This body of work is a selection of poems written during the span of twenty years or so.                    I keep adding to it and making a few adjustments here and there as I go along...                                  There is a dedication, favorite quotes and six chapters with their musings.                            The chapters are:  Life ~ Aloneness ~ Love ~ Natural Beauty ~ Pleasures ~ Freedom

what can one say, except ~ THANK YOU?

Freedom in Love with Life

 

 

This creative process is

         definitely dedicated to

               ~ Freedom ~

                         with Deep Gratitude

                                   for Its Gifts of Life and

                                          Light~Affirming Love

 

 

                          

 

                                                                     

 

 

Favorite Quotes

 

‘The more total you are, the deeper your relationship can be to any other human being.  Once you find that inner core of yourself, you are free.  And that leaves everyone around you free.  You are not trying to make them into anything.  You are not telling them what is best for them.  You know you do not know that.  What you are doing is receiving them fully as the human beings they are.  This is where love begins; it sees the mystery of the other and is just overwhelmed by it.’  Elizabeth

                                                                                                         The Feminine Face of God:     

                                                                             The Unfolding of the Sacred in Women

                                                                                             Sherry Ruth Anderson and Patricia Hopkins

 

 

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“I leave you free to be yourself: to think your thoughts, indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways that you decide are to your liking.”  The moment you say that [to your beloved], you will observe one of two things: either your heart will resist those words and you will be exposed for the clinger and exploiter that you are; so now is the time to examine your false belief that without this person you cannot live or cannot be happy.  Or your heart will pronounce the words sincerely and in that very instant all control, manipulation, exploitation, possessiveness, jealousy will drop.  And you will notice something else: the person automatically ceases to be special and important to you.  And he/she becomes important the way a sunset or a symphony is lovely in itself, the way a tree is special in itself and not for the fruit or the shade that it can offer you.  Your beloved will then belong not to you but to everyone or to no one like the sunrise and the tree.

In saying those words you have set yourself free.  You are now ready to love.  For when you cling, what you offer the other is not love but a chain, by which both you and your beloved are bound.  Love can only exist in freedom.

                                             The Way to Love:  The Last Meditations of Anthony de Mello                                                                                                            

                                                                              

                                                    

…the truth of the matter is…

 

before we can give this freedom freely to others

we need to give it to ourselves  ~  first 

 

 

 

     Chapter 1:  LIFE 

 

relax

our teacher once said         

 

   ‘the secret of life is…’

 

and we all held our breath

riveted by the impending

revelation of great magnitude

 

         and he continued

 

              ‘…to relax’

 

THAT’S IT?

 

of course        that’s it

 

and not only                         THAT’S IT!

 

but all answers

to any question

that we might have

 

         lie right here

 

in this most

extraordinarily extravagant notion

 

of simply              r

                                     e

                                            l

                                                   a

                                                           x                                                   

                                                                    i

                                                                               n

                                                                                            g

loving life

I.

…with all her inexhaustible gifts and treasures

            that feel like jewels

                        falling into my wide open lap

 

  

II.

sparkly breathtaking ocean

stunning sunsets and sunrises

fall leaves and quiet mornings

high blue~mountains and soft summer breezes

dazzling snow on brazen plains

laughs and cries that shatter the silence

delicious lovemaking at dawn

long leisurely walks along quiet shaded paths…

 

 

III.

and oh! so much more ~

  

 

IV.

if I had one word

            to tuck these all in

it would be

                                Love

 

 

 

words

…try to sound

            intelligently elegant

                        and wise

 

words…

            fabricate

            the stories

            that grab us

            and make us

            believe in

            who and what

                  we are

 

words…

            kindly spoken

                        can unleash a heart

                                    from timeless bondage ~

                      

             please tell me

 

what songs are you singing?

         what songs are you listening to?

 

 

 

yes and no

I. 

our souls are locked

in this endless web and flow

of never ending cycles of

 

            yes and no

 

YES     to     life

NO      to     life

 

            what is this tyranny

            that grabs us

            and takes us

            away from ourselves?

 

what is driving this incessant struggle of

 

                        yes or no?

 

  

II.

    these two friends

 

      play makeshift

      hide and seek

 

riding the waves of life

      full of mischief

 

 

III.

…lightly taken

 

they can bring

            immeasurable gifts

 

of sometimes            yes

            and sometimes         no

 

 

IV.

…and so it goes

           

that we often think we know

            and then something happens

                        and we don’t...

