Archive | September 2019

Rise

Do you know that you have a spirit

As old as air

Do you know that when you touch your spirit

You touch love.

Not love of something,

Just love.

Your spirit, when you touch it,

Will crush you

You

You

Fear, hatred, jealousy, anger, competition, comparison, apathy…

You will be crushed

And your spirit will rise up

And inhabit your experience

And you will weep for what you’ve forgotten

And weep for what you have

And weep grateful for life.

This is the power of art.

This evoking of the human spirit

This crushing of you.

Do you know you have a spirit,

As old as air,

Do you want to meet?

Oh, woman

I feel the same way about the fall,

The turning and coloring of the forests,

That I do about a beautiful women.

There are so many trees

And so many women

All different

All beautiful

Both wanting to be immersed in

Both I immerse myself in

The colors of beauty

The gratitude of immersion

The gratitude for the opportunity

To experience something that so moves my soul

I want to sit in you

And, head turned upwards, marvel

Revel

Drown

Be lost

Breathe in

Be small and lucky in the face

Of such desire

Oh fall,

Oh woman.

Go Along

What is in me?
under my rage
beneath my age
before my mind
who chooses “kind”
below my skin
deeper than heart
beyond the wind
before the start

It’s hard to see
if I don’t want
and if I do,
then it’s a task
that’s tiring
for all the masks
are heavy now
that I know their stacked
high and deep
upon my back

But without the masks,
then there’s pain,
there’s human life and loss
as true as rain
and as the drops
fall from the sky
so our lives
will pass us by
and before we know
they will be gone
the only question left
will we go along?

Honor, Never Forget

What is important to remember if we want to Honor the lives of the people who died on September 11, 2001?

I was in Jamaica, before my son was born. Sally called me at our home. I was sleeping because we were opening a new restaurant in the airport and it had been a late night. She had the TV’s on and a restaurant full of people waiting for their flights out of Montego Bay, home.

She said ” You have to come in, something’s happened, the Towers have been hit and are burning”. I didn’t understand what she was talking about but when I arrived 30 minutes later the people were all watching the TV’s. Everything had stopped, it was so painful and I didn’t know it at the time how painful it was because I was in shock. But sitting here, today, and going back, I can feel the pain.

It’s a human pain. A pain beyond and below the scope of my every day life. An important pain that I didn’t see or feel back then. There was too much emotion, too much confusion, too much fear to look at the pain and experience it as the gift that it truly is.

The people who died that day, who were killed that day, I don’t think they would want me to be afraid. I don’t think they would want me to be angry at my son, my wife, my friends, my enemies. I don’t think they would want revenge. I don’t think they would tell me to kill to destroy or to use fear as a structure for accomplishment or movement or policy.

What would these people want? What is important to remember about this day, about what it can provide each human, each of us, if we are seekers, if we want peace, if we want to Honor the lives of the people who died.

I will not guess for you. For me, the gift of September 11th is my own personal connection with pain that the tragedy provides. That pain is not terrible. It’s is complete and destroying but it is not terrible. It destroys my ego and my pride, as it did to the whole world and to a city that day, people got underneath their fears, their desires, their anger, their violence. People, once again or maybe for the first time, remembered their human brothers and were united in their pain, the pain of life and the pain of loss, the pain that is alwasy with us, no matter how much we try to forget.

Fear is a normal, human response to life. It’s programmed, it’s necessary at times but it is not a basis from which to honor life or to honor those that died that day. Unfortunately (or perhaps now is the time…) we’ve let the fear wash back over us like a tide and we’ve been swept and have swept others into a realm that is not honoring of life and of the tragedy.

I hope today, as you think about 9/11, that you use your mind to connect you back to the pain of that day. Not the anger, not the fear…the pain that unites us all as humans. That is my honor today and I will do it and I will cry and sob at the pain of humanity and of what we have done to each other and continue to do and at the hope of redemption for myself and for us all and for the remembering of the sanctity of life above all. I will see fear lapping at the shores of my humanity and I will put my little boat on the sea, and sail out to explore and honor life.

“This world of ours… must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.”
-Dwight D. Eisenhower

“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh

“When even one American – who has done nothing wrong – is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth – then all Americans are in peril.”
-Harry S. Truman

“In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.”
-Coleridge

“Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.”
-German Proverb

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
-Frank Herbert, Dune – Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear

Praying To My Thimble

I was angry
because I forgot about my role
as life itself
as the finger of God
feeling the world
and then my anger seemed silly,
I even laughed
at how petite my anger was
like a thimble of water
to an ocean.

And there I am, holding
NO, cherishing my thimble
amidst the plenty of eternity
cupping in, as if in prayer
while waves lap
constant
forever
now available
to soak into me everything it is possible to need
and, If I knew better, to want.

But alas, there I am
praying to my thimble
and growling low
at all who come near
and all I imagine.

Change the Water

Tension, I am being held and holding
the I is being held and holding
the I is expression
A million points of light
the fingertips of God
the fingertips of life
reaching and touching itself
exploring it’s nature
like the cell
I am conscious
like the cell

It is not a thinking job
It is not a job for thinking
to think about it is to make it small
and personal
Like your ego.
it’s not a thinking job
it’s a job for your consciousness
it’s a job for your body mind
it’s a job for your spirit
it’s a job for your heart

All of these things are as big, at least
as your mind
but you treat them as if they don’t exist
because, like a country you’ve never traveled to,
they only exist in your mind,
only the idea of heart resides,
only the idea of spirit,
only the idea of body mind
only the idea of consciousness.

Ideas are like lightbulbs in locked rooms
they illuminate,
but if we don’t have the key to the door
the room will always be the same
they will illuminate the same,
like hell.
Ideas are like penny candy
we gobble them up and want more,
When we devour them, we become sick

We are full of ideas.

Like fish in a bowl.

It’s time to change the water.

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