
compassion,
and respect
to join us.


Candles

16 Jun 2015

When a candle burns out,
where does the energy go?

Perhaps it’s flame
is not a thing,
but just the focus
of energy flowing.

When the flame is gone,
its energy is not lost,
but merely shifted
into the intangible.

Nothing, in fact,
is ever lost,
but simply changes form.


A life’s trajectory
is seldom arrow-straight
(as the mind would want),
but twisting
unpredictably,
in a Brownian dance.

Still, the mind cries for order,
seeking straight lines,
the arc of a story.

And so we build,
in memory’s gallery (halls),
a string of snapshots
that define ourselves
to ourselves.

Out of infinite moments,
only the most vivid,
charged with aliveness,
Sharp with anguish or bliss,
are held in the shrine of memory.

And mostly,
it is those we have loved,
with gratitude, with regret,
who give us these moments,
these signposts of connection,
poignant and enduring.

To look back,
through this trail of memory,
is to trace a path,
Like constellations
of loss and love,
each point a shining light,
as we have briefly touched
and been touched,
time and time again.


God

11 Jun 2015

God
is the emergent intelligence
of the universe,
expressed everywhere,
and always.

It is the spirit
that permeates
everything,
but is,
mostly,
beyond our understanding.

It is our gift, however,
to experience it,
from time to time,
in glimpses
that transcend our minds.


Warning

08 Jun 2015

Warning:

Language is a mind-altering substance.

The habit of thinking is an addiction.

Be careful what you believe -
what you think, may become real,
for better, or worse.


If I am not the person
I have imagined myself to be,
then I am not the failure
he may have judged himself to be.

I am like the open sky,
clouds passing endlessly,
infinite with possibility.


New affirmation

05 Jun 2015

I
step
into
each
moment
with
awareness,
compassion,
and
readiness.


My Buddha

05 Jun 2015

My own Buddha statue
is a wisp of smoke,
a glint of light,
shining
diamond-like,
in my mind’s eye,
from the center of my heart.


A Prayer

03 Jun 2015

Universal energy
is flowing freely through me,
bringing light and healing
to my life
and the lives around me.


Life and Death

26 May 2015

Life is not safe.

Only the dead
are guaranteed safety.

To avoid risk,
day in and day out,
Is to court death
before its time.

It is the fear of death
(which is the fear of life),
not death itself,
that causes suffering.


Healing

16 May 2015

Immune system,
mind,
emotions,
and spirit
are inseparable.

Whatever we believe
will heal us,
with all our heart,
probably will.


God

09 May 2015

God is the creative force of the universe.

When we allow that creative force
to flow through us,
God is with us.

Only when we block it,
not trusting our own divine nature,
does God disappear.


Building Worlds

09 May 2015

Writers take their hopes and fears
and build worlds,
making them real
on the printed page.

And the rest of us?
We build worlds
with our hopes and fears
inside our minds,
and make them real.

Knowing this,
it is our choice
to build worlds
worth living in.


Thoughts

06 May 2015

When you have
a conversation
with yourself,
who is talking
to whom?

Perhaps,
there is no one there,
only thoughts,
thinking,
and passing on.

You are not
your conversation,
but the One
who listens.

You are not
your experience,
but the Observer
of all you experience.


THE INNER SEA

06 May 2015

As I sit,
awash
in an inner sea,
a greater world
lies wrapped
around me.

With glimpses caught
of what might be,
my freedom calls
from infinity.


Without a Lens

28 Apr 2015

To see the world
without a lens,
is to drink it in,
into your heart
and soul,
to taste it,
and feel it
rub against you,
like a warm animal.


A cat has a brain
The size of a walnut,
And is blessed
With all it needs.

It knows each moment
As complete,
Without knowing how,
Or why.

Yet It is our blessing,
With our Big Brains,
To wonder how,
And why.

And then,
Full of questions,
To relinquish answers,
And relax,
Like a cat,
Into Now.


I Jumped

24 Apr 2015

Once, I climbed a tree
and, balanced
on a tiny platform,
I froze in fear.

Then, eyes closed,
blindly trusting,
I inched forward,
and jumped.

I fell, unseeing,
and something
caught me.

Safe,
I let myself sink
into relief,
and failure.

Knowing
what I know now,
would I try again?

YES!


a door

24 Apr 2015

When a door closes,
don’t leave your foot in it,
so you are free to walk
to a new one.


Mirrors

20 Apr 2015

Do not worship
anyone -
your guru,
your lover,
or yourself.

We are all
only mirrors
reflecting everything,
from an infinity
of perspectives,
like pin pricks
through a curtain,
facets of a picture
too big
for any eye
to see.


all I am

19 Apr 2015

I am the universe
expressing itself,
and experiencing itself,
at this particular place,
at this particular time.

That is all I am,
and that is the ALL
that I am.


Our Gift

15 Apr 2015

Being human,
we are gifted with minds
big enough to dream
of our own freedom,
or our own captivity.

And it is our gift,
and our curse,
to live what we dream.


Two Ways Home

14 Apr 2015

We came from Spirit,
and we will return to Spirit.

And even,
in our brief lives,
when our minds may drift
into forgetfulness,
we are Spirit still.

Until, in a moment of seeing,
the light of remembrance
pierces through our darkness,
And we are already,
always
Home.


Our best teachers
Are those who remind us
of what is best in ourselves,
and point the way
to our path back home.


Life Moves On

12 Apr 2015

Life moves on.

We either move with it,
or tumble
in its wake.


Rebirth

06 Apr 2015

All our lives,
we woo ourselves,
and, sometimes,
even fuck ourselves,
for better
or for worse.

Until,
impregnated,
we are sometimes reborn
through our own wombs.


A Melange

06 Apr 2015

I arrange
a melange
of muskellunge,
lest a change
may impinge,
expunge,
or rearrange
my fringe,
my strange,
deranged
blancmange!