 

 

V.

and this seductive dance continues

 

            between the known and the unknown

 

in the ever ceaseless motion of

 

            now we see it       ~       now we don’t

 

 

 

 fear 

I.

           fear and dread…

 

spiraling down to the depths

with no end in sight

 

            numbness overtakes me

            and the endless rehearsing

            suffocates and stutters

            the confused mind ~

 

did I just say

 

            the confused mind

                   instead of

            my confused mind?

 

 

II.

…a ray of sunshine shatters

            this inextricable cloud

                        of madness ~

 

gratitude and grace pour through

 

finding myself

            relaxed

                        released

                                    remade

 

 

III.

and I see

when love is present

 

fear takes

the back door

and like a thief

gives itself up ~

 

         here

                

there is no fear

 

 

IV.

…but please let’s not forget…

 

fear comes to visit us

for a reason ~

 

an  unfailing companion to darkness

it pushes us relentlessly

                                                towards the light

 

 

V.

it’s all included

            in this field of

                       

perfect

            loving

                        oneness

 

 

VI.

when fear is…

 

s e e n             it has no power

 

f e l t                           it has no hold

 

u n d e r s t o o d                  it sets us free

 

 

 

the ache 

I.

the wound

of the ever present wanting                is wide and hollow

and the hole in my heart hurts

            waiting for the healing to take hold…

 

 

II.

…and as I stay with this

            heart~breaking pain

                        tending it tenderly

 

I begin to feel

            a deep sense of holiness

                        right in the middle of the hole…

 

 

III.

can that be          all it takes

            for the healing to take place…

 

to sit still in the midst of a pain

        and witness it whole?

 

  

 

  Musings

 

 

           to Know           is being in the now ~

          it’s embedded in the word itself…

 

 

*

 

  

believing that life is hard?

we’ll be living a hard life

 

…it’s uncanny how Life reflects exactly that which we think…

                                                                                                                                           

 

     *

 

 

we are thrust through a threshold

whether we like it or not

ready or not

t  here we go!

 

  

*

 

 

intention and attention

are two co-pilots

for our journey

 

 

*

 

 

life is not only good

it’s

beautiful

bountiful

bold

 

 

*

 

 

       when merged fully with someone or something

we emerge whole

 

…we are only lost

when we get dearly attached to it all 

 

  

*

 

  

our own unique vitality is

vital for the fullness of a

meaningful and vibrant life

 

 

*

 

 

  we present the present

as a present

 

~ and you can also say ~

 

we are presented with the present

as a present

 

living in the present

as presence

 

  

*

 

  

there are no rules

as each moment is fresh and brand new

 

 

 *

 

  

got inspiration?

go ahead

and fall over heals

in love with it

 

…any creative impulse

any intuitive urge

that burst through you

 

just do it

 

our world depends on it…

 

 

 

 

just begin            ~            the rest will follow

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2:  ALONENESS

 

monastic yearnings

I realize this ~

 

            I carry the monastery within me

                   in the depths of my own soul

 

            the monastic life

                  which I long for                    sometimes

 

is simply this ~

 

a wide~open silent space

 

providing the ground

            for this inner monastery

 

my body      ~      its monastic walls

 

my heart      ~      its altar

 

 

 

so where do we go from here?

            …where’s here anyway?

 

what’s that place

we call                

                        here?

 

existence? profundity?

helplessness? bizarreness?

 

         what is it

that keeps us going?

 

what is that which makes

       our world exist?

 

is it just a place?

a state of mind?

or maybe nothing?

 

where do we go from here?

 

 

 

sitting and contemplating

…throughout the day

            on this collage that I have been working on

                       for this new decade of ours

 

when suddenly it comes to life

            and illuminates its meaning ~

 

a cutout circle

            and its empty space

 

            reveal no separation

                 no distinction ~

 

one full           the other empty


intersecting

      here and there

            rendering their meaning

                  here and there

 

all the while

      the fullness

            the emptiness

                  never leave each other

 

                        they are always t  here

 

sometimes empty

      and sometimes full

            and sometimes intersecting ~

 

                         a playfulness

            that melts my heart to tears

 

 

 

the Vision Quest

I.

a pure blessing

this birthday year

of sixty~two

 

          celebrating 

 

in this desert wilderness

of my Vision Quest time ~

 

I have gathered myself       here

from all over it seems

           

with myriad experiences and loves

that grace my soul

 

 

II.

as I roam alone

on this wide and arid land

 

              I find

           

that I no longer know

            anything

                        anymore

 

 

III.

