Sunday, April 19, 2015

Quiet

Hey I'm trying to meditate
     Here -
Where I'm from 
     The sounds of the freeway 
Intervene 
But here 
I am startled by
The cry 
     Of wild turkeys 
     And the honking of 
          The Canadian geese 
And when they stop
The frogs are
Croaking 

I have come so far 
For 
Peace and quiet

I am startled by 
The deer who rests 
     Beneath the porch
And leaves in a huff 
As my suitcase rolls overhead 

And trees -
There are maybe a 
     Million trees 
Which no one planted 
     But God 
Which no one waters 
     But God 

There is landscape here 
     -naturally occurring-
A person would pay a lot 
To have these boulders 
     Brought 
And the stream run through 
     A giant 
Pump. 

All this -
So my mind 
Can slow down 
And stop
Awhile 

To remember 
     What 
Is truely important . . .

Is that the dinner bell 
     I hear ?

They now have 
Wifi
And I brought 
An iPad 
So 
It's not nearly 
As quiet 
As it used to 
Be 






Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Priceless Treasures

How can one little truck 
Hold 
    So much stuff!!
It's like a time capsule
     In here . . .

Sand from the last trek
     To the beach 
And a few shells 
And rocks 
Why
Must I bring home rocks ? 
I have rocks, pebbles and stones
From sixty years gone -

My father 
Collected rocks -
     Also 
Carefully finding them 
- After we'd passed the 
     National Park 
     Sign -
One for each trip -
They are still at
     The old house 
     I'm sure 
They were as heavy
As he could comfortably lift 
So there 
They sit -
Too heavy for 
Me 

I'm more the pebble sort 
(Be careful to empty pockets
- before washing!)
I try to resist 
The urge 
I look away 
But I sometimes find 
The same one 
On the way back 
Saying,
     "Pick me, me!"

And I still haven't 
Really figured out 
     What to do 
With all these priceless
     Treasures

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Escape !

Planning again 
My escape 
For a few days - the trees 
Will 
Surround me 

There was is so much resistance 
To this 

And so far to go 

Resistance from others 
And myself  - wondering if 
It will be worth 
All the trouble and
Expense. 

But there is a part of me 
That sings
Yes, yes, 
It will be worth all the trouble 
And 
Expense 

To be able to get away 
From 
All the things 
Not done 

And the pressure cooker 
That is u
Dear . . .

To be alone 
With the friend 
To discover again 
The relationship with 
That -

Time to clean out
The truck!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Shamen

There is a fairie
Hiding here 
In 
The old mission church 

I can feel her 
Here 
Just barely peeking out 
From behind the pew

But she is a little  sad -
Not too many folks 
Know how to see and 
Perceive 
Her here

She is happy 
To be seen 
To be 
Perceived 
There is that little sparkle 
Around the edges 
That life 
Arising -
That bit of light 
Like
Tinkerbell

It's been awhile 
Since the Indian shamens
Were tamed 
And went away -

But today
We see 
That their 
Legacy 
Lives on 

If we but 
Look 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Drought

We've had as much rain 
As usual here

I've been here 60 plus 
     Years . . . 

Might it be the addition of 
Millions more 
People -
Condos, apartments,
And housing tracts ? 

Every build-able inch
Being built 
On 

Not everyone can live 
Everywhere
For if that 
Were true 
We'd all be 
In 
Beverly Hills 
I'm sure 

But then Beverly might look like 
Mumbai
( the RICH would rant 
And rave)

So 

It's raining now 
"They" will let it all 
Run into the sea

When every drop 
Should be caught 
But then "they" might 
     Have to 
Stop complaining 



Monday, April 6, 2015

The Easter Bunny

Happy Easter
Happy Spring
Happy World
To
Everyone

Not necessarily
     Even Spring
Everywhere . . .

Let us not be
Ethnocentric
Egocentric
Here

Why ?
Well -

As we can see
Too many people
Fighting
About too many
Things.

Our world is
Unhappy
About that
And
Pollution

World is unhappy
About
That, for sure,

So . . .
This Spring, Easter, or Fall
Let us all

Dedicate to peace
Read Lao Tsu
Meditate and cogitate
For just a few minutes even

Become one within this moment
Do
And I think we'll see
A change for the better-
For the world-

The Easter Bunny
Will thank you


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Questions . . . ? . . .

Why don't I remember
To sit 
With the 
Infinite . . . ?
     More often 

The world 
And all its stuff
Just -
Too
Distracting !

When I do -
I remember -
That this is 
What I 
Want to do.
     and all my 
Questions 
     About everything 
Begin to fade -
     They become grey 
And transparent 
     And then like smoke 
They blow 
     Away