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Poetry …

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

Leonard Cohen

Every lyric, every verse, comes from someone’s soul, the wordsmith paints with words, the photographer captures with his/her lens, the singer emotes with the smoldering passion within. How many times have you cried, drowning in the words of a song that you are hearing over and over, or found yourself completely lost while dancing in someone’s arms, not necessarily because of the person dancing with you, but for the memories that the music is invoking. Sometimes this causes a lot of confusion.

“I feel, therefore I am” remember hearing that.before. We do feel, each and every one of us has feelings, some are just better than others at either masking them, or denying them. While others live their feelings and enjoy the moments of creation. Expression. The sharing of the soul.

The road ahead lay shrouded in mist

so caught up in the landscape

I lost my way, and now wanted only to end the visit

yes, when we began there was laughter and light

everything just seemed so totally right

The sound of your name, set my heart aflame

we walked, we talked, we explored

everything was new, even though we had been there before,

nothing for either of us was the same

your eyes reflected mine, and mine drowned in yours

how were we to know that it would all

come crashing to an end.

Certainly it wasn’t our intent

yet, when the season’s changed, so did we

in our hearts we knew, the moment was gone

our song had ended, the lyrics came to an end

and once more, we stand alone

Alone with God, we can hear our heart

and feel it beat, with its steady rhythm, it is as strong as ever,

the shared moments of expression are still alive in our “hearts”

but what is voiced,expressed in media, or verbalized, is

the emotions lived…. … in loving you.

pure poetry

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meditation

Those were not my words back when I was actively working … because back then we didnt’ text, there wasn’t a cell phone attached to almost every household, in fact likely none. But to those who came wanting to learn to meditate, it was almost always about their need to find a quiet place for themselves, within the confines of their busy lives. Young professionals needing and wanting grounding.

Just Be……… so easy to say, so hard to do.

Common when I asked, “Did you get to meditate since we last met?” Answer, “Only, a few times, but each time I was interrupted, or the neighbour, (or children etc.) were making so much noise, I couldn’t concentrate”

And there lies the problem. meditation isn’t about concentration, it isn’t about having candles in the room, or soothing music with a nice incense happening. Meditation is the art of staying in touch with your own personal connection to the “Divine”. God lives in us all… the Energy of Life is the force that makes us all ONE.

If ever you have been blessed with someone in your life where just being together, or knowing that the other is close by, is comforting, and an extension of YOU, that is a special bond, and one that – simply is – We can’t manufacture this sense of extension, sense of Oneness, it simply is. You just are…. and if someone hasn’t had that experience it is hard to explain it to them. They have to find it in themselves. Because a state of peaceful existence begins within.

So many quotes, so many words…” meditation is inaction.”.. do you believe that? There is active meditation for example when one is practicing or engrossed in working out,, dancing, focused on the moment, you are so intent on the moment, although you hear the world around you, it is lost to you in that moment. In that moment, all that is …. is where you are… and what you are doing… that is a form of meditation. That is meditation.. it is you “BEING”

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Namaste – Oyashikiri

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somewhere

What a week-end, I feel like I’ve not stopped since Thursday. Used to having my own time, and travelling at my own speed, having to be somewhere 3x in one day, is really a learning experience. Each of the 3 places were in different parts of the city,one was even across the border in another Province. That was one day, the next day was more of the same. I like to think that I’m flexible and adaptable, but….. no….. it got done, but on both evenings I crashed early and slept 13 hours one night, and 11 the next.

Like the jaguar sleeping in the tree high above ground in the Amazon (Brazil) I was out for the count. I had no trouble falling asleep, or staying asleep. Both days were full, total focus was required on the events we attended. We could have been anywhere, somewhere, we simply were. When we are totally involved in the interactions we are focused on, the body, mind and spirit all come together, work together, and come time to shut down, take a break, its like a switch is flicked, and we are in dreamland. “out for the count”

I’m everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, and nowhere… all at the same time…. It is time to chill and zone out…..

See you soon, I’ll think of you

maybe I’ll even see you

where ever that some where will be

I’ll be loving you.

namaste – oyashikiri

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castle in the sky? cottage by the sea?

High above the clouds

a castle sat, built of stone and made to last

when perched on a chair by a window

we could look out and see forever….

Looking down we saw the town around

and people going about their daily lives

me, sometimes you, and even we two

could sit for hours and enjoy the view

But what was there for us to do

when not with you, I sat alone

sitting, staring, but not sharing

Are the people below any different

as the go about, do they look up and wonder

what we are doing up here high in the sky

In my cottage by the sea

the coming home is always such s joy

we seem our home. nestled there,

with the water, hills and valleys

as for as the eye can see

We get to hear the water grumble when it storms

and see the clouds roll in to turn the sky
from blue to gray

Our time is measured by the natural

flow of morning light to end of day.

We know we are not alone,

we see the cars drive by

even the odd hiker will stop to say “hi..”

