A candle do I see
Standing straight and tall
Just like a tree
A strong base that holds it tight
All throughout the night
Flame atop
Is such a beautiful delight
A number we are given
Each year we pass the test
Just like the rest within the nest
Of humanity, and yes
We are given other things,
Like names that we hold dear
All throughout our years
On this planet
Spinning around the sun, and
Every 365 revolutions we earn another one
In response to the WDYS #57 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Fears abound
As we progress, and
Distress over everything little thing
That transpires upon the wire
A balancing act, where we sway
With even the gentlest breeze,
Losing our balance
While gripping to our fear
Of what is seen through the valance
An illusion
Proven time and again, yet
We continue to buy-in,
To that which is seen and heard,
Like?
That very beautiful bird, a mystery
Deluge of the cloistered senses
Ever pleasant and on fire
For more presents,
Gifts from the unknown realms
Where safety reigns supreme,
Like?
That elm tree,
Solid and anchored deep
Even though the roots are hardly seen
Safe and strong,
Know that you always belong,
To that which is unseen, and is
Such a silent mystery, and
Also a part of our collective history, so
Remember, you are safe
As you look out through that valance
Don’t be deceived, rather be retrieved,
For it’s in your heart’s heart that you truly do believe
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.
When it comes,
In the light of day,
At the dawn, or at night
When the light has given way
To the setting sun
Remember,
The stillness, that thrills us
And fills us with a wonder, and
A grace that is never asunder
Though, yes, we may blunder, and grope
For and find thunder,
That stillness is always within you,
Waiting,
Like a light that burns bright
On very cold and stormy nights
When you are filled with chaos
And are in need of a returning
To that steadfast place,
Which is also a yearning
Rebirth and renewal
Are always there for your learning
Like a jewel
That shines forth, and
Reflects back all that is best
Especially when you are pressed
Yet never regressed,
And for surely blessed, and yes
Maybe even stressed,
For you see,
We are like the storm
As we enact and perform
Our duty on this planet of great beauty
Yet know that storming and performing
Are only a part of the knowing
One piece, just like
That stillness deep inside, especially
When we abide by all that is kind
Be blessed upon the tests
That come, and
Sit still in the knowing
That all is One, and that
You are growing and glowing
Through the storm we may call knowing
Insight is such a delight,
A fancy quite bright, which lives
Beyond the pale moonlight
Of your hearts desire,
A mystery
Hidden deep inside
Of a lifetime broadly acquired, and
Lived to its fullest as time transpires
Without notice, so please
Pay attention, and
Remember to mention
The insight you are delivered, which
Promises to be quivered
Possibilities
Unsheathed, and ready to take flight
Upon this night of joyful, and
Ready delight, a birthright
For each of us, even when
We feel disconnected, and
Not protected, knowing
Is always there, so don’t despair
Because life is fair,
A beauty in no need of repair,
Connected
A tranquil pair,
In love with all that’s there, so
Sit quietly and take measure
Of your hearts deepest pleasure
The insight will hum,
A breath whispered, of times yet to come
Have a wonderful week, everyone.
Wow, what a busy, busy week. I know, I know, I always start out that way. Yet, it really was. So much so, in fact, that my time was allocated to other things, and writing in some ways, not all ways for sure, took a little bit of a back seat this week.
Simply meaning that I didn’t get to work on larger pieces this week. Yet, you know what I did get to work on? Yep. Poetry. I am absolutely falling in love with writing poetry. Love. And, here’s what that looked like.
Phew, there we go. See. Lots of poems. Fun!
And, next week? Yep, here is what I’m currently working on.
I am finding that it is necessary to shorten my articles a little. That certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing longer pieces. Yet, at least for the time being, I am working on some shorter posts. We will see.
Okay, so I am still reading the book on Ramana Maharshi, yet am also now reading another book for the book club, which I’ll write more about in a moment. Ramana?
I am about 1/3 of the way through the book, maybe more, and here is what I love the most about the book thus far.
The book is set up as a Q&A session with Ramana and the narrator. And? Time and again, the narrator basically asks Ramana the same question in different ways. And, each time? Yep.
Ramana gives a very different answer that points the narrator, and the reader, back to the same place. Fun. The place?
Inside of you, of course. No matter the question, the seeking, the apparent frustration, the answer? Yep, already lives inside of you. Stay quiet and listen. Lovely.
Well, here in Oregon, we are now on a 2-week freeze, which the Governor did say would be extended if the cases continued to stay steady or rise. Impact?
Hardest hit are the local small businesses, especially those in the food industry. Phew. Difficult.
We will be working with small business owners in the coming days and weeks to ensure they have what they need to pivot their businesses once again.
I’m not sure a more resilient group exist right now, with the exception of those in healthcare. Amazing people all around.
Quick updated. I was able to get the remote book club together for our first meeting a week ago Saturday. Fun!
We’ve chosen to read, Anxious People, by Fredrik Backman. It’s actually pretty good thus far.
Sort of an inquiry, as the title relates, into the human condition in regard to emotionality, and the spectrum of how that plays out in stressful situations. Interesting.
Well, that’s about it for this week. Time to go see what you are all up to, and to see if I can finish the insight poem on this night. Ha! Even more fun.
The first stanza? Sure. Here we go.
Insight is such a delight,
A fancy quite bright, which lives
Beyond the pale moonlight
Fun, fun, fun.
Alright, everyone, please stay healthy and well, and have a wonderful week ahead.
Remember, you are an inspiration to me, and to everyone around you.
