May 12, 2013
It may appear on the surface
Just another tree standing pretty
My world confined to this vicinity
Below the surface I connect
A myriad species bound in unity
With all life a constant interface
Mycellium a maze in network communicate
When petty tyrants threaten to prevail
Come sit beside me
Let me enfold you in my embrace
As above so below
The seasons they come and go
Freedoms seeks the real from the unreal
I will tell you a story of grace
My dazzling beauty soon to fade
As drooping petals decay
Following the cycles of life
Returning to earth what is not mine
From stardust we all arrived
Set down upon this plane
To wonder in this conscious play
Standing alone I seem separate
Below the surface
All my relations
My network informs those in need
I extend my succor
My nurture
A massive web of support beneath
Up above in the languid breeze
Pileated woodpecker speaks to me
I feed him ruby red berries
He tells me of changes he sees
Things are not what they used to be
The river rat told him
There is trouble even in the seas
So do not be fooled by appearances
Truth exists in the depths of eternity
Stardust to earthdust
Arising and falling
This world is transient
The heart is the temple of light
Where Consciousness dances in delight
When petty tyrants threaten to prevail
Remind yourself
It is all unreal
Join in the Dance!
Clap your hands and Laugh!
Raise your voice and Sing
The Song Of The Dogwood Perspective!
April 1, 2013
From the perspective of mindstuff
How easy it is to love what is
To witness the mind
It isn’t real
The play of smoke and mirrors
The dance of mind and heart
Feeling so smug
Walking the spiritual path
Looking out into my world
Loving what is…Holy crap
Half of the bee population decimated
Oil spill in backyards
Dead whale near a salmon farm
DNA altering agents hidden in food
How do I love what is
Without exception?
The material world is not different
The outer a manifestation of the inner
Seeking enrichment on the outside
Depletion of resources
Misuse of power
The soul’s fulfillment still denied
A trail of destruction left behind
Loving what is
The state of the world reflects our mind
Corporations supply our demand
Cater to our endless needs
Blame perpetuates the illusion of other
Love is greater than anything we encounter
We are all learning
Acceptance of our brokenness
Loving what is
We are not separate
The lessons are there to see
None of this is real
Just being
Loving what is
The only way to heal
March 19, 2013
Seeds lay dormant in the darkness
Of Winter’s silent sleep
Heed the call to life
Burst upon the light of a new season
Awake to the splendor of Spring
Rewnewal!
Soft rays of morning light
Welcome the day
You arrived as Spring approached
Growing in frenzied spurts
A potpourri of experiences
Attuned to the seasons
The cycles of life
Discarding outgrown personalities
You acquired a character of worth
On and on the cycles go
An opportunity to grow
Observing nature you know
Change happens
Each letting go
Wisdom they bestow
At Summer’s end you gathered
A myriad variety of seeds
Nature is selective
Cherish those that work
To further your
Renewal
Garden offerings that won’t thrive
No matter how you nurture them
Be compassionate
Let them go
Release the reluctant
From the burden of keeping up a show
Of all the seasons
Winter is the test
When the externals are withdrawn
Through long harsh trials
Into the phase of dissolution
A time to rest
A time to contemplate
Listen!
Hear the clarion call
The dance is about to begin
Another round of celebration
Of offering to the rites of Spring
Renewal!
March 7, 2013
Society has taught me well
I try to please you
Tell me who I am
Endlessly waiting for you
Your responses
Lost in the cacophony
A thousand drowning voices
All clamoring for my attention
To tell me who I am
Wading through the mist
Mingling with fellow masqueraders
Reconstructing memories
None of it is really
Who I am
How do I know
Which projections are real
When concepts I constructed
Erode before my naive immunity
Shattered illusions dissolve
Trusting opportunites
Grasping at ephemeral causes
Explaining who I am
I am not the stories I weave
The layers of effects of my actions
The images you hold of me
Seasoned expectations of delivery
The truth of who I am
Lies deeper
In an ocean of stillness
In the depths of clarity.
