January 28, 2012 at 8:48 am (Life, Nonsense)
Tags: angst, malaise
Aches, pains.
Waiting for them to go away,
or maybe just learning to live alongside them.
Unsolicited guests at the party of my life.
A deepening malaise clamors for an audience.
What it has to say remains unarticulated.
Perhaps I am being reminded, all too frequently, of how unenlightened I am.
Who knew?
October 21, 2011 at 7:26 am (Spirituality)
Tags: Meditation
Fewer are my moments
Of mystic bliss,
Hovering between space and time,
In that
Tiny gap
Between the essential and relative,
When love breathes me,
A softness that takes me over and
Loosens the boundaries of my
Perceptions and the
Limits of my very self.
October 20, 2011 at 5:02 pm (Life, Work)
Tags: agendas, Jobs, Work, worry
A flavor of heaviness wraps itself around,
a work-related unease,
origins and causes unknown.
Roots in the strangeness of caring too much?
We too often care in the wrong ways,
perhaps due to our high expectations of who we think we are supposed to be,
and therefore of others as well.
Care in the right, healthy ways.
About the right things, people, causes, animals, and life.
Often, it means learning to live an agenda-less life.
July 9, 2011 at 1:08 pm (stuff)
There comes a point when the icy, brittle hardness melts.
It’s a return,
of sorts,
to who we are.
We are Love.
Sad, those who are unable to surrender,
holding to the harsh, surface identity,
unknowing,
or simply choosing not to believe,
in the true, enduring essence.
We have our moments.
Love and the tremor of joy
are intrinsically connected,
woven into the fabric of human being.
April 1, 2011 at 10:37 am (Uncategorized)
Tags: Death
Death transforms
if we allow its potential to wash over us,
carrying the little self
through the self-pity
into true sorrow,
grief,
emptiness.
The moment arrives,
the revolution,
the repentance,
the turning around…
that it may become a blessing,
a benediction,
a good word to the living and
an honor to the dead.
January 15, 2011 at 3:34 pm (Uncategorized)
Dad,
enigma,
surface-doer of life,
overflowing with daditude,
making it happen,
stirring the pot,
restless yearning for whatever
lurks
around the next turn in the road.
You wanted more.
…more….
Not ready to depart this life,
you fought hard
to bend your body
to spirit-will.
But God -
or as Woody Allen once put it,
‘the Great Whatever’ -
apparently has other adventures for you,
ones that may yet surprise
and delight you
in ways unimaginable to those of us left here,
with the many traces of your
obvious existence
among us.
We know you love us,
did not want to leave us, and
grief
occupies our hearts,
not always with heart-wrenching sobs, but
always
with a gnawing, enveloping, sad,
very sad,
awareness of your
absence.
We celebrate your life,
well and fully lived.
Go with our blessings,
and our melancholy yet genuine smiles,
to whatever unpredictable life you find and make,
just barely,
on the other side of the veil.
January 9, 2011 at 3:52 pm (Uncategorized)
Morose
recluse
engulfed by sadness
yet mysteriously
unaccountably content.
Floating down,
love,
from up there somewhere.
In abandonment,
freedom falls,
settles in,
spacious bones breathe,
extinguishing self.
No one is left.
Only a strange contentment.
April 29, 2010 at 2:16 pm (Life)
Tags: conditioning, krishnamuriti
Most teachers all point to an ideal, to someone to become, to areas of ourselves that we must “transcend”, to ways we can “improve” on who we are. But these are all escapes and attachments. Even to try to be without attachment is an attachment. The answer is to have a still mind. And yet, to try to have a still mind is to introduce more conflict.
Hmmmm….
“How can one be free from conditioning?”
Krishnamurti responds:
“Only by understanding, being aware of our escapes. Our attachment to a person, to work, to an ideology, is the conditioning factor; this is the thing we have to understand, and not seek a better or more intelligent escape. All escapes are unintelligent as they inevitably bring about conflict. To cultivate detachment is another form of escape, of isolation; it is attachment to an abstraction, to an ideal called detachment. The ideal is fictitious, ego-made, and becoming the ideal is an escape from what is. There is the understanding of what is, and adequate action towards what is, only when the mind is not longer seeking an escape. The very thinking about what is is an escape from what is. Thinking about the problem is escape from the problem, and the only problem. The mind, unwilling to be what it is, fearful of what it is, seeks these various escapes; and the way of escape is thought. As long as there is thinking, there must be escapes, attachments, which only strengthen conditioning.
“Freedom from conditioning comes with the freedom from thinking. When the mind is utterly still, only then is there freedom for the real to be.”
February 2, 2010 at 11:56 am (Life)
Tags: Life
The variables of life fall,
dropping down,
down,
into some disorganized arrangement.
Sometimes we ask,
“Why?”
Acceptance: a profound yet simple intention,
a commitment to what is not known or necessarily understood.
The clinging, grasping
ceases,
along with the ambition, drive, yearning, desire for what one does not yet have.
Do we need to figure these out?
Or is there a freedom now,
to wander about in the spaciousness?
October 6, 2009 at 4:46 pm (Life)
Tags: Hopelessness, Rumi
“The way of Moses is all hopelessness and need and it is the only way to God. From when you were an infant, has hopelessness ever failed you?” (Rumi)
It seems a divine vision, or reconciliation, is found in the abandonment of hopes, the ones rooted in ideas one has about oneself.
Are we ever where we imagined we would be?
Faith is knowing, trusting, that things are what they are for a purpose greater than our current imaginings.