…and from this tiny tent of mine

            perched high on a desert plateau

                        in the midst of majestic Colorado mountains

 

I see the world go by…

 

dark clouds passing through

            little insects buzzing around

                        lizards scurrying away

                                    ants inching along

                                                           

all filling this vibrant space

            with their exquisite song   

                        of sizzling silence

 

 

IV.

hardships sometimes

            do pay off!

 

the bugs

            incessant companions

 

the weather

            capricious with heat and thunder

 

and the hunger

            (oh yes! the hunger) ~

                       

four lone endless days

            with no food

                        only water

                                    to sustain this aging body…

 

 

V.

through it all

little gems appear

scattered around

these ancient dusty trails ~

 

and I see 

 

            the sacred and the profane

               are one and the same ~

 

 

[last day of the solo]

VI.

the ritual of this fourth day

            is releasing into the sacred fire

                        my need for

 

            love

            appreciation

            approval 

 

and the fire

            reveals yet another gift ~

 

this pure tender love I feel

                        is all my own ~

 

 

VII.

as I get ready to leave

     this dear peaceful place

 

  I am left with only one question ~

 

how is the future going to look like?

 

                    who knows?

 

 

VIII.

...and I feel a depth of stillness

          settling into my core

 

as another secret comes to the fore ~

 

  how inextricably connected I am

to everything and everybody I know

                

 

IX.

as the day comes to a close

 

            in quiet reverence

            I watch the sunset

 

            with gladness I take in the warmth

            of the sun’s fading fleeting rays ~

 

and as it disappears behind

these barren~peaked mountains

 

            I turn around to welcome

            the full moon’s golden glow

 

 

X.

…and with great humility

                       

            I bow deeply

 

                         to this singular life

                       

                                    about to unfold…

 

 

 

tucked~in

I.

I am all alone now

 

time is my own

 

            free to be in this

            bittersweet place

 

            where tears still flow

            and lightness

            bit~by~bit grows

 

 

II.

…and as I begin to tread lightly

      on this new path of mine

 

            I find myself safely

 

                 in the midst

 

        of my very own soul  

 

           

III.

                      feeling held

in this beauty of a place           surrounded

     by the Sangre de Cristo Mountains

 

            listening to Taize’s

               Alleluia album

 

I begin to unwind

in the company of plains

and snowy-peak mountains ~

 

        time is taking its time

 

to reveal the meaning

of this incessant questioning of

 

            ‘What Is It?’

 

Rilke talked about this ~

 

in time            he said

 

            living our life

 

            will bare its treasures

 

            the question that

            has haunted us

            forever it seems

 

            will be known in time

 

            in the throes of living

 

…a life

 

 

IV.

and as I grow older

            living this gifted and mystery~filled life

 

I find that the answer to               ‘What Is It?’

 

          is lovingly held          within the question itself...

 

 

V.

it’s

 

                        ‘What It Is’

                       

                                                              exactly as it is…

 

 

 

alonenes

I.

            there is this exquisite feeling of

           

wanting or needing

           

            anything more

                      or

            anything less

 

 from anyone anymore

 

 

II.

...in the beginning

 

this inner aloneness

felt deadly

 

as if all the air

was sucked out of

the little town house

I used to live in ~

 

I would walk

into that space

and feel that I was

entering a tomb

 

that’s how death

made its presence

in those lonesome days

 

 

III.

…and each time

I stayed with this

numb and deathly feeling

 

where utter silence

was cloaked

with absolute dread

and limbs

frozen into place…

 

it revealed

 

            its perimeters           

            its flavors

            its contours

 

and then gradually…

 

            somewhere     somehow     something

 

started to move ever so gently...

 

and the tomb                  became a womb

 

 

IV.

and over time

 

                as the work

         took shape and form

 

this unexpected state

            of pure stillness and silence

                           showed up

 

freeing me from

 

            the tomb             and             the womb

 

 

 

death

I.

my friend’s mother dying process

is hanging heavy on my mind

 

especially when I witness

her husband of sixty years

watching his sweetheart fade away ~

 

            he loses his footing

            and stumbles into darkness ~

 

my only hope is

 

            to see him once again

            with the sparkle in his eyes

            stroll down the corridors

            of this assisted living place

 

he now calls home…

 

 

II.

suspended in no~man's land

 

we watch as death slowly

inches in for the take ~

 

and all I can say is

how perfectly natural

          it all feels

 

 

III. 

…and as we stand watch over her

 

            holding hands

            caressing forehead

            moistening lips

            whispering loving words ~

 

she flutters her eyes

 

           ... a breath barely breathed...

 

                        and dies peacefully

 

                                    in her beloved’s arms

 

 

 

morning reflections 

       free to be ~

 

          who?

