Category: Poetry

Grace Passing

What was broken
on the day of gratefulness
could not be repaired.
Musing at the ambiguity of disfunction,
Oh, this arm only lies here,
this mouth does not speak.
Like a child investigating
an old toy rediscovered.
How quickly the broken
is accepted and made the most of.
As with the worn thin shoe.
We stay from habit, or is it gratitude,
Despite the road being felt
more roughly in our soles.
But it is the day of thankfulness.
Beyond passing lamentation,
We returned to the deep gaze.

Death wears bright colors.
The red of rose and cardinal.
Blue of Texas hills.
Yellow for forgetting.
Relax in the gentleness of her embrace.
Though starkly white of face
With midnight eyes,
Her colors point,
Like the flowers of the maypole,
To new life.
Through the gates she guards
The unimaginable awaits, perfectly
Prepared, designed and ready, for when
She takes your last gasp.

Why be Sorry.
Do I lament the dry orchid flowers
Lying on the coffee table
Knowing next year’s spike is already in preparation?
Life is transition.
Loss is a moment in a movement
Diving into Uttanasana the head must drop.
When loss has only a bitter taste
Looking deeply into it,
Fullness and wholeness are found.
As we know in the release of Shavasana
Always and Everywhere.

Know Can; Be Do

A friend pointed out that the etymology of the word ‘can’ is to ‘know.’ This is obvious in the physical realm, know-how is needed before I ‘can.’ In life at large this seems true as well, a certain gnosis, knowing from direct experience, is needed before one ‘can’ live a good life.

This reminded me that Gurdjieff said, “In order to ‘do’ one must ‘Be.’

These two brought up this:

It’s all God’s Will
Everything happens according to Law
To know is to can
To be is to do
Thus the universe maintains itself
Thus the Absolute recognizes itself
Relax in This.

Turtles, or whatever you call it

What is the real behind the façade?
What is the heart within the skin?
What is the essence of the person?
Mustn’t a reality include its parts?
So, despite appearances,
The real must envelope the façade.
The heart must subsume the skin.
The essence must be the person.

May we refrain from turning askance to the obviousness of the fact.

As the now tired joke goes,
It’s turtles all the way down.
See the hidden wisdom of this cliché.
Whatever word we use, it’s all the same
Everywhere, always, all the way
In every direction.

Sorry?

Why be Sorry.
Do you lament the dry orchid flowers
Lying on the coffee table
Knowing next year’s spike is already in preparation?
Life is transition.
Loss is a moment in a movement
Diving into Uttanasana the head must drop.

If loss is only a bitter taste
Look deeply into it with me.
Therein is fullness and wholeness
As you know in the release of Shavasana
Always and Everywhere.

What is the Problem?

The problem is not sleep or awakening
The problem is identification
But it is not a problem
It is an illusion
A story told by a small part which has tensed up
See the illusion and the tension will relax

My difficulty is that this tensing and story telling is a strong habit
While one tense part is relaxing
Another is already tensing
See, relax …
But it is not a difficulty
It is living

See, relax, see, relax, see, relax …

The above comes from a tense part’s story

See, relax, see, relax, see, relax, be, see, relax …

We Eddies

We are like eddies of the great ocean
Floating in our source and being.
Brushing across fellow gyres,
We share drops of ourselves,
Taste each other’s knowing,
Recognize our source.
Those more tightly wound
Throw off disturbances;
Those more relaxed
Absorb disturbances and
Ease their neighbors’ tension.
All are of, by and for the great ocean.
Believing we have independence
We search for satisfaction among
The flotsam and fellow eddies of the vastness.
Ignorant that it is our source, space and material.
When the energy driving our gyrating runs down
We begin to relax and taste our essence
Which we float in.
Happiness is found in recognition that we are
the ocean, it is ourself and
All eddies share, and are, our source and material.