My Pain

02 Apr 2015

My pain is not special;
it’s the same
as everyone’s.

My joy is not mine to keep;
it is everyone’s as well.

I am not the owner
of my feelings.

I am but one part
of the Earth’s family,
sharing this experience
of being human.


Energy

01 Apr 2015

We do not
HAVE energy;
we ARE energy.

It is our choice,
in each moment,
how we direct it.

Aware
or unconscious,
this is how
we create our lives.


Ego & Freedom

28 Mar 2015

When your ego is broken,
it can be painful news.

Or it can be the freedom
you have longed for.


Ignorance

27 Mar 2015

Ignorance is not
a simple lack of knowledge.

It is an attachment
to a narrow way of thinking,
the unwillingness
to see things differently.


An Unexamined Thought

25 Mar 2015

An unexamined thought
  is like a knife in a drawer,
    an unseen weapon
     that can grow
       into poison.

It can slip
  into the soup
    of our consciousness
unnoticed,
  unless,
    in mindfulness,
we recognize
  its bitter taste.

In the light of our awareness,
  the mind is our greatest gift,
    but, when we sleepwalk
     through our own darkness,
       it can be our undoing.


Little Houses

22 Mar 2015

All our lives,
we have moved
from one little house
to another.

The day of our birth
was our first eviction,
thrust out
from safety and warmth
into noise and uncertainty.

And then,
in our separation,
raw and unprotected,
we discovered walls
we could build ourselves.

And growing,
always pushing further,
we let our walls expand,
building elaborately,
seeking opulent security.

And always,
something called us
beyond our second womb,
until our walls grew too thin,
and we burst out,
reborn.

And then
we float free,
free to build castles of fancy,
poems of architecture,
not to live in,
but as monuments
to what we were,
and what we may become.


If you witness beauty,
save a picture in your heart.

If you feel joy,
send a message to your Spirit.

Wherever you go,
put down your phone,
and be!


Our Teachers

13 Mar 2015

Spiritual seekers
tend to deify their teachers,
attributing Godly powers to them.

And yet, a true teacher
is simply a facilitator,
one who eases
the process of learning.

A teacher is a bridge
between the teachings and the student,
a lens to bring the truth into focus,
so it can be seen more clearly,
and assimilated more completely.

Our great teachers
deserve our greatest gratitude,
our greatest respect,
for their humbleness,
and for their skill,
insight, and passion.


Little Rooms

09 Mar 2015

In most moments,
we live in little locked rooms,
apartments of the mind,
cluttered with memories
and judgements.

Adrift in a pool
of thoughts and fears,
we tread water,
almost drowning.

And then,
sometimes,
the walls split wide,
and we float free,
with no myths
to hold us.

Unbounded
by our own descriptions,
we are nothing,
and everything,
seeing itself.


Spirit

26 Feb 2015

Spirit
is
the
universe
manifest
everywhere,
always

I
am
the
universe
manifest
here,
now.


MY GOD

26 Feb 2015

My God
is
within
me.

I
am
everything
and
nothing.

I
have
all
I
need.


My God
   is within me.

I am everything
  and nothing.

I have all
  I need.


The Universe

24 Feb 2015

Most likely,
the universe doesn’t care,
as galaxies and atoms
wheel about each other,
without regard for my opinion.

Am I any less for that?

As I look out
through this body’s eyes,
I am dreaming meaning,
my own little movie
on the screen of life.

The “truth” I see
is my own creation.

In my own universe,
I am a little God,
like a drop of water
in the ocean of Being.


Bathed in your spirit,
we drummed from our hearts,
guided by your heart.

We felt your smile,
we felt you dance,
unfettered by time,
your light shining on.


Not Knowing

24 Feb 2015

Not knowing
is, perhaps,
the purest form
of honesty.


Seing

23 Feb 2015

Through these lenses,
a million jewels dance,
in the snow,
the ice,
the water,
polarized
into vibrant life.

In other light,
they would fade
into nothing,
hidden
in obscurity.

What other jewels
lie shrouded
by the lense of seeing,
to be discovered only
as we learn to look
with different eyes?

For each way of seeing,
there is a new universe
sparkling into view,
as our eyes and minds
grant it being.


To Come Unglued

21 Feb 2015

If I were to come unglued,
what would I be,
unconstrained by thought,
unrestricted by convention,
unbound?

If we allow what holds us together
to dissolve,
what remains?

Inside the shell of reason
is energy unfettered,
like the dance of atoms,
life expressing itself,
flowing freely,
waiting to be born.


Black & White

20 Feb 2015

Life is not black and white,
nor is the truth.

In the light of reality,
there are infinite shades
of light and dark,
infinite nuances
of color.

Black and white
are only ideas.

The canvas of life
is all the shades between.


Different Paths

19 Feb 2015

In our world of ideas,
there is Buddhism,
and Hinduism,
Taoism,
Judaism,
Catholicism.

In the world of being,
there are no “isms”.

There is only One,
simple
and inseparable.

Only in our minds
does it fragment,
breaking into complexity,
an infinity of paths,
all to the same truth.

This is where ALL our teachers
have pointed.

This is where we started from
and, with Grace,
where we may return.


Perspective

16 Feb 2015

I have hung
my favorite painting
upside down.

What else
am I not seeing
in its truest perspective?


To Create My Life

12 Feb 2015

I am finding the strength
and inspiration,
moment by moment,
day by day,
to create my life.


A Pathway Back

09 Feb 2015

In every one of us,
there is a universe of pain
we are bound to run away from,
addicted to avoidance,
slipping into waking sleep.

Soothed by unconsciousness,
we lose the vibrant sting of feeling,
bit by bit, day by day,
running further and further
from ourselves.

And each stab of pain
is an invitation,
a pathway back,
to stand poised,
as sleep beckons,
and observe the pain
and the urge to flee.

At the fulcrum of choice,
this moment of seeing,
lies our power.