 

the one and only

 

  the only one

 

who wakes up

 

       alone

 

each morning

        

     and happily says

 

to practically no one                                    and to absolutely every one

 

 

                                                           !G O O D   M O R N I N G!

 

 

 

 Musings

 

 

being human ~

 

happy      sad      angry      vibrant      kind      soft      depressed      loving      stubborn      hateful      hurt      lustful      content      sincere      confused      joyful      clear      stuck      lost      frustrated      excited      sexy      revengeful      doubtful      touched      playful      critical      bewildered      tender      thoughtful…

 

all that and so much more are packed in a single day’s span ~

no wonder why sometimes we feel so crazed

 

 

*

 

 

got guilt?

ask the secret question

So What?

and see how fast it evaporates

bringing a surprised smile

to your beautiful face

 

  

…got dysfunction?

Smile!

the secret being

to take yourself

lightly…

 

  

so tread lightly my friend

and as a teacher once said ~

whatever you are

wherever you are

however you are

you are perfectly fine ~

 

 

…as long as you know

you are no one…

a paradox?

well, yes!

 

 

stumble into a paradox

and fall right into the truth

 

 

*

 

 

illusions are precious ~

they mirror precisely where we are in our life’s journey

 

 

*

 

 

is there anything you really want to say?

why not say it now?

 

don’t try to think your way through it 

 

just keep sensing into it ~

 

it’s not something we do with our minds ~

 

it’s Intelligence moving effortlessly through us...

 

 

*

 

 

how we protect our minds!

for what?

from what?

from whom?

 

 

*

 

 

the problem is not all the thoughts we have

the problem is ~ if there is any ~

that we have no center from which thoughts can spring from ~

  

…when the center is established

all thoughts are a pleasure to behold

 

 

 *

 

 

why do we want to be the one

when we are already that?

 

~ being the one is an inside job ~

 

looking outside of ourselves

for the one

or to be the one in somebody else’s life

 

is a sure recipe for suffering

 

 

                                                                                                                *

 

 

in our Aloneness

  

we are One

 

 with the All

 

We Are All       Oneness

 

 

and at the same time

 

 

We Are All Utterly Unique

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3:  LOVE

 

Love

I.

…can’t help herself

 

            but             Love             

 

you and me

 

            everybody

     and everything else

         with the same

           perfect ease

 

   where all is illumined

           from within

 

 

II.

where the heart of the Absolute

                       

            meets the pure emptiness

 

                        of this Love

           

                                    and dissolves into

                       

                                                infinite bliss…

 

 

 

wintry land

I.

it’s been quite wonderful

            being back here again

in these expansive and blinding 

            snow~covered midwestern fields

 

bringing to mind

            the sweetest memories

           

of a most fiery and precious love…

           

 

II.

driving around

in this old familiar town

 

            my heart eases

as I slowly settle into myself ~

           

from now on

 

       I know

    

wherever I go

 

I am on my own

 

the only one

 

I can possibly own

 

 

 

memory

my cells had a memory of you…

 

a memory that was reminiscent

            of ancient myths

                        and glowing promises...

 

as I put my arms around you

            you smile back at me

 

a memory no more…

 

 

 

joy

from this wondrous place

            in my being

 

I sing

I dance

I smile

 

            big

            wide

            open

                       

I love my life                                    this life of yours...

 

      

 

 The Beloved

…when I heard my teacher say

that The Beloved is just

            another sacred cow

            as all the others

 

            my mind stopped dead in its tracks

 

 

                  WHAT?

 

 

what are you trying to do?

take everything away from me?

isn’t there anything I can behold anymore?

 

 

                    N   O   T   H   I   N   G

 

 

holding Being in this way ~ you said

 

I miss this

            simple           

                        ordinary

                                    infinite moment

                                                of what I truly Am

 

 

 

seeking

I.

why do we

 

            meditate

            pray

            hope

            invoke

 

when all along

 

            we are whole?

 

 

II.

whole with what?

 

 

III.

            ...nothingness?

 

 

 

commitment

we want a Beloved...

            but we are afraid of intimacy

 

we want Intimacy...

            but we are afraid of merging

 

we want Merging...

            but we are afraid of commitment

 

we want Commitment...

            but we are afraid our beloved will devour us                        

 

                                     you can count on it!

 

 

 

unconditional love 

I.

when I heard that

 

             ‘unconditional love

                         is not

            unconditional license’

 

my mind went totally blank

 

 

II.

