Category Archives: Sittting still
Notes found on the refrigerator Aug. 18th 2020 (QUAR)
I opened the door at dusk and caught a good size flash
of white fly in ahead of me.
I close the door and I’m still not sure
if it was a big moth or Tinkerbelle…
The plants wave and sway when I sit down among them, often, even without a breeze. At dusk, at that time, they do get a little bold, as their suitors are asleep counting their blessings..
From dandelions, petunias, coleus, other’s that I threw the tag away at planting, and of course, the neighboring wild daisies; we all seem to have a mutual understanding for each other.
As sunset glows, stopping to affirm our relationship, a humming bird stops by and takes a sip of summer’s last flowers. And as a card in the spokes of a bicycle, flies away as loud as a snore.
crickets rejoice night
settling the day gracefully
~Pine Cone Diary~ March 2020
There is a sickness in the air
Tree tops are passing the news
To the stones and the soil
To prepare the paths
Through the forest
And into the valleys
To the villages of compassion;
To be cured .
Above darkening gray clouds
The dim glowing sun
Caught my eye.
I started to hum,
“Everything’s gonna’ be alright.”
As dusk, settled on my chair.
I silenced it with a sigh.
From ground to empty stoneware pottery,
my soul poured out my life
into my morning’s coffee cup;
existence to non-existence.
Oh, then to remembrance;
of knowledge, when I first held out my hand
—holding, the first summer’s rose.
I emptied my cup
holding empty stoneware pottery
waiting in anticipation for tomorrow’s coffee..
Notes Found on the Refrigerator September 2018
Gossip vs Truth [Koan]
Some sort of melodic minor,
the only note a hummingbird leaves;
fluttering away with the nectar
before the buzz of the bees.
Oh quite down Fido!
You’ll have a heart attack.
A Peaceful Exhale
Sometimes when I deeply inhale,
my body stands still to hear
the soft distant sound of chanting voices,
tuning in rehearsal
for their first and last symphony.
I, as the conductor, seem to arrive late.
However, each time I do the chanting stops
as I search for another apology.
A perfect crescendo in all voices
breaks out exclaiming,
free refreshments are on the way!”
I take the podium asking all to rise
on the other side, in a peaceful exhale
Each time when I may disagree,
I take a deep breath and cross over to the other side… another place to go
to understand, to stand, and to carry my thoughts from compromise to truth;
I have found myself on a mutual side, having discarded ego .
Five Verses From a Brief Visit This Solstice With Ch’an
“If we didn’t see things fine and coarse
How could prejudice exist?”
~Relying on Mind~ Ch’an master Seng-Ts’an (J., Sozan)
I practiced non-discrimination
and had smiled often at my gestures—
until I was slapped by a whisk.
I understand how wrong I’ve been
and the shame I have brought to the other—
Each day wakes me quieter —clearer than ever.
Moments may be still –yet moves forever.
Causes are great —equal to the clouds
one may be greater than the other.
Dew is clear as no sound is loud.
What is it that I see— to bench myself in judgment?
Opinions are statutes!
Saddle my horse—
Giddy-up! I shall ride with the outlaws.
How does one heal from history
With its invisible scars and drooping eyes?
Thatch a new roof— and shush the flies.
If two make peace with each other
In this single house,
They will say to the mountain
And it shall move.””
~The Gospel of Thomas~[48p n] presented by Huge McGregor Ross
~Pine Cone Diary~ -proof 2018
Notes found on the refrigerator November 2017
Although I enjoy the ease of a sidewalk
I often preferred cutting across the lawn
I can only do one thing at a time
Even if takes me two
Or three tries
I was listening to music on my earphones
And found the sound unclear—
I adjusted the volume
I went to the settings
—no adjustment required.
Suggested, I plug them in
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Yes, I knew I should be grocery shopping
A Writer’s Confession:
As a writer, I may not necessarily write about my own personal experiences.
Although they influence perception and understanding, they often are not themselves; the words that are written. They are only reflections of me as a writer.
My characters are in constant flux… as I… also see and feel my way through each moment—
experiencing what others and what I see, and what is being seen —what we universally have in common ambiguity. Often I am just a humble hapless observer making it written into words as only it could be, from the source of a perceptive and creative writer.
How are we able to see the darkness
in the center of the light
and be able to see the light
in the center of darkness?
We see its impermanence.
as in all nature
every day is greater
doing what you need
Notes found on the refrigerator October 2017
Contemporary Poetry has un-cuffed many creative minds
As the tide washes the shore with an ever-changing sea
As the ships sail away with Shakespeare and Yeats
Leaving us with Ferlinghetti*
“… Ferlinghetti, felt strongly that art should be accessible to all people, not just a handful of highly educated intellectuals”.
A storm is coming! What shall we do?
Where should we go?
Take care of things.
–Then safely and honorably leave.
—Settle in where you are now
Away from the path of the storm”.
A path we both have weaved
Crumbling— flooding— grabbing
The unborn, above the Holy indiscriminate stream.
A storm is coming! What shall we do?
Where should we go?
Let us follow our hearts
With the light of our soul.
When your heart and mind are in tune*
being Holy is being human.
*Tuning is the experiences between right and wrong
Celebrated and balanced without guilt or animosity.
Autumn Haiku(s) 2017
I taste food at dusk
I eat my meal in the light
by shadow of moon