Stuck

"Time is the healer. Time will tell.

It's up to you to live in heaven or hell

This too shall pass and you have a choice

Live life fully, let the world hear your voice."

Was written in front of a marble statue

of a woman, stored in a garage 

of a mountain home

in a forest.

-Uththara-

A Thinking of You card to self

 

I know it's tough

to be peaceful sometimes.

It's hard to be neat and tidy

When you're right in the middle

of this changing season.

It's alright to have your mind racing

in every direction at the same time.

Feel all that, feel, and let go.

They are the droplets of the ones

that poured in Sidhartha's mind.

He, a human, felt all of that and let go.

Look beyond this valley, my valley

Let that beauty put a smile on your lips,

so you'll enjoy this part of the journey too.

Maybe the treasure is where you started all this,

but you won't know it unless you make this pilgrimage.

-Uththara-

A Full moon Lesson

 Life moves slowly these days

as if there's roadwork ahead.

I saw a couple of signs, of course,

but I get impatient in my head.

It drips into my heart space

and then pours over the temple roof

as I sit on the warm floor

to patiently learn this game.

"Observe," She says, "the restlessness,

the clutter and the utter congestion;

Observe, my child, how all that moves

and slowly conquer your mind.

What you'll see will save your heart

and open your tight-shut eyes.

You'll know that happiness is a choice

and That. Will. Set. You. Free."

 

A Question for a Friend

We know why the Sun shines so bright

but the universe is a mystery

we strive to count the stars at night

Some have come close, they preach

but the stars, they live and die.

We know the Earth, inside out,

we look like a pretty smart crowd;

We know precisely how long, how wide,

how deep, how broad a thing is

but the soul, it flies up high.

We know so well about anatomy

it's gotten deep under our skin.

We live as if we are never gonna die

and die a half-lived life:

but the question, my friend, is Why?

Haiku in a Bottle

Send me a true friend

to walk this road to

the door of my poet.

Send me an artist 

to pick up where I 

left off of this art

of conversation.

Crayon Mind

With a neon light

and a crayon mind

if you can't find yours

come play with mine

When the evening sky

turn red, turn shy

Darling we'll unwind

and have some wine

draw blurry lines

on the sands of time

with a neon light 

and a crayon mind

I don't know why

we paint life

in black and white,

so I don't comply

I'll paint your mind, 

come, you paint mine

with a neon light

and a crayon mind

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Trust It

 Trust it, My Love, trust it,

You need to let go and risk it.

If you wanna be sure-footed 

You've got to trust your feet 

and the earth that holds you.