Windy thinking….
Thoughts on the world
It might be gray and somber, slow turtle-sleeping day for creatures big and small. Or a blue-sky day through which a red-tailed hawk streaks. It’s a changing mirage, one that is out there and one that is nowhere; a world one can’t hold onto nor let go; one that reveals beauty and one in whose…
For Lahaina – Eha loa ko’u naau
It’s been over a month since Fire took an old friend’s life, a friend I neglected to visit for more than 50 years. She was a friend that held me in my youth and taught me some wholesome ways — and some not so wholesome ways — to show me the difference in the paths…
The Weaver of Words
The blue curtains are still half closed as to not disturb the cobweb that had been built the night before. She is thankful the sun had glistened off its threads in such a way that it had caught her eyes before jerking the curtain wide open to let in the morning. She moves…
Do societies idealize romantic love
Do our societies idealize romantic love at the expense of other forms of love? Responding to a prompt offered up in a workshop I’m participating in (The Dharma of Relationships, Paramis in Action), as is my nature, this question has flipped on the switch of a huge spotlight to explore what lies behind the myths…
Earth Day Earth Way
I add my name To those with more fame Who point out the blame Of those who inflame The senses of the earth And all those who gave birth. And I add my name to the cries of dearth Who others claim to have no worth. Seldom sustained in political discussion While ignoring earth’s pending…
Traveling on wafting fingers of smell
The wafting fingers of smell will connect me instantly to places in the past via the invisible subway of time, coursing through memories that otherwise would be lost. Or maybe they were never there. For the strangest reason, chopping an onion invariably takes me to the corner of two streets whose names I can no…
What color am I?
I’m red when I’m angry and Yellow as a quiet spring morning I’m peach-dressed azures at sunset But never am I orange. I’m rich browns and siennas of the desert And all shades of green in a meadow I’m blue in my aloneness But vibrant purple in a crowd
A fear to overcome
MY FEAR OF LOSING MYSELF If there flowed a river, I would swim it If there stood a mountain, I would climb it If there were a meadow, I would dance in it If there grew a flower, I would smell it If there sang a bird, I would rejoice in it And these things…
By car, by train, by boat
Ah, to travel. And for what purpose? To experience places beyond my front yard, of course. By car, the other place might include a grocery store or the local used bookstore, or the post office; it might include the experience of visiting a friend and catching up. And, of course, there are the greater adventures…
What is “success”?
Humanity is the only organism that even contemplates “success.” All other organisms just go about the process of living — breathing, eating, nesting, procreating, dying — without any contemplation of succeeding or failing. For we monkey-minded individuals, we set goals, and success is overcoming our self-imposed challenges or hardships — whether mental, physical or spiritual…
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