…and yet I knew                 

           

            I needed to hear that ~

 

 

III.

all I ask is

 

            to have the courage

 

                        to speak the truth

 

  

 

 Musings

 

                                         

it’s a case of mistaken identity

where The Beloved is You

and not The Other

whom you’ve been longing for

forever

 

…The Other is only an~Other expression

of The Beloved…

 

 and furthermore

 

we long to be loved

when all along

it is about

our heart’s deepest desire to

 

 Be Love

 

To Be The Beloved

 

The Lover of Being

 

 

*

 

 

when we use our beloved

as a touchstone

we loose ourselves

 

…maybe we have just forgotten

who we really are...

 

 

*

 

 

how to navigate, negotiate and enjoy

a precious intimate relationship

is the stuff of life   ~   isn’t it?

 

it is becoming a mature human being

 

 

*

 

 

                                                                                         to receive is as equal    

~ and sometimes even greater ~

than the ability to give

 

 

 *

 

 

the more we stand up for ourselves and set boundaries

the more courageous and strong we become

~ and surprisingly enough ~

the more love there is to go around

 

 

*

 

 

absolute honesty and being real

is what our heart really loves

 

absolutely

 

  

*

 

 

as I stood in the middle of the Labyrinth

from the center of my being 

 words came bubbling up

 

‘Be Still and Know

That I Am

the Human Form’

 

 

 *

 

 

Love is the air we breathe

 

 

*

 

  

True Love Resides In Freedom

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4:  NATURAL BEAUTY

 

Flaming Gorge, Wyoming

on this old by~gone dirt road

in the middle of nowhere

 

the Flaming Gorge                     opens up before me

            like a vastness of spacious desertness ~

 

with nobody in sight

            only billowing clouds coasting by

 

I witness this most breathtaking site ~

 

on one side

            heat waves weaving their way with the wind

                       saturating the air with strong sagebrush smells

                       

on the other

            impressive sandstone buttes         

                        standing sentinels to stillness ~

 

and in front of me

            the deepest blue of waters

                        reflecting the bluest of skies

 

saying hi!

 

to this lone and wondrous traveler

who can’t help but smile big

as happy as can be

 

 

 

fall reflections at Willow Creek   

it’s beautiful out here

            at the edge of Willow Creek

                        in magical Crestone ~

 

bright plump clouds

            travel across

                        the Sangre de Cristos

 

as songs of the creek 

rustle the ashen~branched aspens

shuttering the quiet ~

 

leaves dancing

their final pirouette

cascade down

tumbling ever so softly on 

            the ground

            the creek

            the pond ~

 

absolutely

            heaven

 

on this most

                        clear

                                    crispy

                                                morning

 

 

 

the Dodgeville cabin 

I.

there is this wonder

         of a place

 

a tiny cabin

            nestled into the edge of the woods

           

            on these outcrops

of Dane County’s countryside

 

 

II.

            imposing granite cliffs

 

            hang over breezy spent fields

 

            as critters meander leisurely by…

 

 

III.

here life is

           

            simple

                        quiet

                                    peaceful

 

 

IV.

…and I sit here

   deeply immersed in

 

         the rhythms

         of this most

          exquisitely

         ordinary day

 

 

 

snowy peaks

surrounded by peaks of

            glorious high mountains

 

I am found

            in the middle

                        of a pristine meadow ~

 

breathing in deeply

            the frosty tingly sky

 

my mind 

                   stops

                                           in

                                                               mid~air

 

 

 

spring 

warmth             splendid sun drifts             quiet       

 

And The Mind Is Busy Trying To Find

Things To Do

Places To Go

Adventures To Sample

New Country Roads To Roam On

 

            nothing wrong with all this            mind you

 

…instead I stayed home

            in my tiny front yard

 

poppies blooming all around          little daisies happily showing their fresh bright faces          warm currents smiling through me          tiny spiders spinning their silky ways          bees buzzing along their endless merry-go-rounds  

 

        sunshine everywhere…

 

they say

that heaven

is planted on earth

 

 

 

one lone poppy

at the tip of a stem

            brightly orange and all

                        moving playfully

                                    as soft breezes touch

                                                her elegant petals 

 

~ no effort here ~

 

            just being who she is

 

                        one lone poppy in the breeze

 

 

 

rainbows

I.

                  silently I rest

 

body settling on an old fallen log

 

feasting on this small

            golden-leafed

                        ripple of a pond

 

 

II.

and as the day unfurls

            its abundant treats

 

                  a baby fly

 quietly settles on my page

 

 

III.

                   …iridescently still…

 

 

IV.

