First I did not know better Second I did know worse Third I do no more
TRANSCEND MERE HEARING, AMIDST THE CACOPHONIES, BY PAUSING THE MIND. MAKING SPACE TO RECEIVE SACREDNESS IN EVERY SOUL.
Ten Haiku’s for Mom
Ah, the irony
in proclaiming our freedom
chains disguised as sweet
Poetry as Art,
a literary painting,
with fewest of words.
I end morning prayer with a moment of listening. Simply listening to the sounds around me. The morning birds are awake and at their loudest and boisterous selves proclaiming a new day. To listen in the present moment reminds me of the sounds I do not hear when my mind is too busy.
Come the evening, I sit on the back porch waiting to see the birds. I am never disappointed, for I always get an entertaining show of a master artist.
Today a pair of Mississippi Kites float in the high breeze.
I thought to myself – This gusty breeze makes an easy day for them – they glide in the flow, not having to work as hard to scout and soar.
Behold grace, fully given.
Re-Treat Yourself
Bringing self to truth
Not from outside, but inside
One’s gift to the world
Between drum and beat
Whence surrender comes to me
Incompressible
Show up in silence
To fill the Zenvironment
Rediscover me
Living in-between
Attention with intention
It will light you up
The person I need,
Keeps sacred space embodied
To find grace and ease
Inner conflict first
Speaks Ho’oponopono
Consider it just
What no longer serves
Opens my medicine bag
Says patient to me
Remember one thing
In the next moment, a choice
To best know thy self
Enter the water
Drop the exterior mask
See my divine self
The calmness inside
Finds that I am not broken
And neither are you
Ask to be released
From what no longer gives life
And hear the bowl sing
A person's faith is like a snowflake Unique in a personal way. So tell me yours, ... no, ... show me.
Velvet chains do hold a will that likes to blame others look outside no more
imagination my highest ideal, I thought absent seduction. but how easily to play the game of others into glory and slave. there is no way out, I tell myself to others, of one's religion.
Bruce the moose is on the loose. What a dude with attitude.
I was born asleep. and when I woke, I cried not knowing why. But yet, never stopped wanting and wondering. And to this day, keep wandering why.
The songbirds sing out Come fly and play hide and seek in spring hues of green
