Pluviophile

Pluviophile

(n) a lover of rain; someone

who finds joy and peace of

mind during rainy days.

are we all lovers of rain

a time of sharing and a 

common recognition that

sunshine is hidden..

but knowing that sunshine

is only interrupted and

that sunshine shines with

more beauty with a surprise

reentrance..

in the meantime

anticipation will do

and the rain turns 

our focus within

to another light

 Awareness...!

Rain (by Rose)

   Rain

                                                               

                                    The rain
                                        washes    
                                          splashes                     
                                            clears the
                                                streets  the
                                                    gutters
                                                       of debris
                                                          and of people


                                                   Rose                        

                                                              

morning rain

morning rain

rain falling this morning..

walking away in the rain

 a hemingway ending..

the rain encloses walking

seeming quiet resignation..

love found but now lost

the mind stretches

finding elementary comfort

in sheets of dark wetness

the rain..

yet is the rain hiding

the closeness of Love..

and is the mind sensing

but not understanding

this closeness in rain...

(ending referred-

Farewell to Arms)

Cold War

Cold War

an airline downed

photographers sickened 

in their imaging...

a nation's leader remains

aloof in his reaching for

new power in energizing

a new fractal iteration

of his nation's past..

so we ask what is

necessary to interrupt

this and every pattern

in which similarities

unfold and repeat..?

what is the waking

we are waiting for..?

 is the strong belief 

in the separate self

and seeking solutions

immersed in this belief

the simple but hidden

root of these realities

of all suffering...?

The Grammar Secret

The Grammar Secret

those parts of speech

learned very early

taken for granted

now might serve

to trigger an entry

to Happiness

to Beauty

to Awareness..

subject and object

are the benchmarks

of the dualistic world

and with dissolution 

we become Aware..

the object's existence

is our senses

a simple stimulation

and nothing more..

with externals dissolved

we then find

the subject has

no object and so

makes an exit

leaving only That

which we are...

crucial...!!!

Taste of Awareness

Taste of Awareness

words are indeed power

but also limitation

a severe limiting

when we long

to taste Awareness..

our identities seem to

be made of words

nouns and verbs

subjects and objects..

yet in our quiet

we see that words

are seeds of division..

to reach Awareness

the object dissolves

and then the subject..

so our poet must

choose her words

as if painted on

simple Awareness

coloring not changing..

  a taste of boundless 

Awareness...!

No Worthless Place (Rilke)

If your daily life seems of no account, don't blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its treasures. For the creative artist there is no impoverishment and no worthless place. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Paris, February 17, 1903

Letters to a Young Poet