Beaten and battered
despairing and hopeless
slowly we come God.
Tender mercy this,
pain that makes us need,
love so freely given.
Who holds this cup to lips
surly sheds a tear,
hurting us again,
but rinsing away pride,
revealing love everywhere abundant.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Be Kind
Remember each time you speak
that you are caring for an infant soul
more sensitive than the most delicate flower
it may whither and die with the slightest hint of abuse.
that you are caring for an infant soul
more sensitive than the most delicate flower
it may whither and die with the slightest hint of abuse.
Noisy Chipmunks
More than searching for a noisy chipmunk amongst the trees.
More than the mystery of circles on the surface of a still lake.
More than this fascination with ants working in a forest of grass.
And more than the beautiful symmetry of mountains reflected in water.
Now my friend you know that there is more than this.
Wait and watch patiently, wordlessly.
There it is…
the joy of self awareness
completely simple and ordinary
but infinitely better than all else.
Quickly mind comes back
and cleverly ruins everything.
“Oh how beautiful this is.”
“How sad that this can not last.”
“I am going to write a poem about this.”
"Oh, I must stop talking about this!"
Quickly the moment is lost but something remains,
like the lingering satisfaction all day,
having taken breakfast with your dearly beloved.
She is there, somewhere, and she will come to you again.
Call to her constantly and wait patiently.
Do not forget her.
Do not forget that she is the only one.
More than the mystery of circles on the surface of a still lake.
More than this fascination with ants working in a forest of grass.
And more than the beautiful symmetry of mountains reflected in water.
Now my friend you know that there is more than this.
Wait and watch patiently, wordlessly.
There it is…
the joy of self awareness
completely simple and ordinary
but infinitely better than all else.
Quickly mind comes back
and cleverly ruins everything.
“Oh how beautiful this is.”
“How sad that this can not last.”
“I am going to write a poem about this.”
"Oh, I must stop talking about this!"
Quickly the moment is lost but something remains,
like the lingering satisfaction all day,
having taken breakfast with your dearly beloved.
She is there, somewhere, and she will come to you again.
Call to her constantly and wait patiently.
Do not forget her.
Do not forget that she is the only one.
Monday, August 6, 2007
No More Clinging
Vainly we cling to mental pictures
while all around us reality
is thrust upon us freshly each moment.
But only this moment.
while all around us reality
is thrust upon us freshly each moment.
But only this moment.
Vision and Invisible
It tugs on my sleeve again,
that vision of happiness.
Hope of satisfaction from a special one.
An end to lonelyness and dull uncertainty.
And indeed this dream might satisfy,
giving me restful nights, and days
(though unlikely)
yet at what price.
To lay down ones head a little too long
and loose, perhaps for years
that driving, nagging, itching, irritation.
The hidden knowledge that the real lover awaits
longing desperately for a shattering glance.
Closer than shadow, much closer.
Invisible and unconfirmed
yet undeniable.
that vision of happiness.
Hope of satisfaction from a special one.
An end to lonelyness and dull uncertainty.
And indeed this dream might satisfy,
giving me restful nights, and days
(though unlikely)
yet at what price.
To lay down ones head a little too long
and loose, perhaps for years
that driving, nagging, itching, irritation.
The hidden knowledge that the real lover awaits
longing desperately for a shattering glance.
Closer than shadow, much closer.
Invisible and unconfirmed
yet undeniable.
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