Friday, February 16, 2018

You who where given a life


You who where given a life, 
   what did you make of it?
 Forrest Gander 
 Poetry - December 2017

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Rorschach Test

How can you see red and feel blue but be called crazy when you taste green?

Showing up ...


Showing up for our lives is the essence of meditation. No "practice" is needed. Arriving into the here and now. Difficult to face reality; often running away into day dreams and other distractions. Too much work and play to do. What if today is "last day of our life"? Is this the life we wanted? Awe and wonder is in order. Be like little children. Feel the magic of this moment. Now! 

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


You cant find it in a box of chocolates. Cant find it in a rose.
Cant find it at a fancy dinner, even in brand new clothes.
You cant find it in a yacht on a trip to rome.
If you find it you cant touch it but you can always bring it home.

You can find it at a funeral. Can find it in a smile.
Can find it in a triathlon runner in his final mile.
You can find it at a wedding and a childs graduation too.
If youve found it then you know it because its always inside of you.

...i guess that means

You can find it in those chocolates and in that gorgeous rose!
Its in a shared look at dinner in those spiffy clothes!
Its even in the ocean floating with that yacht to rome!
You can never lose it, for it will always be your home.


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Monday, February 12, 2018

Cardiogram

It's been so long, I can't remember the sound of your beat. Every time I've caught a glimpse of you and began to feel your welcoming embrace, I've savagely tore away. I wanted to suffer, can't you see? I didn't want to come back and have to look at myself, look at what I had become without you.

I'm tired of running and avoiding my truth, I want to feel your beat again.

Today, I walk into your open arms full of love and forgiveness. I don't want to suffer anymore. I want to be free to live in the light. I will settle into the innocence I've searched for everywhere, everywhere but inside.

There it is.
I know that sound.
I've found our beat again.


If - by Rudyard Kipling




If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Friday, February 09, 2018

Turn! Turn! Turn!


Turn! Turn! Turn!
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
Songwriters: Peter Seeger
Turn! Turn! Turn! lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Precious Moments


The current moments of our lives are so precious. I savor every moment of each day as best I can. All too soon - the last moment before Eternity.

                                                     -- Note to a friend on a post card.