This is being alive!


Relationships

06 Feb 2015

Relationships
are too complex
to ever fully understand.

The best we can do
is to keep our hearts and minds open,
and love each other
as best we can.


A Tree Stands Naked

06 Jan 2015

A tree stands naked
Against the gently roiling sky,
Fuzzy with potential,
Nascent green against the grey.

Likewise do I stand here empty,
On the brink of everything,
Poised to grow and change,
The energy of life
Moving through me.


A New Year's Prayer

31 Dec 2014

As we enter a new year,
may we greet each day with gratitude,
and, with our words and actions,
create the world we want to live in.


Emergencies

23 Dec 2014

Complacency is a drug.

Security is sleep.

Emergencies
are life’s way of saying
“Wake the fuck up!”


The Dream

19 Dec 2014

We are born into suffering,
Thrust out of amniotic bliss
into chaos and light -
a dream of separation.

We search our whole lives
for wholeness remembered,
womb of the Mother,
womb of Spirit.

In this dream of separation,
each moment seems severed
from where we are from,
where we long to be,
our birthright of completeness.

We look to the world around us,
seeking what seems missing inside,
until that moment of awakening,
when we find ourselves, complete,
as we have always Been.


No Poem

14 Dec 2014

There is no poem
that will express this moment.

I am!


Acceptance

14 Dec 2014

In a place without judgement,
there is room for acceptance.

In a place of acceptance,
there is room for joy.


My Own Best Friend

04 Dec 2014

What if I were my own best friend?

How would treat myself?

Would I cringe
at my own ineptitude,
or cheer on my greatest efforts?

Would I love myself as I am,
or as I think I should be?

Could I accept this gift,
and give up the urge
to find it wanting?


Trains of Thought

22 Nov 2014

When a train of thought begins,
it has no tracks,
unless you lay them down.

Each one is like a puff of smoke,
leading nowhere,
unless, with our attention,
we let them lead us
where they will.

Without the engine of thought,
pulling us down its narrow paths,
our ways are infinite,
our possibilities endless.


Love

21 Nov 2014

When you love someone,
love them because you see in them
the strongest that you are,
and love them also,
because you see in them
the weakest that you are.


What if the “I” that I think I am
is just imagining itself,
solidified by thinking,
again and again?

Is it by being this “I”
that I am cut off,
separated,
from all other “I’s”,
in this dream of aloneness?

What if each “I”
is but a drop
in an ocean of being?

Then,
beyond this dream,
there is no separation,
there is no “I”,
and, as we awaken,
we are not alone.


What Shakespeare Knew

11 Nov 2014

We are all actors,
acting in our own plays.

The world is our stage,
the things and people in it,
our props.

How easily we forget
that we write every scene,
that the events unfolding
are our own dream.

Oh, to awaken
in the act of acting,
and see an infinity
of possible dreams,
each one ripe
to step into.


I Am the River

10 Nov 2014

I am the child,
flailing in the river,
afraid of the current.

I am the river,
cradling that child,
giving comfort,
support,
unfelt and unseen.

I am the water,
flowing through the river,
always changing,
always carrying him on.


The sky is my Gohonzon.

As a train of clouds
roll by the moon,
tuft upon tuft
of vapor
passing by,
each one is like a bead
of my heart’s rosary.

My prayer is to be part of this,
to sink into its center,
embedded in it,
empowered by its
infinite energy,
to BE what I am seeing,

And I am!


This Roller Coaster

05 Nov 2014

On this roller coaster,
there are no tracks,
except the ones
our minds lay down.

Not trusting there solidity,
we buoy them up with thought,
but sometimes, still,
they crumble into nothing,
and we are flying free.

There is nothing below us,
and there never was.
In this vertigo of falling,
we can abandon hope and fear
(as in an amusement park),
for the thrill, instead,
of this ride of a lifetime.


To A Lost Colleague

04 Nov 2014

Walking to the door with your mask of indifference,
What price do you pay for your daily compromise?

You have sold yourself for a dream of security,
The promise of safety
in shark-filled seas.

How does each long night pass,
When darker dreams break through,
And the face of your broken integrity
Stares back at you?

Was there a moment when the choice was clear,
Or did you slip, beguiled and unawares,
Into the machine that has eaten you?

Are you still in there,
Longing for freedom,
Or does the lure of safety still lull you,
Snug in the dream of protection?


This Night

04 Nov 2014

The vividness of this night
Explodes against the senses,
Impaling the eye
With each stab of light
Against the canvas of the dark.

The “I” behind the eye
Is washed away
In this sea of sensation,
Embalmed in the intensity of vision,
Burned away
by the brightness of seeing.


Life Well Lived

02 Nov 2014

Life well lived is a dance,
a spontaneous song.

Each note grows
from the one before,
branching unexpectedly.

Step follows step
in endless possibility,
infinite curves
of Nature and Spirit.


Love and Compassion

01 Nov 2014

What unclenches
the fist of fear?

Love.

What unfolds the armor
around the tender belly
of suffering?

Compassion.

How do we embrace
our own suffering?

Through feeling in others
a mirror of our own pain,
and giving comfort
to both,
as one.


Shift Happens

31 Oct 2014

When something inside shifts,
and the light shines through,
the Mind says: “Aha,
THAT is the way!”

Then something else shifts,
and, like a cat,
the Mind chases after it.

Always in pursuit,
locked on to its image of “the way”,
it misses the joy (unlike the cat)
of simply moving.


Energy's Dance

31 Oct 2014

Everything experienced
Is simply energy,
organizing itself,
expressing In a flow
of changing form
And shifting patterns.

All matter and life
dance before us,
exuberantly,
and we,
creation’s eyes and ears,
watch raptly,
singing their song.


Death

31 Oct 2014

Death is life’s way
of reminding us
to LIVE
while we’re alive!


Stories

29 Oct 2014

Where there is a story,
there is a hero,
a villain,
and a victim.