                I can’t help but marvel

 

             how irresistibly beautiful

 

                                it all is

 

 

 

little insect

…in one spot

            one speck

                        so to speak

 

a dazzling

            graceful

                        unfolding

                                    being

 

dangling

            from a wispy stretch of a leaf

                             ~ all alone ~

 

            ...then suddenly she stirs

 

unearthing

            her bright luminous wings

 

                        and ever so lightly

                                    is taken by the wind

 

 

 

blue heron 

I.

a blue heron

with its long

and curvy neck

 

            stands still ~

 

a reminder

of a long forgotten

watery flow

 

 

II.

…reflecting on this quiet pond

            a mirror image

 

of a dreamlike

            likeness

 

I take to be

            my very own

 

 

III.

and my heart quivers

            watching this fluid heron

 

standing stillness                  of old

 

 

 

gratitude

I.

I look out my bedroom window

                and all I can see is

 

a canopied camellia tree

            in her glorious red and green attire

                        fluttering her lustrous leaves

                                    as the storm moves through her

                                                sending shivers up and down her silvery spine ~

 

 

II.

                                                           

and on this cold and blistery morning

 

 curled up in bed

I write and reflect... 

 

 

 

 

 

 Musings

  

 

don’t you ever wonder whether the core of a black hole

is the Big Bang that bonged through it?!

 

 

 *

 

 

have you ever considered

 that we are pixels of light

each point translating

the infinite into form

as is everything else?

 

 

                                                                                                                 *

 

 

creation    ~    creature

what’s the difference?

 

 

  *

 

 

       existence expressing itself through us with full awareness

 

 

                                                                                                                 *

 

 

each day is a brand new day ~

it’s just that our minds

have not caught up with it yet

 

 

  *

 

 

nothing is missing

 

it’s all present

right here

right now

 

 

                                                                                                                *

 

 

everything is indivisible

except it’s invisible

in this visible world

 

 

 * 

  

 

                                                         the outer is the utter manifestation of the inner

 

and vice versa

 

 

 

Chapter 5:  PLEASURES

 

coming of age

I.

a seagull just landed

            on my deck

 

and in front of me

            the endless Pacific Ocean

                        is glistening

                                    and ever changing ~

 

it’s my 65th birthday

            today

 

 

II.

…and I am celebrating it with

            seagull

                        wind

                                    and water

 

 

 

 a moment 

…so simple

            so precious

                        so surprising ~

 

a warm soothing breeze

floats through the open windows

of this old and comfortable

            on-the-road-again car

 

stopped on the top

   of a rolling hill

 

looking out towards the expansive plains

with the back~dropped snow~capped Front Range…

 

 

 

artists 

             we are all art in motion

 

                        walking

                        talking

                        sitting

                        laughing

                        crying

                        dancing…

 

the way we look through

these most beautiful eyes of ours 

 

spilling out

            sparkly beings ~

 

                                    Vibrant Visual Artists in Action

 

           

 

fun

…this is fun

 

putting pen on paper

and letting it flow ~

 

who knows what will

come out on this

virgin parchment ~

 

beauty?

            insight?

                        darkness?

 

who knows?

 

 

 

it’s like this

one moment overtaken by bliss

            the next              overtaken by a cop

                    with a traffic ticket to boot ~

 

                        the difference is this

 

the first moment                              extraordinary

the second                                            quite ordinary

 

and which one do you think                                                                                             

brings a smile to my face?

 

      !the ordinary!

 

and you know why?

 

because now             at each stop sign

 

            I break completely ~

 

            take my sweet time ~

 

            breathe deeply ~

 

                      I relax 

 

and just like that  

                             I fall right back

                                                into bliss!

 

 

 

light

                                           everywhere… 

 

in the sun rays        the heat        the sweetness        the wind chimes

the fragrant flowers        the cool shade        the stillness…

 

and the heart

            content beyond

                        all knowing

 

gives thanks and blessings

 

to this ever-brilliant

            manifest

                        moment

                                                            of what is...

 

 

 

sun worshiper 

            sunlight warming my back

 

filling my senses

            to the brim ~

 

and I can’t tell

            whether my skin is not

                        a sunray’s beam

 

 

 

 Musings

 

 

  ~ slow down and relax ~

you have nothing to loose

but your mind

 

 

*

 

 

c’mon ~ change things around your house ~

move stuff over to different places ~

loosen up those conventional strings

and see how delightful it all feels

 

 

*

 

 

our dear computers        smartphones        tablets

and all related electronic gadgets…

 

could we please leave them alone for a day?

 

they too need a break you know!

