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Notes Found on the Refrigerator July, 2016

17 Jul

When I think someone nearby

Is charging me too much for my resources,

I spend more on gas and time—

Not really saving a dime!

But, I guess, it is not the cost—

It must be the satisfaction

Not buying from them

And—

The beautiful drive.

 ****

As A Writer:

How can anyone capture a free spirit when one lives alone—

Even with another;

Gliding, diving, and bumping into things—

Independent of reason or rhyme?

Yet, their direction is always the same—

Straight ahead;

Come hell, heaven, or high water—

Destination, always unknown.

Unable to catch the spirit passing by—

That captured sight;

Unable to capture it—

With an un-capturing eye.

****

Through the abyss of “reality’s diminishing disguise”

Beauty and imagination often reveal themselves in subtle smiles;

Lest we forget, where we— come from!

How to read this reflection—

Showing us—

Who—

We really are.

****

Good Morning sunrise

Moon’s reflection still shinning

     Oh beautiful day

****

 

Releasing Illusions On The Shore

Beach sand sifted from my hands—

 Flowing stream

Silently clutched by gravity

settles in small drifting piles beneath me.

 

Thought and mood changed from grain to grain.

Perils and adventures rise and fall—

Again and again.

 

From one position to the next—

 All things change

Us—

From illusion to truth—

 

 Only a mindful soul steadily remains

In each sunset, in each full moon, in each new sunrise,

Where, we become the sand—

Released from our hands.

 

*****

From sand to diminishing pottery

My soul pours out the last of life

Of existence to non-existence

To non-remembrance

Of holding its last

Lover’s rose.

*****

Whoa! There’s a small spider in my car!

Catching me unaware—

How did he get in?

Kissing me on my chin—

So sweet,  so devouring

what should I do with him?

I’ll stick my head out the window,

At 50 miles per hour, that should be the last of him.

Shoot! There goes my hat!

But, apparently, not my new best friend—

Best buckle up then.

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2 Comments

Posted by on July 17, 2016 in Notes left on the refrigerator, Poetry, Spiritual, Zen

 

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2 responses to “Notes Found on the Refrigerator July, 2016

  1. Sherry Blue Sky

    July 24, 2016 at 12:47 pm

    I so resonate with this one, ZQ…….everything slowly distilling – illusion into truth, us into sand……..holding our last lover’s rose…..sigh. Gorgeous.

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  2. humbird

    August 3, 2016 at 9:40 pm

    Love your position at the last incident… fun series and observation…enjoyed

    Like

     

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