For every history told by the victor,
there is a tragedy told by a victim.

If there were no stories,
there would be no victims.

Beyond our minds’ imaginings,
we are all equal.


Death and Life

29 Oct 2014

Death is not a problem.

A problem is the mind resisting
what it does not want.

When there is no mind,
there will be no problem.

To be alive and free of the mind
would not be death!

It would be life,
without problems!


Each Breath

28 Oct 2014

Disease is life’s way of reminding us
that living is not always safe,
but it is always a gift.

As we wake up each day,
let us honor the body we’re given,
our temple for this lifetime,
and let our hearts be filled with gratitude
for the miracle of each breath.


The House of the Mind

27 Oct 2014

The house of the mind
is too small to live in.

Step outside -
everything awaits you!


My Affirmation

27 Oct 2014

I am the peace
between my thoughts.


An Observation

27 Oct 2014

Every time
I pull my head
out of my ass,
the world
looks a lot brighter!


Life Improvises

26 Oct 2014

Life well-lived
is a dance,
a spontaneous song.

Each note grows
from the one before,
branching unexpectedly.

Step follows step
in endless possibility,
in infinite curves
of Nature and Spirit.

When the mind shuts down,
Life improvises,
and we are the dance,
we are the song.


Experience

24 Oct 2014

This is the fulcrum,
This moment,
As was every old moment,
And as every new moment will be.

THIS and THIS and THIS,
Flow endlessly,
Always in balance,
Turning points in a sea
Of endless choice.

In the eye of experience,
The river roars past the leaf,
The sky soars past the bird,
Always alive in stillness,
And always,
also, moving.


Snapshots

21 Oct 2014

As the landscape around us comes and goes,
so does the landscape within.

A radiant sky,
or a soulful face,
touches us,
and we capture it
in the memory of our machines,
not trusting ourselves to keep it.

And those moments of freedom,
mind blown by vivid experience,
slip away, like water
unless frozen into form,
crystalized with words.

Life flows around us,
through us,
and we try our best to hold it in our hands,
in a picture, an idea,
if just for a moment.

These images remind us
of what we were,
what we were a part of,
what we always are,
even in our forgetfulness.


Insanity

20 Oct 2014

To be insane
Is to be a human being.

To float above one’s own insanity
is to be a spiritual being.


A poem or a song
completes itself;
it has an end.

A painting
or a sculpture
stands in its final form
for everyone to see.

A life
is a little piece
of a continuum;
when it ends,
we will not be there
to see it.

It is a phrase
in the world’s song,
sung always,
phrase by phrase,
until the world itself
is gone.


Energy and Water

09 Oct 2014

Human energy
is like water,
flowing.

You cannot hold it.

You can swim against it,
you can drown in it,
or you can flow with it.


My Aspiration

07 Oct 2014

As a little boy,
I aspired to be a cat.

Now,
near the other end of my life,
I can see again
what my young eyes saw.

A cat simply IS,
supremely content,
in every moment,
with its lack of choice or ability
to become anything other
than what it is.

But we humans,
we are always striving,
to become better,
to be more than we are.

My years have taught me this:
wanting to be different from what we are
is the root of suffering.

Oh, to become like the cat,
accepting our Creator’s blessing,
bathing in the gratitude
of simply being what we are.


Time Spins On

04 Oct 2014

Time spins on,
and the sun sinks below the sky,
semaphoring, brightly, in the windows,
and then dusk wheels in,
pulling the night behind it.

A bigger wheel turns,
and trees lose their coat of green,
flashing into brilliance,
then fading to brown.

And life rolls on,
little wheels, big wheels,
each moment ripening
and falling away,
giving way to the next,
a timeless dance of becoming,
ending,
becoming.


Beneath the Lies

24 Sep 2014

If you are truly Spirit,
Beyond your Little Mind,
Be your own guru!

Wisdom is everywhere,
So why seek it
Outside yourself?

Beneath the lies you think,
Is the truth you know.

So listen,
Trust,
And follow!


The Balance Artist

20 Sep 2014

You stand at peace,
in total concentration,
rooted like a tree,
firm in your vision.

Out of stillness,
birthed in your intention,
grows each perfect action,
unfolding, with nature’s grace.

Each motion is a word
in the poetry of cause and effect,
a step in the dance of matter,
a note in the song of energy.

It is Being taking form,
the Ideal becoming real,
flowing through you,
body, mind, and Spirit.


The Skyline

17 Sep 2014

Vivid in the sun,
Each building jumps out,
As if in 3D,
Popping out of the picture,
Yearning for the eye.

The clouds paint nature’s backdrop,
Full of chaotic grandeur,
A wild gumbo
Of light and dark.

This is more than movie magic,
Beyond what the mind imagines.
This is the shock of awakening
To the Real.


Time

12 Sep 2014

As time slows down,
geese walk on water.

As time speeds up,
flowers dance.

Slow or fast,
it is all in our seeing.

Everything is standing still,
and also dancing!


What Creates?

11 Sep 2014

What creates?

How is what the painter paints
Different from these clouds,
Brushed across the sky?

How are the intricate folds of foliage
Different from the strokes of an artist’s pen,
Etched, line by line, into paper?

Are these not the works of One artist,
Manifest in everything?

What are these words,
But the universe telling itself
Of its own beauty?


Perfection

02 Sep 2014

The light
of perfection
lies hidden,
behind the shadows
of our expectations.


Choices

02 Sep 2014

Life,
like the internet,
can take you anywhere.

So ask yourself:
Where do I want to go?


How the Light Dances

01 Sep 2014

It is how the light dances,
and how we dance with the light
that shapes our vision.

All is energy,
seen and seer,
dancing.


What Lies Within

29 Aug 2014

Why do we try so hard to protect ourselves,
when what lies within us
is so powerful,
so complete
and undying?

