Thursday, January 31, 2013

asking each daybreak
what might be
our story today..
does it enfold
those eddies and cracks..?
is clever ego coloring
special highs and lows..?
all of this seems
of sublime import..
this Story a mirror
an identification photo
we carry today..
yet might we remember
Story is parable
our Story today
was never before
and never will be...?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


these practices
have faces of
survival and prison..
for keys and coats
this route to work..
for appointed rounds
rising and retiring
simple habits form
creep and enclose..
a crying out
for new grooves..
escape from prison
a good habit..
a good habit..?


full moon reminds
we each own
a switch to reset
always at ready..
mind prisons entangle
our plans and chores..
reaching that switch
floods our slate
for this moment
with Light

Monday, January 28, 2013

Full Moon
at last
an arrival in
yesterday's nightfall
this fullness of light..
our preparation completed
by growing slices each night..
partials direct remembering
to light lost and then found
full dark and full light..
let's imagine the dark
naming now
a friend's painful rant
his questions are struggle
enclosing reason and doubt..
might his rant find itself
in lunar transformation
a new grasp of the whole..?
ranting and stimulating
as electrical pole..
return and flow
reaching and receiving
Full Light...?
not sure this will be
satisfying to my friend..

Sunday, January 27, 2013

what is sought
for grievances untold..
You are forgiven
in this moment
one path unfolds..
Or bending work
to reach peace
for forgiver and
Let us ask
is this choosing
better resolved
in that place
where time and hurt
touch inner light..?
then we hear
You are forgiven
Now as
work begins...

Saturday, January 26, 2013

the Voice
through the lace
mirrored reflections
on a tiled floor
morning light variations..
remembering the sun
brilliance beyond
filtered reflections here
on lace and floor..
then I heard
the sun is lace
to a light refined..
and that light...
OSV retreat reflection
January 26, 2013)

Friday, January 25, 2013

Escher indeed

a search outside
often finds darkness
in our other..
we hope for
penetrating warmth
our furnished light..
We ask
how our light 
renews its flame..
enter Escher with
his tiled lizards..
we see the fitting
without any gaps
scaled symmetry 
and no overlaps..
this oneness display
feeds inner light..
our new inside
and out...

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

the Flood
massive flooding data
with fingertip suggestions
authority assertions..
our longing rises
for calm correspondence
and peaceful correlation..
but splitting continues
with mounting pain..
new vessels we need
very desperate need
for patterns to shape
those complex splits..
when vessels emplaced
we stand guard
informing screaming data
now gather or go...

you might blame
Adam and Eve...!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Wax and Wane
increase and decrease
brilliance and shadow
these pairs appear as
wax and wane..
in her wane she
restrains that light
preparing a room
birthing again our
shadowed creation..
the blinding wax
shines then hides
then shines again
a monthly pulsation..
careful to preserve
his precious creation
cradled within..

Monday, January 21, 2013

a Flow

in times as ours
sharp compressions
pinch our insides..
and mirror
perfect storms outside..
these our possessions 
our very own
black holes
out there
in here..
all seeking room
to transmute relieve..
a birthing rise
a burdened delight
a Flow introduced...

our toruSelf...

Saturday, January 19, 2013


beginning to end
life's pulsing flow
yes oxygen delivery
what is more..?
bonding with Now
a hidden de-light..?
inhale is reaching
 pathway to light..
descending creating
 with shadow
 thickening sometimes
outside and curving..
inhale once more
center stream rising
pinpoint of light
growing surrounding
then exhale calling
to tend our creation..
and then...

Now and then...

(painting by Alex Grey)

Friday, January 18, 2013


There is evidence, so it appears
our Universe is collapsing
surrendering into dark matter.

There is evidence, so it appears
I am expanding awareness
surrendering unto myself .

There is evidence, creation is not complete.

(Written by Mae from Hello Poetry!)

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Norm with dog walking
an awkward title perhaps
but may present
a vision of patience
varied in shades..

our neighbor's dog
extraordinary not at all
relishes like others
daily sniffing exploration..
Norm with dog
seen tethered together..
control however
very hard to discern..

on certain streetcorners
with odors exploding
Norm with dog
share equally
decisions to move on..
some neighbors say
it's patience we find
life's lesson displayed..

patience has colors
shades of suffering..
yet on this walk
two carry a leash
joining senses of discovery..
we neighbors might see
brighter Lighter
shades of Patience...?
"Adopt the pace of nature:  her
secret is patience."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The essence of leadership 

The very essence of leadership is that you have to have a vision. It's got to be a vision you articulate clearly and forcefully on every occasion. You can't blow an uncertain trumpet. 

Theodore Hesburgh 

Where there is no vision, the people perish.  - Proverbs 29:18 

Do you have a clear vision?

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

the Wedding

the bride and groom
prepare to unite
two become one
in joyful celebration..

might we ask
what came before
this place and time..?
an earlier chapter
of everyone's story
is told with wine..

when those barrels
of water transform
one becomes two..
old Adam alone
becomes Adam with Eve
our birthing story
unfolds again..

this split for creation
a delivery dramatic
all with accompanying
complaint and pain..
stands now a
reminder from Cana
of our separation.. 
with some news
of joy's return...

