So different
than you thought
it would be
it’s so much better
it’s kind of like water
but colder and wetter
it’s like the sun
and the miracle
of its twenty four hour run.
it’s like the alphabet,
actually, it’s more like
your favorite letter.
it’s like the best movie
before it’s even begun
or a sports car
that couldn’t get any redder
it’s the hills
and people singing
it’s one of the old adventures
in a little blue pill
it’s a relative’s telephone ringing
it’s the sky
that hasn’t fallen
it’s the person
that was just calling
it’s a resume
with a perfect header
it’s the girl
that wanted to go to prom
but her dad
just wouldn’t let her
call the papers
ready the type setter!
because I have an interesting story
of an odd little caper
that smacks of love
and life in all its glory
all I need is your ear
and the best of your time
it’s an epic that’ll spans years
a true masterpiece
that exemplifies rhyme
deserving of your sweetest tears
So what do you say?
does it sound good to you?
come sit down
there’s so much to do
Let’s start by rethinking thought
and all the food we’ve fed her,
and you’ll be surprised
at how easy it’ll be
to write this story together!
Tag Archives: Positive Psychology
The Twain
My feet
must walk
I command them
to bring me
closer to you.
My mouth
must talk
so I can speak
on this love
I’m so into
This brain
may it think
A million million ways
to venerate the ink
these hands
Manipulate skilfully
interweaving strands
providing selflessly
a perceivable link
between nothing
and everything
Where you exist
The rest
takes shape
according to
what we insist,
and the decisions
we make.
So I walk faster
speak clearer
Write beautifully
this love letter to you.
Avoiding disaster,
Holding dearer
To our unity,
Sweethearts beating
Together in truth
Yaw
The multi-faceted gem that is our sweet sadness
When viewed from another angle
So easily becomes the light that’s refracted
ALLiance
Hello Lovely
Wishing you a day that is perfect as can be
Thank you for your kind words
I will not and do not take them for granted
So happy to have another pair of kind eyes
to enjoy this diverse garden planted
from single letter to written word to full blown verse.
Two kindred spirits meander
Into a clearer message concurred
Revealing the gift
From distant shadows of perceived curse.
Traversing front to back and the reverse
You me us them all one
We are the sweetness that is the end before its begun
thanks to our embrace and what we’ve spun
This tapestry weaves itself with our splendid thread
Into a bigger picture for our third eyes to see
Illustrating a point on which we all agree,
A peace that transforms waking life
breaking the chains perceived as living or dead
Hold tight to this new found immortality
Surrender kindly to the collaboration
that is sweet infinity set free
Heralding
Hello
Salutations
Hola
Ahoy
Felicitations
Aloha
Welcome!
What’s up?
What’s the situation?
How you doing?
Hey there
What’s brewing?
Hiya
Haaaaaaayyyyyyy…..
Howdy
Good day!
A different greeting
with each heart beat
I leave you with only one farewell
The only good bye worthy
of our meeting
and subsequent chance to play
A sincere, cultivated, and lovely
expression of Namaste!
Christmas
The story of a world saved,
a man holding our hand
Guiding us with a new way of thinking
and a great sacrifice made
His love song began
With a star, sweet parents, wise men,
and salvation born on a manger’s floor
a great awakening unto man
a blossoming of consciousness like never before
a brighter light shone on God’s plan
He lived a life worthy of our praise
An example for you and I to follow
his encircling arms, and lasting embrace
a reminder that we are full, perfect, and not hollow
We are children of the sacred, armed with trust and light
The story of our life is whatever we make it
so let us give thanks and let our spirits take flight
with the transcendent joy in his story writ
a time spanning classic of love at first sight
Go Big
Everything rhymes
rhyme everything
The physics are just waiting
For you to get with it,
Use this cosmic math
make something out of nothing
give form to this and all time
Don’t you see?
It’s all music!
Every sound ever heard
You can pick and peruse it.
This gift is yours
Even if you refuse it
Whatever song you want sung
Whatever needs to be done
Just do it
Swirl it up in gorgeous tornado
while you can still choose it
let them marvel at your influence.
Scatter the pieces of everything everywhere,
Show us that you really blew it
Make them wonder how they got through it
Then bring it all back to everything
A perfect rhyme so settling,
We just fade into it
I’m too busy to meditate…
“I’m too busy to meditate”, does that sound like you? There are times that I have perceived myself as being too busy too. However, whether or not we are aware of it, we are meditating– we are often meditating on our inability to go inside. We may be meditating on our stress, on our busyness, on our distractions.
The “New Thought Philosophy“– which is heavily inspired by the Himalayan Tradition– subscribes to the principle, “We create our life experiences through our way of thinking”. If we are operating from a perspective of lack, then lack is what we manifest.
Meditation, prayer, and contemplation are a rights, they are privileges, and legacy. We are the pure consciousness, the silence, the unnameable transcendental state that appears to project outward and condense into everything we see. In order to maintain an awareness of our true nature, we must go inside.
All day long, like the transcendental consciousness, we are doing, making, creating. It is very easy to forget who we really are and fully identify with our actions and creations.
Then we feel separation. We feel like our plight is something “others” cannot understand; this is avidya.
The perceived duality of existence originates in this separation.
Yet, if we allot time, during meditation, to steep in our core– we can reduce the effects of this delusion. We still operate in the world; but, we are not so attached to it that we feel it defines us.
So, as the sages of old and new say, “Meditate, Meditate, Meditate”.
Blog Food
Pink is the color of her cheeks and nose.
Smeared with cotton candy snuck
by a toddler in slapdash thieves clothes
A bat man cape, dark footie pajamas and a mask on our poor puppy no less
I heard the crinkling plastic just shy of her escape
I traced her sticky handprints from the kitchen to the dining room drapes
The giggling curtain conjured memories of that wizard in oz
The mess was more like the HBO series in the prison of the same name
The window treatment came down in a whirl of pink pawed and thunderous applause
Revealing a sweet face and a shrill voice exclaimed “isn’t this a lovely game!!??!!”
Long Run
whatever I’ve done
whatever I may do
I will always come back to what’s true
and when the battle within me is won
I will return and make it up to you
From the Gross to the Subtle 