Sunday, October 4, 2015

You should have
             heard him.
                      his voice was
unforgettable, irresistible, hi voice
was an imaginary garden woven though with fragrance.

Did you ever have a family?
                      Their eyes are closed.
That's how I know
            we're there
                      inside it.
it's made of sound and steam
that weaves between dark
dining room, bright kitchen.
We're there because I'm hungry,
and we'll all be eating soon
                     together, and the hunger's sweet.

                       -- Alan Shapiro, "Song and Dance"


Questioner:  How are we to treat others?

Ramana Maharishi:  There are no others.


Friday, October 2, 2015

I have been thinking of the difference between water
         and the waves on it.
Rising, water's still water,
            falling back,
                     it is water,
will you give me a hint
         how to tell them apart?
 
         Because someone has made up the word
                     wave, do I have to distinguish it from water?
 
         There is a Secret One inside us;
         the planets in all the galaxies
                     pass through his hands like beads.
 
         That is a string of beads one should look at with luminous eyes.
    Kabir

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

In these troubling times, it is well worth the time to ponder these words from the late Gorge Carlin.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
George Carlin

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Our relationship has had it's ups and downs, 
     Occasionally, they have been rough,
           And, seemingly, unrepairable.

You say why go on, there's nothing that's right,

     But the deep love we share for each other
          Has never diminished. 

There are times when you feel despair,
     That's there no end to your journey
           And, you've reached the end of hope.

I've never given up on you, or we,

     Living in the moment,
          We've created a safe haven for love.

When we both turn inward,

     We find the burning glow of love
          That gives us insight.

For true love for each other is not a gift.
    It is forged in difficulties, doubt and pain.
       And as these trials complete,

We realize that what carried us through, was pure love.



Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Woke up
     Too warm and in need
          Of a cool breeze.

Went to the window
     I had left the shade up.
          As I stared out into a night of diamonds.

Within seconds a brightly bit of brilliance
     Fell from the sky
         A flash of insight, innocence and hope.

Was this a stark reminder?
     Out of the fathomless darkness
          A treasured gift of hope.

Long ago I was taught how to explore myself, assessing my strengths and weaknesses. And, dealing with the difference between lonely and alone.  Here is something I refer to whenever doubts enter my mind about who I am, where I am headed and what I expect to find when I arrive.

Own the uncomfortable in-between where you experience the mélange of weird and wild. Play around in the lingering space that the world calls “loneliness.” Dance in your thoughts and make sure they don’t get too boring. Feel out the difference between your mind and everyone else’s and appreciate your inner-monologue as your longest standing friend.

Be alone. But never, ever, for as long as you live, be lonely.



Tuesday, August 25, 2015

I have been in love in numberless forms, numberless times.
     In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade itself.


I take you a gift, which you wear in your many forms,
     In life after life, in age after age, forever.


Thursday, August 20, 2015

I force myself to examine what substance, if any, 
     my cherished views possess.

I dare myself to comprehend 

     the emptiness of my stated position.

I challenge myself to determine whether I own the capacity 

     to embrace effortlessly the quiet mind.

I realize the emptiness of notions of ownership, 

     and find my true home. 

I understand the emptiness of selfishness,
     only then do I touch upon true wealth.