Why do we protect this illusion,
this veil
that covers our true magnificence,
our birthright.

Why, knowing what is inside,
do we cover it at all?


Fragments & Glimpses

29 Aug 2014

There is a scared and whimpering child inside me,
and there is a tyrant,
a victim,
and a judge.

They do not know they are one,
two sides of a coin.

There is a realist,
and a dreamer,
a planner,
a fixer.

All one.

All drops in the bucket
which is Me,
little mental movies,
fragments and glimpses,
partly understood,
aspects of a Self too big
for the mind to hold.


Our Words

23 Aug 2014

There is too much bullshit in our world.

Let us only say what we mean,
and mean what we say.

Words have power
to harm and to heal.

They can be weapons
that intimidate and manipulate,
or tools of wisdom
that nurture and heal.

They spread like cancer,
or like light.

Let us learn to speak responsibly,
with compassion and integrity,
or simply hold our silence.


Space

22 Aug 2014

There is wisdom in everything.

A broken tooth falls out,
a broken friendship falls away.

There is space for healing,
for something new to grow.


Friendship

20 Aug 2014

What is the thread of friendship?
Is it seeing and knowing another as they are,
or as you expect them to be?

Is it a letting go, a letting in,
or a contract of mutually agreed behavior?

Is it a flow, a dance,
like water, like wind,
or the choreography of a well-oiled machine,
proceeding safely through its prescribed path?

A machine can wear down,
be broken.
Water and wind dance on,
always.


Hope

19 Aug 2014

We exist in a field of infinite possibilities.
Hope is simply the willingness
to open oneself
to this field.


The Meaning of Life

18 Aug 2014

To know the meaning of life,
watch an animal
simply being.

To know the joy of life,
Watch an animal
playing.


Angels

16 Aug 2014

When one you love has died,
Mourn for their body,
Not their spirit.

Your world has lost a friend,
And gained an angel.


Presence

05 Aug 2014

Crawling on the floor,
me and my cat,
face to face,
I am suddenly present.

This cannot exist
in the mind,
only in doing.


Undersanding & Being

02 Aug 2014

The mind will try to understand
what it cannot do.
Simply being
can only be done.
It cannot be understood.


Love

02 Aug 2014

When ego loves,
it reaches for what isn’t.

When spirit loves,
It embraces what is.


Everything I need

11 Jul 2014

I have everything I need.

All that slows me down
is lack of faith
in the universe
and in myself.


In the Web

09 Jul 2014

In the web of being,
There are more directions
Than we can ever know.

Our eyes see only up and down,
Left and right, front and back.

Our spirits see everywhere,
When we choose to look.

In the sea of our infinite souls,
All things that can happen DO happen.

When we shift our focus, we see them,
Just beyond where we usually look.

To earthbound eyes,
Point of view is everything.

Spirit shows us where to look.


Purest Love

09 Jun 2014

The purest love
is like fresh air to the heart.

Breathing in,
it nurtures and enlivens,
but it cannot be held.


Procrastination

09 Jun 2014

Why procrastinate now,
when you could
procrastinate
tomorrow,
instead?


Perfect Animals

05 Jun 2014

Being and playing,
  We are perfect animals;
Drumming and dancing,
  We are perfect animals;
Entwined in love,
  We are perfect animals;
Our minds at peace,
  We are perfect animals.

Happiness

02 Jun 2014

Face lit with glee,
A child hugs a ball to her chest,
Like a loved one.

How simple happiness is,
When the moment is enough,
And you want what you have.


Maybe the state of enlightenment
isn’t the constant experience
of being connected to universal spirit,
but just the awareness of that connection,
whether we’re experiencing it or not!


We strive after peak experiences,
forgetting that the perfection we’re looking for
is already with us, and in us, whether we feel it or not.

Simply remembering this can ease the pressure we put on ourselves,
so we can just relax into our own being, warts and all.

Maybe that’s as good as it gets!


Responsibility

01 Jun 2014

We are responsible for our actions,
not for other’s reactions.


Loss: Opening

01 Jun 2014

Loss;
opening.

What we want fills us;
what we don’t have
leaves emptiness.

The pain of nothing,
a blank slate;
and yet,
the possibility
of everything.


Ony when you let everything go
can you let everything in.


Learning To Be Free

01 Jun 2014

Empty inside,
An ache fills me.

In a new moment,
I am empty again,
And the world fills me.


Freedom

01 Jun 2014

Relaxing
Into painful places,
That is freedom.


A Note To My Self

01 Jun 2014

All my life,
I’ve been avoiding a great truth,
and pursuing a fantasy.

That truth is that I am
(like every human being)
completely and irrevocably alone.

The fantasy was that I could find someone
to complete the incomplete “me”
that I thought I was.

Now, I am learning that that “me” is itself a fantasy,
and that the “I am that I am”
always was and already is complete.

I feel free of a great burden.
There is nothing and no one I need to add to my life to be fulfilled.
Everything that comes my way is gift.


Turn off your phone,
Relax and float downstream,
It is not dying,
It is not dying.


The True Gift

29 Apr 2014

When you lose somebody, look inside
for what first connected you to them;
it is still inside you, and always was,
or you would not have recognized it.

The true gift of love and friendship
is the mirror that it holds
to the beauty and perfection
that you already are.


Two Worlds

24 Apr 2014

In every moment,
We move in two worlds:
The world around us,
And the world inside.

To see and feel them
Both, at once,
Is to be fully alive,
And fully human.


Ending and Beginning

15 Apr 2014

Bare branches
stand against the sky,
fuzzy with becoming.

In every ending
there is a seed
of beginning.


Who Is Jesus?

13 Apr 2014

He was a man
Imbedded in time,
Receding in history.

He is is a story,
Enriched in the telling,
Growing with generations.

He is Spirit,
Buddha spirit,
Mohammed spirit,
Our spirit.

He is a bridge,
To where we came from,
To where we always were.


