As I grow older
I understand
The difference
Between wisdom
And foolishness
Less and less
Category: Poetry
The Compass
What compass divines
your direction as you pass
through life
from birth to death?
Blind fate, simply casting
the runes that determine
what future lies before each
and every one of us?
Predestination maybe?
The road already marked
that you will blindly follow
believing that you choose?
Karma? The pull of the previous
life, lives, that sweep you along,
atoning, overcoming past failures
moving you ever closer to nirvana?
Free will? You are your own
agent, making choices,
moving hither and thither
as you and only you determine?
Whatever the mechanism
that moves the wheel that moves
us from birth to death,
May you find peace and happiness
In this journey that we all make.
Where the Divine dwells
Inside each of us
Lies the place
Where the divine
That is the real
You dwells
And
I sometimes
Wonder
If the real
Purpose of life is
Simply to tread
The path that
Leads to where
The real you
The divine you
Dwells
This too will pass
Empires come, empires go.
What seems indestructible, fails,
And crumbles to nothing.
Horror upon horror,
Massacre follows massacre,
Yet somehow good survives.
Aeon follows aeon,
Darkness may seem eternal
But always the light returns.
The unjust appear to triumph
The good trampled under their feet
But Love endures beyond all.
Obscured meditation
In meditation
You are supposed to
Sit with a quiet mind
And watch the clouds (thoughts)
Pass across the sky
That is your mind
Well I want to know
Who is it that hurls
These thunderstorms
In my direction
And fills my mind
With flashes of lightning
And bolts of thunder?
Who is it that obscures
The blue sky of my mind
If it is not me
Even as I sit and watch
The clouds roll by
And wonder
Who am I?
Who provides?
A houseplant and I
Share the same space
The only two living
Beings in the room
And I wonder,
Does it know
Who provides it
With water
And without whom
It would die?
Then I reflect
Do I?
Manure
Without failure,
There cannot be
Success
Failure is the teacher
Whose harsh lessons
Last a lifetime
He shapes you
Moulds you
Shames you
Yet every seed
Needs some shit
For its growth
And the seed
Once planted
Will flower
Only persevere
And hold true
To yourself
The Song of the Stars
Listen. Listen with your heart.
Can you hear?
It is the song of the Stars.
It is the ecstasy of creation.
Listen to the call of nature
In the sound of the whale.
Singing the song of the ocean,
Singing of love
Listen to the sound of waves
On the seashore
They are simply the echo of moon and stars
Singing to you, singing to me.
Listen to the song of love
Love enduring, love everlasting
Sung to you, sung to me
Only listen, and be filled.
Ai-Ki-Do The Way of Spiritual harmony
Aikido
When the form becomes formless
Then does the mind become mindless
In that great void
Movement becomes dance
Opponent and practitioner become the One.
If we had known
If we had known
That this was the last time that
We would see each other
What would we have done differently?
Would we have embraced for longer?
Held each other more tightly?
Spoken more heartfelt words?
Expressed deeper feelings?
Let each time you part
Feel like the last time.
Hold unreservedly. Love deeply.
For one day it will be.
Reflections on life in Poetry and Prose. 