 

 

*

 

 

my three~year~old grandson said

‘the moon is god’s flashlight!’

he also said

‘I am empty of words…’

 

 

*

 

 

we’ve framed ourselves

with edged lines and flat surfaces

while all along our bodies

are curved and rounded sensualities

 

 

*

 

 

as we open to our senses

more sensibilities pour through

 

 

 *

 

 

they tell you to be

considerate      good      kind      loving…

 

 are you?      to you?    

 

 

*

 

 

              what are we doing here?            

you might ask

 

…maybe dance this glorious dance

and paint ourselves silly?

 

                                                                                

 *

 

 

do you sometimes feel that we are all participating

in some~cosmic~comely~comedy?

 

 

*

 

 

physical matter                     matters

 

It’s

 

Infinity’s                    density

 

 

*

 

 

Spooning Your Lover

 

Mmmmm……..

 

Heavenly!!

 

 

 

Chapter 6:  FREEDOM

 

showing up

I.

I asked an elderly friend of mine

teetering on the edge of poverty

 

             ‘how do you do it?’

 

                   and he said

 

               ‘I just show up…’

 

and I have since found out

that this 'showing up' business

 

is what’s needed

in everything I do

 

       especially

 

with the hard parts

        of my life

           

helping me through

     the dire straits

 

that inevitably         

            do show up

 

 

II.

…and as I engage with the unknown

 

           a quickening happens ~

 

‘cause showing up

holds this basic ingredient of

 

            Trust

 

surpassing anything

I consciously know

 

 

 

secrets 

I.

one of the great secrets to freedom

             which renders us

 

                        alive

                        engaged

                        spirited

                        awake

 

            ~ is the great fall ~

 

it’s as inevitable

as the air we breathe

         my friend

 

so let it rip ~

 

            there’s nothing to loose

 

but our   notions

                   positions

                   judgments

                   beliefs

 

which keep us separate

         and in place ~

 

and the secret to all this?

 

            more trust and faith

 

 

II.

…and in this radical faithing time

 

        we begin to follow

      our own unique path

 

opening us up to new vistas

of sweeping currents

and powerful surges

           

rendering us

hopeless and helpless                      but of another kind

 

 

III.

…and without us doing anything

            this surrendering

                        begins to stir up

 

and we get the inkling 

what was needed all along

was our mere willingness

 

to start following

            the only path

                        there is ~

 

                                    the pathless path

 

 

IV.

and as we allow

            this pathless path

                        to unfold

 

we get to a place

where this path

and those of others

 

              intermingle

 

creating an inexplicable

 

         magnificent

        kaleidoscopic

           hologram

 

of such intense beauty

 

that this lightness of being

pierces right through us

 

setting us

            and everyone else around us

                                               

                                  free

 

 

 

remember? 

I.

the id becomes this entity

            and a whole new world is created

 

 

II.

we take this id~entity

            to be who we are

                        pretending to know reality

 

 

III.

…while all along       Infinity

            beckons us ever so quietly

                        to our true identity

 

the Ultimate Reality of who and what we really are

 

 

IV.

Remember?

 

 

 

reality 

I.

I am bared naked

 

            stripped from dreams and hopes

 

                        especially all expectations

 

                                    that keep me imprisoned…

 

 

II.

I am free to be

 

            with you and me

 

                        in the moment

 

 

III.

whatever that is                               as it is…

 

 

 

happiness

...as more and more freedom

seeps into my being

the happier I feel ~

 

the happier I feel

more and more freedom

lightens up my day ~

 

and I find that this big love

is living a human life

 

 

 

well-being 

lying in bed ~

 

        still ~

 

                attending breath ~

 

 

what am I?

 

                                      s i l e n c e

 

 

           

The Unknown 

…feeling The Unknown

 

deeply feeling It ~

 

is the answer         

 

                                    to our seeking…

 

 

 

confusion

I.

…always confused…

           

do I take myself seriously

                   or

do I take myself lightly

 

 

II.

which one to tread upon

which one to take to heart

which one to follow through and through

 

 

III.

…and the answer

            appeared unhindered

                        one cold and sunny morning

                                    while in bed             in the warmth

                                                of my aloneness…

 

 

IV.

taking myself absolutely seriously           as the Infinite

knowing It ~ tasting It ~ sensing It

through and through

 

is essential…

 

taking myself lightly

is how I then             walk into the world

 

 

V.

this world             with her own Infinite             lighthearted ways...

 

 

 

freedom 

…what’s that you ask ~

 

maybe

 

            it’s the brilliant rays of the settling sun

            or the musty smells of a misty forest

 

or maybe

 

       it’s this subtle bright flame             

          burning at the center

 of our strong and loving heart

 

consuming             up             everything

 

                  into our original face 

 

 

freedom             playing with             freedom

 

 

 

the question

"Speak to me," said silence

"What about?" asked word

 

"Oh, this and that..."