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Home and Pathway

the afterlife
so much is said
speculation and hope..
after all of this
might new perspective
bring fulfillment Now..?

this mystery Now
claims amazing power
sculpting a modern
but most ancient tower..
 Now diminishes rank
of our favorite tools..

space and time
stand subordinate to
the encompassing Now..
Now ever transforming
becoming the richer
when in-sights lift..

Now seems both
home and pathway
these two faces
creating each other..
Now.. removes that "after"
from worn afterlife...

Now is Life...?

            The degree of wisdom that defined the palace the moment before now becomes the very corridor to the next palace of wisdom through which he enters the moment after. This is the way of Man - to evolve from one palace to another for all eternity.
            Therefore, we do not have before us a corridor and palace. There is no gross, physical world that whose essence is only a means towards an end. Rather, we have before us a world of Wisdom that has concealed within it the wonderful quality of elevation. This is its aspect of the corridor and only because of this is it called the corridor.
            Precisely because of this we see among the masters of the world - the Patriarchs - that despite the fact that they reached the highest levels that man can attain they did not separate themselves from Olam haZeh - our apparent physical world. Rather, throughout their greatness they were involved daily and for their entire lives. This was true to such an extent that we find [for example] that Jacob our Father, the “perfection of the Patriarchs”, was a shepherd for 21 years for Laban the Aramean. This was because through his greatness he “saw his world in his lifetime” and he discovered within everyday things, which appear to us so simple and external, peaks upon peaks of Divine Wisdom.
            As a result, angelic entities were sent from above to teach him [the hidden mysteries] concerning the [coloring patterns of the] sheep - akudim, nikudim and berudim [the primordial worlds of "Bonded", "Pointed", & "Interconnected"]. To this day, generation after generation, when we stand in prayer we are dependent upon the merit of these [patterns that he engraved upon the sticks].           
            Also because of this, where the written Torah mentions the reward for the mitzvot, we do not find explicitly stated also the reward that is given after one's death. Because, if one does not “see his world in his own lifetime”, this is a loss for him, as opposed to the fully realized man whose corporeality has been shed and he has returned to his true divine form. This then is his true Olam haBah - his [endless] in-coming world [s] - now in the very present. And "Greater is one moment of teshuvah and good actions in this world than all the bliss of the coming world”.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Outcomes and Processes

the end of
a process is
known as outcome..
our outcomes formed
in planning and visions..
all ends embedded
in those beginnings..

but a danger lurks
when our awareness
of process idles..
process is struggle
mitigated by joy
living this moment
crying out Now..

vital experience between 
departure and arrival
stimulates both
beginning and end..
when process forgotten
dogma and fundamentalism 
these cousins loom...

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

x + y
thus two things
entangled as one..
neither can exist
all alone..
might that little +
create those things..?

can we then
find ourselves as +
as creator between..?
are we entanglers
(co-) creators...?

when stepping higher
now we are Ms x
or perhaps Mr y..
and Who then
is the +..?

are we and
a Creator
so conjoined...?
("...the universe is a joint
venture between the
observing consciousness
and the observed: it
requires the observer to
bring that which is observed
into being."
Lynne McTaggart,
The Bond)

Monday, January 7, 2013

an Arrival

a forgotten Departure
from simplicity..
discoveries of living
accomplishment and shade..
then suddenly
after so many years
a remembering but
only a glimpse
of that Departure
covered in mist..
finding simplicity now
our voyage treasures..
an Arrival of knowing...
---Charles Coon

"And the end of our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
--TS Eliot

T. S. EliotLittle Gidding V
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Vibrating Words

In our 
speaking and hearing
words akin to solid things
 oftentimes standing alone..
 the weight of many nouns
 fills our logic and comfort
our progress and pain
until now..?

new times demand
 enjoined conversations..
resonances which reach
to levels obscure..
processes and verbs
waking sleeping nouns..
each word an experience
 simple vibration
or nothing at all...?

Friday, January 4, 2013


is an edge
a border line
north of the line
find spare scarcity  
abundance resides south..
a life fulfilled is
 a precarious walk
on that edge..
our stumbling arises
when this line
becomes smudged 
south appears north
 north seems south..
when bearings are lost
we have forgotten
abundance and scarcity
are siamese twins..
one is by 
the other defined..
both are needed
to ply our way
survive on the edge..
to find again and
in each moment
 the illusive

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Joy in relation
no flower here..?
can we approach
this seeming defiance
of old common sense..?
the poet says
that our joy
lies in relation..
we pause to
shift our awareness
to the possibility
that the flower
over there depends
on the flower
casting further in
modest extension:
each flower appearing
is both creator
and creation..
the poet's vision..?
salve for those
hurtful hours...?
"The upswing of the light ones, the bowing sway of the heavy ones
and the delicate ones' timid curve.
Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere grasping;
world in abundance and earth enough."  --Rilke

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Lifting my eyes from the book, from the tightly sequenced lines
to the full and perfect night:
Oh how like the stars my buried feelings break free,
as if a bouquet of wildflowers
had come untied:

The upswing of the light ones, the bowing sway of the heavy ones
and the delicate ones' timid curve.
Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere grasping;
world in abundance and earth enough.

Rainer Maria Rilke----Uncollected Poems