Yet, we often wonder,

would life be different if we were not by the sea…

Guess what… we all need food to nourish our bodies, and each and every one of us, has our own food preferences. The same applies to our spiritual needs, we are all wanting to find, love, peace, and tranquility in our days/nights. We each need to travel our own paths to towards this goal. But what is the common in thread in all of us, big, small, tall, short, whatever, is the love we give ourselves.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

* Spain, Covadonga,Asturias

**Scottish Highlands

*** ginger-peanut Somen Noodles

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Green

Green

the subtle shades of green

weave a gentle pattern through my dream…

my body stirs, as I sense the life around me

birds sing, a squirrel chatters from a tree

and a ray of sunshine finds its way to my face

what is this place

so, calm, so surreal

I know it is part of me, for I am totally

embraced by the beauty

and serenity that gracefully permeates

my total being….

this moment, this time in space

it is real, it is not a dream,

it is my communion with God

the bonding and reconnection

to what is real

Oneness with Nature/God/Tao

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a story

It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.

Thunder rumbled across the angry sky, I could feel the shuddering of the wooden floor in the little cabin, as the storm picked up its tempo. Across the bay I could see lights flickering along the shoreline. Everything was blurred by an almost solid curtain of falling rain. A loud staccato filled the air, a sharp piercing light filled the sky as yet another bolt of lightning shot across towards the distant shore.

Suddenly there was quiet, the lights across the bay had all gone out. It was silent, and it was black.

The all-encompassing passion of the storm had passed. Where before, the rage, the immediate explosion of emotion had grabbed all of my attention. Now I was alone again with my thoughts. For a time I had fed on the energy that surrounded me, now it was time to listen to the quiet.

Such is life. Each day is a new beginning. How you handle each circumstance that appears before you, will determine the outcome. Storms are necessary to clear the air .. storms return balance to an atmosphere that has become toxic. Life is for living. No more…. No less….

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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hello, my name is……

Bonjour, mon non et……

my telephone number is ….

je rappellerai plus tard….

I will call back later…

Au revoir….

simple sentences

said in another language

can be so confusing

when we are new to the language and culture

express yourself freely says the lesson of the day

how do you do that when you are in a strange country

with a language totally different from your own

PL Precept # 15

All is a Mirror

the languages may be different,

but the human being

will always have a caring heart

with a need for understanding

compassion and love

look, listen,

pay attention

what have you heard, what did you see

“beauty is not in the flower or image you admire,

beauty is in YOUR Being ” (Lily Bright)

“Illusion is the first of all pleasures,, ” Voltaire

photo Invasion by Paul Apal’kin

Thank you… my name is

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dag/Hallo, hello? you hearing me?

Buen dia. bonjour, once the greetings are said, how carefully do you listen. Do you sometimes feel that you are talking into a void, even though you have someone there, talking with you, do you sometimes feel their thoughts are elsewhere? When it happens to you, how do you react, do you pretend you don’t notice, or do you end the conversation and move along. I guess it can depend on the situation. I was on the receiving end of such a conversation last night, someone initiated a conversation with me, then suddenly it was as if, the person was in another room, then he said he had another incoming call, would I mind waiting. Sound familiar, happen to you? My reply is to say, hey no problem call me back when you have time, and I hang up. I personally would not do that to someone I had called, nor do I appreciate someone doing it to me. Call me old-fashioned, but if you call to speak with me, then whoever else is calling can wait.

More and more with the new technology the niceties are slowly fading in our interaction with others. Communication is peppered with icons, acronyms and broken down sentences so that maybe your message is understood, maybe it isn’t. Our cell phones, iPads, note books even make spelling corrections for us, that can and often completely change the direction or context of the message being sent. The question should be, not only can you hear me, but do you understand what I am saying to you.

I have one friend who can drive me crazy when he texts … I can see he is writing, and so I wait, the little pen stops, and nothing comes across to my screen, he does this several times, so I can see that he has something to say, but what I also see is he changes his mind 3, 4, sometimes 5 times and then says nothing. It is a catch 22, I’m thrilled at being able to text to friends all over the world, have real-time conversations, but on the other hand,I miss a good old-fashioned letter, where thoughts are carefully put on papers, maybe even a few doodles, then signed with care/ love, and sent. The recipient always knew that the person who wrote, spent time composing and thinking about what to share, then took the time do do an envelope and post the visit for you to receive and enjoy. Snail mail, miss it!

The empty corridor reminds me of communication today, we are in such a hurry to get on to the next task or conversation, we miss out on the nuances and often the intent of the conversation we are currently having. Listening will soon be a lost art. The ability to have a real meaningful conversation will it fade into history too? We all want to have, and be good friends. And, Lit we desire relationships that are long lasting and enduring. To achieve this, after we say our Guten Tag, we really do have to listen and be present in the conversation we are entering into. Yes! Listen to others carefully and with a clear mind.