"And then what?" asked word

 

"Oh, to know where to go

with all this infinite space

I have in my soul," said silence

 

"Well then," said word

 

"You already know my dear One.

You are the light

we all have been yearning for...

 

You are in the midst of It All."

 

 

 

Infinity 

I.

            it starts with

                        the infinity sign

 

moving my whole body

like a rhythmical

            semi-circulous

                        dance of…

 

this sensuality

 

pouring out

through the curves

            of this infinite body

 

where everything

is speeding

            standing in

                        stillness

 

showing me silence

as its center

 

where everything

            is vibrating and electrifying

 

rendering the Absolute                  Obsolete

 

 

 

belonging 

I.

                oh! how we long to belong

                  in one way or another ~

 

to find that special knowing place

 

                            of being held

                               accepted

                        and totally loved

 

 

II.

     and I wonder whether

 

 

III.

                     ...belonging...                                            

 

   is our heart’s deepest desire for 

 

                  the longing to be...

 

and whether for that to happen we are asked

 

                 to be the longing...

 

 

 

I AM THAT 

I.

shift your attention

            and rest

                     on the felt sense of

 

I AM

   

emptiness                    fullness

everything                   nothing

 

I AM THAT  

I AM

I

I AM

I AM THAT

 

 

II.

…Infinity      Unknowable      Absolute      Silence      Void      All That Is      Source      Reality      Love      Truth      Light      Freedom      Awareness      Essence      Life      Being      Presence      Intelligence      Universe       Luminous Darkness      the Logos      the Force      True Nature     Divine      Great Spirit      Beloved      Goddess      God      Tao      Brahman      Buddha Nature      YHWH      Christ      Allah      Gaia      Wind~Fire~Water~Mineral~Vegetable~Animal~Human Kingdoms…

                                   

 

One Humble Brilliant Unique Word For It All

 

YOU

 

The Source And Its Servant

 

~ A Never Ending Mystery ~

 

 

 

Musings

 

 

Infinity infusing Its affinity through the presumably finite you

 

  

*

 

 

do you want to know who you really are?

just sit quietly           breathe deeply         take your time          ask

 

Who Am I?

 

the very moment you ask that question

you’ll know ~

 

…and if you find you are

 

nothing

empty

still

 

you have made it to first base!

 

 

*

 

 

having and making choices

does not mean that we are in control

 

…and what about free will?

 

we think that we have that too?

well think again my dear friend

 

  

*

 

 

transcendence seekers:

here’s an axiom for us ~

 

in becoming immanent

~ being fully in our lovely lively body ~

transcendence becomes imminent

 

 

*

 

 

when we are contracted we are lost ~

when we are relaxed we are in the flow 

~ we are home ~

 

 

 *

 

 

one of freedom’s secret ~

 

they say whatever you resist persists

 

so why not dive right into it

and see what it is?

 

  

*

 

  

calling all souls

to communion        with what is

nothing less

nothing more

 

 

 *

 

 

our core is empty space

 

 

*

 

 

emptying        ~        and emptying some more

 

no end to this emptying it seems

 

 

  *

 

 

settling on this groundless ground

 

 

                                                                                                                                                 

Freedom In Love With Life 

 

I.

freedom is who i am

            it is what i am

it is what i value the most ~

 

and to come to this realization

 

                                                    i had to move through

 

              mountains and valleys                                    of immense courage

 

swim upstream through raging currents                      of bitter tears

 

 

II.

…in the midst of it all

            this aliveness kept coming through

                        informing my life            in the most loving of ways

 

 

III.

and so it was

            how happiness              unexpectedly

                               made herself known…                        

 

 

IV.

so my dear dearest friend

 

What Is It In Life That You Value The Most?

 

(to Adya with deep affection)

 

 

*

 

 

this is what I know for now…

 

Freedom is being the author of one’s own life, having inner authority and living in an authentic

and loving way 

~ the clincher here is ~

if I think I am the sole author of my life

I am called to think again and again  ~

'cause I am shown the world over

there’s more to IT than can be imagined!

 

 

*

  

 

when we feel that things are falling apart

   maybe ~ just maybe ~    

instead 

they are falling into place…

  

a gentle shift in perspective

is all our soul needs to relax...

 

 

*

 

 

Do You Know That We Are Wrapped In Warped Time?

And Do You Also Know That We Are   ~  DIVINE?