The World Hugs Us

13 Apr 2014

The world hugs us
to this ball of rock,
nestled in its skin,
tender and alive.

By what miracle do we lay here,
balanced between earth and sky,
for a lifetime,
for a moment?


Language

10 Apr 2014

Those
    in fur
        infer.

Those
    in to it
        intuit!

Crazy

10 Apr 2014

Crazy is infinite;
Normal is a thin line.

When those who nurtured us,
fathers of our minds,
mothers of our hearts,
seemed crazy,
each in their own way,
how do,
how should
we follow them?

The line of Normal
is too thin;
Crazy points everywhere.
Somewhere,
beyond fear,
amidst the chaos,
is freedom.


Like vs. "Like"

07 Apr 2014

I used to like a lot of things,
And I suppose that I still do,
But to “Like” something on Facebook
Has become my bugaboo.

Most things I like don’t haunt me,
As Facebook “Likes” will do,
Spawning like a million fish,
As more messages accrue.

So please don’t be offended,
Or look at me askew,
If, in my desperation,
I decline to just “Like” you!


Fear

07 Apr 2014

It is not fear that stops us from action,
but the avoidance of fear.


When your entertainment ends,
And emptiness seeps in,
Don’t look away.

Let it take your full attention.
It is the drama of the moment,
Played against the nothingness
Of everything.

On the screen of being,
Nothing is assured,
And everything is possible.


Everything Is Now

01 Apr 2014

Everything is Now,
Only Now.

The past
Is the mind’s story,
Living only in the telling.

The future is each new moment,
Unfolding;
Now,
Then Now,
And Now.


Betwen the Words

01 Apr 2014

I am the truth that words can’t convey.
I am the space between the words.
I am that I am.


Being

22 Mar 2014

In the peaceful space
between my thoughts
lies the quiet pleasure
of simply being.


Mind and Spirit

16 Mar 2014

The mind says
“Without my story,
I am nothing”.

Spirit says
“Without a story,
I am everything!”


Ego, Heart & Spirit

16 Mar 2014

Between two egos,
love is an agreement,
A set of mutual expectations.

Between two hearts,
love is a softening of egos,
A relaxing of boundaries.

Between two Spirits,
love is unity,
Without expectations,
Without boundaries.


Friends

15 Mar 2014

Your favorite friends may be the ones you enjoy the most,
But your best friends are the ones you can count on the most.
Loyalty, like love, is one of the greatest gifts
We can give or receive.


This Is life!

10 Mar 2014

Pry open the lid of your mind.
Let the murmurs and shouts of your senses fill it.
This is not the story of your life.
This IS life!


Light Breaks Through

06 Mar 2014

Heart heavy,
Mind full of anger & hurt,
I walk along
in my own dark story.

Then
light breaks through.
The city, the river,
Awash with sun,
call me.

I listen, I see.
This moment,
This gift,
THIS is real.

Then the sun sets.
The sky blooms.
Another gift,
Another moment.


Helplessness

04 Mar 2014

Helplessness
comes from looking for solutions
outside of ourselves.

Our best answers
come from within.


love and Pain

02 Mar 2014

Love may be the essence of a spiritual life,
but it is not always comfortable or convenient.
One of life’s biggest challenges
is to not shut down in the face of pain.


For the most part,
a healthy organism expands,
and an unhealthy one contracts.

What we accept and learn from
expands us.
What we avoid
makes us contract.

Thus,
the old saying:
“Whatever doesn’t kill us,
makes us stronger!”


A Prayer For Us All

02 Mar 2014

(for Nadine, in loving memory):
As your path leads you through your times of trial,
May each moment remind you of the gift you are.
May the light you bring shine back on you,
And may it set you free, from this moment on.


Inside and Outside

25 Feb 2014

Whatever I see
Is already inside me,
Or I would not see it.

All I experience
Lives in this world inside,
A universe without limit,
Inside my flesh.

All I need,
All I want,
Is already here.

There is nothing “outside”
Which isn’t “inside”.

“Inside” and “outside”
are the same.

I am complete.


Do not give your love away,
or allow it to be taken.
It is not yours to give,
nor anyone’s to take.

Rather, share it,
let your heart open and expand,
until it touches all hearts.
Then you will awaken
from the dream of separation.


The Final Healing

20 Feb 2014

Spirit,
perfect and eternal,
cannot be be broken.
Yet the body,
earthbound and ephemeral,
can.

Time and entropy
wear down the engine of flesh,
and there comes a moment
when life and being
can no longer be held
In its fragile frame.

It is then that the spirit
longs to be free,
bursting the bonds
of fleeting form.

Then,
in that moment
of release,
is not death
the final healing?


Right Now

14 Feb 2014

This is a beautiful world,
Right now.

Light flows in,
Right now.

Everything is Spirit,
Right now.

All there is,
Is this.

This is the truth,
Right now.


Love, Always

11 Feb 2014

“I will love you always”
may be true, always,
because love exists
outside of time.

And yet, things change.
Thoughts and feelings
come and go.

Love seems to disappear,
when the mind rules,
and the heart shuts down.

And, in each moment,
there is a choice:
to re-open our hearts,
to revisit that place,
outside of time,
where Spirit lives.

love will still be there.
It is always there,
as we come and go.


Wanting/ Letting go

28 Jan 2014

Wanting
is the lack
of having.

It is grasping
that fills
emptiness
with pain.

Let go,
and open
to emptiness.

Let it be filled
with what is,
and what can be.


Everything is perfect

26 Jan 2014

Nothing matters
like the mind thinks it does.
Everything is perfect,
in the flow of Is.

Whatever we create,
there is room for it to be.
Whatever the story we tell,
it is true, in the infinite play of Being.


Life

21 Jan 2014

There is nothing fair
about the cards we’re dealt.
Yet there can be grace and beauty
in how we play our hand.


