18 Sunday Jul 2021
Posted in Human, Ego, Sameness, Open mind, Change, Emotional Intelligence, Compassion, Hate, Mental Health, Love, Recovery, Poetry, Observations
brother hating brother
when exposed that they are men
acting with impunity
each is negligent again
lashing out in malice
harsh judgement from above
brother hating brother
like raven birthing dove
it’s not within their veins
that conflict seeds are sown
our simple human frailties are but
scared flowers bearing thorns
brother fighting brother
is an old hat on a child
the key to break the pattern
is with spirits reconciled
17 Saturday Jul 2021
I have been setting up an area in my back yard that is animal friendly. It’s their section. There is a little bird bath and I have been starting to put in plants that will attract and feed them. Unlike half of my neighborhood, I also don’t use pesticides and try to let everything around here live and eat the food they like. The birds and squirrels seem to love it the arrangement. Something is always back there poking around. And I love observing them. Their way.
I also have a dog that is at least part beagle and black lab. And she loves to chase all things critter, period. And admittedly, I sort of enjoy watching her do what makes her happy (this is all helped immensely by the fact that she never catches anything). So as a way to make her backyard pee-trips a little more fun for the both of us, I like to psych her up by repeatedly asking if there are any squirrels outside… Yes, in a taunting voice. Anyway, once she is good and wound up, I open the door to witness a glorious mass scurrying and flying for the next 10 seconds.
Coming face to face with my own duality is harsh, man, I feel like the United States in the Middle East, here.
13 Sunday Jun 2021
Posted in Death, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Human, Love, Memorial, Open mind, Pain, Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Uncategorized
most of those
that listen best
are dead and gone
but in your chest
their wisdom stays
a tone is still clear
as perfect as when
their sound was here
spirit of death
O’ breath on the wind
port of eternal
entwined our sins
remember in love
reminiscing like porn
enlarging that spot
their kernel to form
enslaving our heart
attachment the curse
just for that ear
that once sang immersed
05 Saturday Jun 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Brain Droppings, Buddhism, Change, Compassion, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Growth, Hate, Human, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Open mind, Pain, Poetry, Prayer, Recovery, Sameness, Spirituality
slow morning crawl
coffee and stare
far away look
minutes become
breath at a time
metronome sets
to forward go
the way of you
hurt begets pain
pain begets scars
scars become hard
yield not to wrath
a goal for now
.
01 Tuesday Jun 2021
Posted in Change, Compassion, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Human, Love, Mental Health, Pain, Poetry, Spirituality
the inevitable question
is there a pattern or not?
when applied to parts
life develops from I
celestial circle ‘round
field dance in sun
finger-tip touch tops
jettisoning pain
from moments once spent
in blind abandon
nurtures the light
surrounding the spark
keeping it snug
and forward of mind
to never give up
the soul in your eye
23 Sunday May 2021
Posted in Buddhism, Change, Compassion, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Growth, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Middle Way, Open mind, Poetry, Spirituality
nose-tip
leads the way
steps first into now
focal point
in meditative breath
point of the spear
piercing peace
21 Friday May 2021
Posted in Dandelion Break, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Growth, Healthcare, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Open mind, Poetry, Sameness
comfy clothes on chair or floor
cross the legged legs or not
hands cupped in lap palm up
slow breath deep and start
barely opened are the each
thumb tips close
eyes mouth cracked
tongue palette barely touch
acts that removes the you
body stuff deflects inspect
itch twitch scratch and shift
freeing field for open minds
20 Thursday May 2021
When I got to work this morning I really, really had to pee. While running down the hall with my legs crossed, I saw someone I know who has been recovering from stage 4 cancer. So I waved to him. He waved back.
As I continued to side-shuffle down the hall something occurred to me, and it stopped me dead in my tracks.
This guy had been dying of stage 4 cancer and all he had ever asked of people was to make him laugh. And a few months later, here he was back at work! Something had helped him get back here.
So I turned around, then walked back just so I could call him a derogatory name. He laughed hard, nodded and called me a douchebag. Much better.
As I sped off again toward the big boy potty, I looked back and could see the crinkle in his eyes shining above his mask as he stumped his way down the hall on a cane.
Imagine a world where people are willing to make themselves temporarily uncomfortable solely for benefit of another person’s well being.
19 Wednesday May 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Existential Risk, Growth, Healthcare, Human, Mental Health, Open mind, Poetry, Quantum, Sameness, Spirituality, Tech
the cats in the cradle
and life it goes on
sideswipes and abandonment
friendship can be, and not
for the sacristy’s plundered
and our nickname’s defiled
now strut and stroke minds
as ego hardens to mask
a horrified crossroads
the pull of The Singularity
06 Thursday May 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Art, Depression, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Growth, Healthcare, Mental Health, Pain, Poetry, Recovery, Sex, Uncategorized
twist and writhe
between the sheets
warm safe sweaty
food delivered
water and wine
sacred heights
cosmic depth
between the sheets
time folds inward
a world away
problems roil and roll
in knots wet
taut tug tight
between the sheets
all melts away
gone from me
in isolation I see
depression’s lonely stare
my gaunt gaping maw
between the sheets