February 26, 2013
It doesn’t matter how you show up
There are places where we meet
Places I like to frequent
Your luminescent voice
Bubbling over the connection
Where our hearts beat
When raucous laughter
Punctuates your anger
With crude expletives
A heartfelt blessing
Acceptance of deceit
In one fell swoop
Your mother’s fears cut down
I sense your need to be strong
Needing to be in separate places
Breaking up is easier
We pick a fight
Where no one faces
The sadness of our plight
It doesn’t matter how you show up
There are places where we meet
Where beauty masks
The jagged words of
Painful disconnection
What we say
A noisy interjection
No words
In the places where we meet
February 19, 2013
image credit:alicepopkorn
The children of the Sun
Slowly drag their feet
Worn faces
Despondent hearts
A vision of defeat
The Keepers approach
In the liminal twilight
From the perch of disregard
The children are given
An overview
The magnificent perfection
Of the nature of things
Look over there!
Great King Indra demands more and more
The sage points to the procession of ants
“Former Indras all”
All follow the great cycles
Of Creation and Destruction
In the court of
The Cosmic Friend
We are the players
In the cycles of life
Of Creation
Of Destruction
We are the pawns
The rays of the Sun
Shine equally
All absorb energy
According to their capacity
We give love
We receive love
In equal measure to
Awareness of unity
The Keepers laugh:
Lay down the baggage you carry
The burden of fixing
Of controlling
Unfriend all your causes
Of energy drain
You can no more influence
A corporation
A dear friend
Than they want to be
Live mindfully
The very principles
You see lacking in others
Greed for more
Hastens the destruction
Your mindless choices
Pay lip service to
Human rights
Vanishing ecosystems
Indigenous cultures
Create the worlds you inhabit
The cycles of life
They come and go
How we live in the smaller circles
Of friends and relations
Ripple out to the larger spheres
The Keepers continue:
Live simply
Use less
Love more
Befriend yourself
Walk in peace
Peace will follow
December 26, 2012
No escape from the cloistered room of my retreat
Useless words encumber crystal clarity
Extremes of excess
Weave a tangle of mental constructs
Barriers to the shimmering colors of my soul
Internal flowering is a gentle process
Nurtured in soft caresses
Of Beauty…
In Silence…
Shaken by the power of transformation
All securites
All certainties
Insurmountable obstacles drift away
Like remnants of faded blossoms past
Renewal…
An exquisite delicate gift to protect
To shield with love
A wish for harmony
To seek balance
No place to hold on to
In this place of change
All that is familiar is left behind
No need to use force
Doing nothing
Everything unfolds in time
Revitalized
Freed from the old
This moment of incubation
Precious…
Which way does it go?
Allow stillness to guide its direction
The framework of rebirth
Disintegrated relationships
Inappropriate bonds
Imprison the soul
Say goodbye to the old
Difficult as it may be
Confinements that limit
Liberation follows
Ready to let go…
Birthing a new life
Radiating from the Centre
November 4, 2012
Grey clouds deliver driving hard rain
Fir branches sway wildly in the wind
Strings of musical pearls play
An enchanting melody
Knitting needles clicking
A singular beautiful harmony
As darkness approaches a mother and child
Their home lost in a storm named Sandy
Sitting waiting …
This life has no certainties
What once was so real
Now washed away
Only loving remains
October 21, 2012
Image Credit:h.koppdelaney
I inhabit the cool spaces of my mind
Observing the silence where you speak
The language of souls who greet
The journey’s end so sweet
No longer will I hear your words
The exchange of little anecdotes
Seeds of wisdom you sowed
Sharing your passion for life
And yet you must have suffered
Fears of the messenger
The swift passage to the end
Behind your positive words
You showed no trace
The shadows
You had to face
Your young life to defend
From where you are
How is the view ?
Can you see Saturn’s rings?
Is the Mystery clear?
Forge ahead you said
Every misfortune brings a gift
To see life differently
To find the nugget of gold
In the making
Let life unfold
Whatever is lost
Is what you need to let go of
See your highest good
With your heart wide open
Enter the Silence
Your great work is done!
Written for my blogger friend who I never met, but inspired me deeply. RIP Alexys.
October 3, 2012
image credit:alicepopkorn
Sweeping across the contours of my sleep
Dream-weaver woman drums her message:
One power unites all
Stay clear!
Illusion beckons at every turn:
Wear this mask
Believe this story
See low
Reach high
Wish for more…
Conflict arises
Myriad thoughts vying for attention
Choose me…me…me!
Every desire
Creates an action
Be Aware!
Get to NO
Know the one power
You are already That
Witness all that hides your power
Dream-weaver woman approaches:
And how did you allow
This rape of Earth?
…I tried to own it
It was too high a price to pay
The givers have gone away weary
The takers keep coming
Plundering Earth to her bones
Dream-weaver woman points to the West
Trust the Keepers to do the rest