Standing tall
Before the fall of
The last call, when we’re
Not sure where to focus, and
It seems most prudent
To be rigid and fixed in place, yet
Unyielding and closed is really
More about saving face, remember
Inside of being rigid and fixed
Also lives the agility of flexibility,
With the ability to learn and grow more
For what’s in store you
May not know, so
Remain open to what’s at your door
A metaphor, yes
Of a life well-lived, alive
And loving of all that’s coming, and
A becoming of something more
For you are a light in the darkness,
In a world that’s full of both regardless, so
Choose wisely on the path, and
Stand tall in the aftermath
Where pain may act like a chain
Of a dance that’s past, and
Release yourself from that notion
As it is an unlikely potion
Beacusa on the other side of pain is motion, and
A joy so splendid
It need not be mended
Only tended and defended
Just like the light
You know is right on a dark night
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.
Is that you I see,
Or is that me
Chasing after you
Along this life,
Yet You’ve always stayed
In place, a majestic space
Full of grace, and
A long lingering embrace
When confused, I look
And see
You reflected back at me
The love inside given,
Without a hand out
Always forgiven, and
Mutually driven
Toward tomorrow
With a sense of purpose
Developed
And always enveloped
In a love I see and feel
Deep down
At the core of Being
No mistakes or fleeing,
Always a returning, and
A knowing,
Even when times are tough
And slow-going
Always there in connection
As I stare outward
At that sparkling reflection
A mirror of my Soul,
Which doeth take part
And happily impart
Everlasting joy,
A true beauty to enjoy
Is this thing we call life
In response to WDYS #56 on Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Stop to look around,
And you shall see, that
Which has always been,
Yet sometimes goes unseen
The Ocean with
Water so deep and blue,
Shimmering and sparkling
As tides rise and fall, and
We make do
With the faintest hint and hue
Of the mirrored sky
A delight at night, and
Refreshing and alight by day
The sun golden overhead,
As clouds dance in their stead
And make the mystery
Of our history
And time on this planet
Sometimes too much to manage, yet
We return to the ocean
With a spirit of renewal
Ripe for a return to the source
Of that all encompassing jewel
Which is majestic, and also
Quite prophetic and magnetic, so
Take the time, dear friend
To breathe in
That salted air, which
Is also quite exalted, and
A blessing to us all
Who have halted to experience
And give our many thanks
To the life viens of this place
In response to Sunday Poser Prompt #1 on Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
It’s hard to believe, I know, I know, cliche, yet, it is hard to believe that the holidays are upon us. Phew. A busy week, as always, and a stressful one for people that live in this country. Yep. True.
Right, so, first, in the event you’ve not yet seen what I’ve been up to, here it is.
Well, well, well, look at that. More poems than any other type of writing this week. Hm. Well, I did write last week that I was going to continue writing poems. How fun.
And, this week?
Well, as always, there is a plan, yet I’m never really sure what will happen. More fun that way. Really. Let’s see. Yes, I am thinking about a few different pieces. Here they are.
It’s super fun to look back on what I’ve written during the week, reflect upon it, and then consider the following week’s writing. I am very curious to see how much poetry comes this next week. Hm.
Right. Well, that’s all about writing. Now? Yep, here we go.
Though, I’m not going to go on and on here, I do want to acknowledge how much stress, worry, and anxiety people in this country have been feeling about the election over the past week
And, no matter where you align yourself along the political spectrum, the aforementioned statement is true.
I am grateful that the election is complete, and that Biden and Harris will be in office for the next 4 years.
Whereas, I am hopeful they will do some good for a very fractured country, I do believe they are a bridge to a better day. Meaning?
That both political parties have work to do; and, they need to begin today.
That’s about all I have to write about that for now. Music? Yep. Good. Here we go.
Alright, so, like many of you, I’m sure, I listen to music when I write. Well, actually, I listen to music when I do lots of things, writing is simply one of them. And?
Well, a good friend of mine turned me on to a new pianist this past week. And?
WOW!
I mean, phew, moving, inspiring, exceptional. Ready? Here you go.
Now, whether you enjoy piano, or not, I invite you to please take a listen. Yiruma plays some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. Really. Phew. Lovely.
Alright, that’s about all for this week.
Before I go, I want to add one more thing. Ready? Good. Here we go.
Though divided,
They simply had forgotten,
That division is the seed of begotten
Times past, and
That there was need
Of a new day, where the kids could play
Free from fear of reprisal,
Along a path toward survival
With a much needed revival
Let us then not be stifled, but rather
Set a course
Quite more delightful
And work side by side
One and all
Toward a future
That holds the promise
Of what is rightful and insightful
Have a lovely week, everyone.
The human spirit, touched by light
Upon this very night
Wanders and wonders
With a delight suspended
By fraught of naught else
But doubt
Seeded deep within
Until
They look up, and recognize
All there is too see
The tree, tall and majestic
Leaves shaken off
One at a time, dropping
And folding end over end
Awakened
Presenting and standing
Still
Like the thrill of
Memories gone by
Hopes and dreams dashed
And yet found again
Never wavering, a
Constant in sight and form
Replacing worry and concern
With a knowing
That contemplates, and reconciles
Worry with a need to curry favor
In a hurry, and be more
Determined to continue this journey
One more stretch, under the catch
Of the Earth’s most common branch
Holding and unfolding as planned, and
Being all they can,
As they continue to walk upon the surface
Of the Earth and look up
At that which never wavers,
And resound themselves to mirror
The resolve they see, and
Be more in line with
That tall and majestic tree
Have a wonderful evening, and Sunday, everyone.
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