Anything Is Possible

21 Jan 2014

We give power to what we pay attention to.
When you allow what you truly want
To become more powerful
Than what you want to avoid,
Anything is possible.


Where Is a Poem Born?

16 Jan 2014

Where is a poem born?

A spasm of the mind,
spirit leaking through.

A fit of words,
a trail of experience behind it.

Being bursting out of nothing
into thought.


What do we deserve?

01 Jan 2014

What do we deserve?

Someone who worships us
without challenging us?

Or someone who challenges us
without worshipping us?


Relationship

01 Jan 2014

All our relationships
Stand on our relationship
With ourselves.

It is the only relationship
Which we can,
and do,
Create from nothing.


Perfect

01 Jan 2014

Why try to make everything perfect?
Everything already
IS perfect!


Our Futures

01 Jan 2014

All futures are possible.

What becomes real
flows from our intentions
and our actions.


Out of nothing
Comes everything.


Moments: 2 Thoughts

01 Jan 2014

Afloat in a river of moments,
Thoughts, opinions, judgements
Drift by.
What if this river ran clear?
What a trip that would be!


In each perfect moment,
A defect can be found.
Waiting to be fixed,
A lifetime passes by.


Love and Peace

01 Jan 2014

love digs deep into the soul.

A mind can only search for reason;
Sex searches for release;
A heart searches for comfort.

Spirit searches for itself,
The peace of not searching,
The peace of being.


love and Being

01 Jan 2014

It lies between us,
Raw and beautiful.
We stand on the same ground,
Invisible beneath us.
Two drops of the same sea,
It flows between us,
Beyond understanding.


Little Universes

31 Dec 2013

We live in a BIG universe.
Yet, as individuals, we each live
in a little universe
of our own creation.

Each day,
Let us create our universe anew,
consciously, compassionately,
with vision and courage.

Let us build our futures
based on love, not fear.


The Best We Can Do

29 Dec 2013

It is beyond human capacity for anyone
to become an expert in living their own life.

The best we can do is to wholeheartedly devote ourselves
to being humble students of living.


Doors

23 Dec 2013

Love opens doors.
It cuts little holes
in the boxes we live in.

Death
does not close them.

Each soul we’ve touched
calls us,
not to join them
(as we will, in time),
but to be fully alive
until we do.

Each life we share
is a window
into what can be.


Heart and Mind

17 Dec 2013

Sometimes the doors of the heart slam shut
Against the nightmares of the mind,
And fear of emptiness trumps love.

Throw open those doors! Let the emptiness in,
And cold, hard dreams will melt
In Spirit’s warm embrace.


Each Wave

11 Dec 2013

Sailing through the waters of life,
Calm seas teach us nothing.
Lulled by sameness,
We sleep.

Awakened by turbulence,
We learn aliveness,
Each wave
A gift.


What Can't Be Broken

10 Dec 2013

When something feels broken,
sometimes it’s time to give up
trying to fix it,
holding it together,
and just let it fall apart.

Then, amongst its pieces,
we may find its essence,
the part that can’t be broken.

Then, perhaps,
something new
can grow.


Feeling Alive

08 Dec 2013

Sometimes,
staying with the moment
and feeling truly alive
can be painful;
but the alternative
is feeling dead.

When I see that I have a choice,
I choose feeling alive!


Song of the Heart

07 Dec 2013

Poetry
is the song
of the heart,
that the mind
can dance to.


Home

07 Dec 2013

You can’t get home.
You can only remember
That you have always
Been home.


Sad Stories

03 Dec 2013

The sad stories we tell ourselves
are the products of our imaginations.
When we choose to, they can be appreciated
just as we would a good book or movie,
if we simply remember that they aren’t real!


Being Is Enough

03 Dec 2013

Sometimes,
Filled with experience,
No words come.
Being is enough.


I am dying,
Day by day.
Piece by piece,
What I thought I was
Falls away.
Soon I will be Nothing,
Or Everything.

Looking into emptiness,
I see a clear space,
Beyond my expectations.


Everything Dances

26 Nov 2013

Everything dances.
Mountains dance the beat of eons.
Atoms dance their quantum dance.
Hearts dance the beat of living.
and being dances being.


Spirit Peeks Through

24 Nov 2013

We cover the world with concepts,
Wrapping ourselves in words,
Sleeping in a bed of history,
Dreaming out our lives.

And sometimes the veil tears open
And our visions are blinded in light,
And spirit peeks through, like a newborn,
Looking out through our eyes.


I Stepped Out

23 Nov 2013

A sound pulled me in,
A note, a rhythm.
Judgement held me back,
Fear held me still.

But still the music pulled me.
I stepped out of myself,
Into another human’s life,
And played.


Opening

18 Nov 2013

Opening,
Raw and vibrant,
The world pours into me.
Nerves vibrating
With vision,
With sound.
All is energy,
Dancing.


Mind & Being

16 Nov 2013

In the tiny world of mind,
I am squeezed down to nothing.

In the big world of being,
I expand into everything.

My story is my prison.
Beyond the myth of “I”
Is freedom.


Ego and Being

15 Nov 2013

Sometimes, we long to be what we think we aren’t, but really already are. Maybe it’s as simple as letting go of wanting. This isn’t the only path to happiness, but certainly it’s a good start.

To die as an ego
And be reborn as Being,
That is the dream.

Ego dreams the dream.
But Being IS the dream.
The dream already real.

Being is inside the dream;
And the dream is inside Being.


Cultivate a loving relationship
with yourself.

Then, even when you’re alone,
you will always be
in the best possible company.


Giving & Receiving

29 Oct 2013

Give gratefully;
Receive generously.


Trust

27 Oct 2013

Trust
is reason and spirit
aligned,
dancing together.


The Dancer

27 Oct 2013

Abandoned to the dance,
You share your aliveness.
We take it gratefully, greedily,
Not seeing it is already in us.

The animal in you calls -
The animal in us,
Blind & lacking,
Reaches out for completion.

