Saturday, August 15, 2015
Speak to me in the lowest voice you know...
speak to me with your breathing and your heart beating.
Speak to me with your silences, the rhythms of your passive moments, the poetry of your pensive gestures.
The world, as ever, is mad--both crazed and angry--but we need not agree to go along as well. We may resist firmly, without making a scene. We may simply persevere on our gentler paths.
The rest of the world doesn't need to know how it breaks our hearts, how it enrages our compassion, how in our weaker moments it fills us with despair.
It is not for us to solve the problems that bedevil humanity because we already understand that the solution is beyond legislation and the grand machinations of economies, governments, religions and even cultures.
It is up to each of us individually to choose to love, to be loving, to choose compassion, to be compassionate, to choose acceptance and eschew the desire to dominate any other being, to choose elevating everyone we come in contact with if we may, to never put another down or cause them to feel less or subjugated, to choose to be curious rather than afraid, to choose to be receptive rather than closed off.
The human world tends to behave as though such actions are impossible, but in reality, nothing is easier, nothing is more rewarding, and, if we allow it, nothing comes more naturally.
At least to us.
So let us not succumb to the chaos and turmoil, the vitriol and violence, the zealotry of every imaginable kind.
Remain steadfast in your beautiful, generous, loving, creative, redemptive, compassionate and passionate natures.
We are quiet and subtle and I believe we are absolutely more powerful than the ills that beset the world we live in.
Energy is infinite.
Sweet hearts: persevere.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Monday, August 29, 2011
I want to dissolve into the wood of this ancient temple, to be such a true green made in a monk’s bowl and applied lovingly, with such devotion
It would be enough for me, just to be a spot of pure color in the midst of all the fine details, a background for everything else to shine against
Pigment dense within the grain, a saturated, living coolness pleasing to the eye, beckoning contemplation
The very shade of a certain kind of calm, alert and relaxed, filled with an undeniable vitality yet soft and yielding
Like fresh rice shoots in an early morning field against a crane’s legs that patiently awaits the subtle rustling of a frog.
Monday, June 13, 2011
there’s nothing to it.
sit upon a moment in time & pin it to a thought a process a page a desire another moment….
another moment passing & another & soon all the time in the world becomes no time & you look into your hands & find there’s nothing.
watch your mind wander lonely as Wordsworth’s cloud
but Wordsworth’s metaphorical you arrives in a field of floral gold & just like that:
there’s something you’re not going to quite pin down, a thought you can’t quite complete, a process of understanding never fully understood.
you & I are not the question asking we are the intaking thoughtbreaking wave thinking to formulate an answer
some method of response…
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Disturbance. A disturbance of factors, a chaos of challenges...what are the group names for packets of events in life??
A quantum of solace, indeed!
Buying time and gaining experience...
I feel chained to survival and absurdity.
I continue to feel that somehow, someway, it is possible to unleash a chain reaction of liberation, and I do not mean death, I mean embodied, vibrant, here and NOW change that can make living a coherent bliss.
Naivete is another word for truth, one truth, the truth of the child.
And in the abstract, the child--as a sensory organ of the planet--is keen, uncorrupted. Lacking context in the adult regard, but having a much more basic contextual map for determining right and wrong, happiness and disappointment, for what enjoyment is and the purposes of a body and a consciousness.
I am grateful that I've retained a significant amount of my naivete into adulthood, even though it makes me churn through a lot of confusion often, even though I am made to feel the fool by people who are more pragmatic and realistic than I am.
which could be just another example of confirmation bias, but one must have an internal compass, a gut instinct to follow in life.
Tools for vanquishing fear.