Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Emptiness

a parting hug
a lingering kiss
tears that slip back
into a hole
that can never
be filled;
a lone plum tree
stands barren
now
rooted in her
cemented home,
weeping
with the rain;
she's given away
all her fruits
for the season,
keeping
just silence
for herself;
emptiness
fills me
to the brim.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

The Milky Way

don't look for that
perfect time and place
to look out into
the Milky Way;
the stars are here
the darkness is here
right here, in us,
why look away?
when you look to the sky
each glorious night,
and wonder where the Light is,
stop for a moment
beneath the heavens,
and know,
the Milky Way
is right here -
where your heart is.



Friday, August 1, 2014

Emotions - The Water Systems in our Inner Landscape

Water flows, stagnates, evaporates, freezes, thaws, energizes, destroys, and transforms itself. There are so many water forms and bodies, depending on the kind of landscape - swamps, rivers, tiny streams, waterfalls, the ocean, lakes, wells, icebergs, rain, mist, snow, backwaters, lagoons and much more. Each water form or body is unique to the landscape it is found in. Each has its own ecosystem. Each nourishes and sustains life in that ecosystem in its own unique way.

Our emotions are like these different water forms and bodies. They appear different because of the inner landscape they are found in. In essence though they are all the same - water. Each form has its own beauty and purpose for that unique landscape. One is not better or lesser than the other. Each emotion nourishes and sustains that unique inner landscape in its own way. If you take away that emotion, the inner landscape will die a slow death. What we need to do is to appreciate its uniqueness and its gift to that landscape. We need to understand the ecosystem it is helping maintain - how and why. We need to understand that in essence all emotions spring from the same source, just like all kinds of waters are still water in their essence. When we are able to see the beauty and interconnectedness of everything in that landscape, we do not have an urge to change or transform it in anyway, but rather just want to let things be, exactly the way they are. Change or transformation happens in its own time, in its own way. Just like water.

If you see a wildflower...

if you see a wildflower
by a hidden mountain trail,
would you stop by to listen
to her thousand tales?
would you stand by
to just gaze, and
drink in her simplicity,
or would you hold
a secret wish to be her -
wild, free, yet ordinary?
would you care
to pick her up, and give her
to someone you love?
would you be inspired to press her
between the warm pages
of a book you love?
if you see a wildflower
upon a mountain top -
know that she has dreams too,
to love, and to be loved.