Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Indigenous People

What to do 
What to do 
U r gonna be here soon
I should really 
      Pick up this room 

But that would 
Necessitate 
Arising 
From my perch 
Upon the couch 
And losing any chance 
Of 
Contemplation
     Should it arise . . .
Today 

Drifting between nap 
And 
Meditation -

I have done several 
Difficult and necessary things 
Today 

Perchance
I have earned 
A rest

I should go running 
(Or at least
Walking) 

I read an article about how 
Indigenous people 
Cooperate

Do they allow each other
To rest on couches 
Or is it all hunt 
     And gather -
And cooperate
24/7?

And there are no screens or 
Air conditioning
Most likely
Damn few 
Couches

I agree 
We all need 
To cooperate more
Completely

And 

Something 

Needs to be 

Done -

about it!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Tonight I Met The Tango

Tonight 
The tango mysteriously 
Appeared -
It seemed I was dancing 
Not with the partner 
But with -
Tango 

How can I say -
There was a presence there 
A certainty
That the world 
And the Tango 
Were turning 
In synchronicity-
Sameness -
And correct 
Equation -

The partner mattered 
Not as much as 
The dance 
And the "presence" of
And this could be transferred 
From dance to dance 
And would stay -
And certainly
Outlast us 
All

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Jewelry

A life of contemplation 
Of wondering on 
The whichness 
Of what 

One likes to think that 
One is forging an adventurous 
Path 
Not always easy 
But -
Inevitable 
Not always understandable 
But 
Rewarding
Non-the- less 

Others may 
Scratch their heads 
And wonder
But then 
They seem to be too busy 
On their own path 
To care 

Just as well 
We know that
It would only distress
Them to know 
That there are answers 
To find 

Depths - 
     To mine 
And
Treasures -
Sparkling 
     Jewels

To find 






Flying Lessons

Today being Sunday 
I went 
To the new age church
     Service
Where everything is positive !!!

Positive thinking -
     Smiling 
Being kind 
     To your mind :-)

Singing joyful songs 
Believing wonderful 
     Things 

And now 
I just want to 
     Hide 

In the cool darkness 
Of my house 
     And sulk 

Not that I'm depressed -
But last night's dance has left me 
Tired 
And I wonder -
If you'll ever pick your arms up -
Dear 

Do you know how disappointing 
That is? 
Obviously 
You don't -

I must give up 
My desire for perfect 
Form -

And content myself 
With as many turns and 
Whirls 
As I can get 
When I escape from the 
     Confines
Of your lazy 
Arms 

My last partner was 
A natural -
We could fly 
And spin 
Again and again

But he was also 
Mean 
And you are 
Kind 

And
I have learned
The difference 

I am "positive" enough 
To hope 
That we can learn 

To fly 

Together. 






Thursday, January 29, 2015

Letting Go



Letting the old suit case 
Go
The zipper sticks
It will not 
Go. 

How many memories 
How many miles 
Have the little wheels 
     Rolled 

How many trips 
To the mountain 
To meditate 

I many times 
Take too much 
Stuff 
But-
One never knows. 

Will there be need of 
     The hot plate for 
     Coffee?
Sometimes spiritual places 
Feel there is no need 
For coffee 
Makers -
What?

Are they 
     Insane?

There is an even greater 
Need 
Here among the pines 
For tea
For coffee 
-To sip and watch 
     The steam rise 

Because we know 
We are  
     Going into battle 
One must gird ones
     Loins 

The mind will not
Just roll over quietly -
The ego will not just 
     Give up -
But must be 
     Encouraged
With a hot cup 
     Of 
Something soothing 

Before 
It is asked to 
Begin 
The game 

The chess game 
- the checkerboard of nights 
     And days -
The life -
The asking why 
And who and how -
The investigation of 
     It's own demise 
For this 
I need - 

Coffee







Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Diamonds for my Truck

From one phone 
To another 
One third of those reading 
Are reading 
     -On phone-

So say 
     Statistics . . .

Who knew? 
That one day 
     So soon 
We'd be reading each other 
On moble devices

And now - "they" say
     (Those who know)
That soon 
Our cars 
Will be parking themselves
And driving too 

Mine is telling me now 
That it wants 
     An oil change 
Well -
     Can't it go get one 
     Without me? 

But could I trust it to 
     Not! Come back with 
Some fancy chrome rims 
And furry seat covers 
Which it would automatically charge
     To my account 

It could have been built 
     Into its original programming -
To upgrade itself 
     At my expense 

Not that I don't trust 
"New-fangled machines"
I'm just sayin'. . .

I'm not so old fashioned 
     But-
If diamonds are a girl's 
     Best friend,
What - could my truck 
     Think up? 




A Day Away

Today 
Was a day 
Away 

The deserted campground -
The stream running 
     Clean 
Lots of trees 
     Broken off 
Probably from that last 
     Wind storm 
Cottonwoods dead 
     From the drought 
Snapped off 
     Up high 

But it's still beautiful 
And silent 
Here 

In summer the campground 
Would be full 
     Of screaming, running 
     Children

But now
A hawk looks at me 
     Lazily
I'm too big to eat 
     The bird flies
     To the next tree 

I walk on 

Not much water 
In the stream 
Not much spirit 
In 
     Me -
I feel like 
I'm fading 
As if I was wearing 
The magic 
Ring 

A walk in the woods 
Does one some good
Even if 
The wizard 
     And the elves 

Put in no 
     Appearance 
Today