Will we find ourselves,
In the mirror of your freedom?


Communion

15 Oct 2013

Through the communion of your hands,
Strong and gentle,
Moves infinite Spirit,
Compassionate and healing.

Our Mother,
Nurturing and calming,
Speaks through you,
Singing her song of touch,
Through you heart,
Through your hands.


Suffering and Peace

06 Oct 2013

All our stories of suffering
grow like pearls around our pain.

Inside each one
is a moment denied,
encysted in the past.

If, in the light of seeing,
the pearl dissolves,
a grain of being is released,
a moment once frozen in time.

Beyond that moment,
there is peace.


The Greatest Gifts

05 Oct 2013

The greatest gifts
Are not received,
They are discovered,

Look up from your thoughts,
With an open heart,
And let them in.


Without Need

04 Oct 2013

Without need,
each shared moment is a gift.

Without expectations,
Every step is a joyous discovery.

The gifts we give
live in each of us,
wherever we go.


A Reflection

03 Oct 2013

Human beings are,
for the most part,
unreliable.

Pinning one’s hopes
on the actions of another
is almost always a mistake.

The one relationship
we can and must rely on
is with ourself.

All the nurturing
and guidance
we really need
is within.

What we see in others
is simply a mirror
of what is in ourselves.


Success

29 Sep 2013

Sometimes,
success comes through action;
other times,
through allowing.

Do what you can,
and be open to the rest.


Let go!

24 Sep 2013

Let go of wanting -
open to emptiness.

Let go of emptiness -
open to everything.


Purest love

22 Sep 2013

The purest love
is like fresh air to the heart.

Breathing in,
it nurtures and enlivens,
but it cannot be held.


What if...?

19 Sep 2013

What if everything we do
is just an experiment,
a playful exercise?

Then there are no failures,
only new experiences,
and learning.


A New York Night

19 Sep 2013

Night sky,
Points of light,
Skyline.
If I did not know what each thing was,
Would it not be magic?
For a moment,
I let go of knowledge,
And let the magic in.


In each moment,
In my thoughts and my words,
I am expressing myself
With compassion and integrity.

In each moment,
I am accepting that every person
Is simply expressing their own reality,
And I will not take anything personally.

In each moment,
I am letting go of my assumptions,
And seeing the world with new eyes.

In each moment,
I acknowledge that I’m
Doing the best I can,
Warts and all.

In each moment,
I am stepping
Into a new dream.


Body and Spirit

10 Sep 2013

As each moment rolls by,
My head yearns for the sky,
Straining towards spirit.
My body sinks towards earth.
Returning to its mother.
When will I stretch in two,
Body and spirit,
Each going home?


Big love

05 Sep 2013

Caressed by the sun,
I feel the love of the universe,
Unrequested and unearned,
It is Being
Loving itself.


Aliveness

03 Sep 2013

Scared awake,
I have nothing but this moment.
Breathing in,
Soaked in sound and sight,
I am ALIVE.


Balance

30 Aug 2013

Here I sit in tranquility,
Balanced at the edge of everything.
The water laps,
Birds swoop,
Trucks roll by, distant.
Planes boom across the sky.
All is in balance,
Perfect.


On the Spectrum

20 Aug 2013

I live on the edges of things,
Drifting at the borders of people’s towns,
Observing their rituals,
Their languages;
Not well enough to speak,
But to capture wisps of meaning,
Hints of intention.

I am my own species,
Co-existing,
Learning to Be.


The "I Am" that I Am

13 Aug 2013

The air,
The water,
The sky
Fill me.

Everything that is “me”
Falls away.

This is the “I am”
That I am,
Always.


Dreams

11 Aug 2013

Sometimes the gifts of life
Come wrapped in a dream,
And when the dream cracks open,
The gift is exposed:
Not what was wanted,
But what was needed.


This, Now

02 Aug 2013

Impaled to the earth,
Cradled in the sky,
I have no past,
I have no future;
I am this,
Now.

Clouds roll by,
Technicolor wonders,
Movies for the camera
Of my soul.

I am this,
Now


I Could say goodbye

30 Jul 2013

I could say goodbye
to this room,
I could say goodbye
to this house.
I could say goodbye
to this town,
this country,
this world.

I could say goodbye
to this body,
this life.

What would I be?
What would I say hello to?


The Gifts of Life

18 Jul 2013

Sometimes
the gifts of life
come wrapped
in broken dreams.

As the dream dies,
the gift is revealed:
we get what we need,
not what we thought
we wanted..


Every disappointment is a gift.
Each failed expectation is an opportunity,
To see, choose, and act differently,
To set sail in a new direction.
Accept your pain, and explore!

When everything looks shitty,
Try looking in a mirror.
If there’s shit on your eyes,
It’s probably yours - wipe it off!


I look up

11 Jul 2013

Poised between regret and fear,
I look up,
Breathing,
Into a radiant sky.

I am alive.


To fly like the clouds,
amorphous, rootless,
sailing in the sun and wind,
drifting in and out of being.


I look down,
to catch this moment in words;
I look up,
and the bright magic has left the sky,
leaving a darker beauty,
painful to see,
a poem that does not want
to be written;
and still the clouds roll on,
like the sea,
like the earth,
like me.


Prayer and Silence

31 May 2013

No loud or urgent prayer
can call it,

Only in silence
does it come.


Awash in my senses,
I let go of words.

Nailed to the moment,
I have no poetry.

Mind abandoned,
the moment is the poem.


Geese,
following each other’s wing,
write calligraphy,
adrift in the sky.


On the other side of emptiness,
Beyond what is expected,
Is a world of possibility,
The heart of creation.


My Gohonzon

24 Oct 2005

My Gohonzon
is invisible.

It is my voice,
chanting,
resonating in my room,
bathing me in sound,
drawing me out of myself,
expanding outward,

my attention on the pregnant void
around me.