Category: Poetry

  • Wondering Where the Lions Are

    Wondering Where the Lions Are

    A Great day to listen to Bruce Cockburn and wonder…?

    Give a listen

    wondering where the lions are

  • Night

    Night

    Came silently into my house

    Illuminating dark spaces

    The hidden, the forgotten, the not-known

     

    Night

    Put the mind to rest

    And bedded the heart

    In the still-point of rapture

     

    Night

    Kisses my face

    Until I am no more

    Than It

     
  • Spiritual Quotes on Change

     Top 10 Spiritual Quotes on Change

    SSpiritual Quotes Changepiritual quotes on change for those who want to change, don’t want to change or want others to change!

    Have you ever been asked for spare change? Did you happen to have some change to spare? I’m not taking coins here, I’m talking honest to goodness change – and not a coat of paint either. Real, authentic change is often challenging because it requires a break from the past.

    change or die spiritual quoteMany of us spend much, if not all, of our lives stuck in being the same person we were at 10 or 16 or 20 – with the exemptions of less hair, more weight, broken dreams, etc. One of the better books I have read on the subject of change is Change or Die – which has some insight on why many people choose to die instead of choosing to change.

    My father tells a story about a friend of his and my mother’s that got cancer. When it came time to decide on chemotherapy, she wasn’t sure about taking chemotherapy because she would lose all of her hair – which was a great pride to her.

    Here are a few quotes to ponder about change from a spiritual perspective – wait a sec – isn’t it all spiritual??

    • You must be the change you wish to see in the world. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
    • “One act of surrender, one change of heart, one leap of faith, can change your life forever.” -Robert Holden

    • “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.” ~Victor Frankl
    • “The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”- Alan Watts
    • “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” –  Dr. Wayne Dyer
    • “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” – Helen Keller
    • Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world. – Buddha
    • “Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.” – Dali Lama
    • “The first step toward change is acceptance.” “Once you accept yourself, you open the door to change. That’s all you have to do.” “Change is not something you do, it’s something you allow.”- Will Garcia
    • “You cannot change what is happening now so that you become yourself. You are already yourself; you just need to relax into it.” – A. H. Almaas

    Admit It and Change Everything  –  Rumi

    Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
    Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
    I do not know who I am.
    I am in astounded lucid confusion.

    I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
    And I am not even a Muslim.
    I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
    Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,

    Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
    My birthplace is placelessness,
    My sign to have and give no sign.
    You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose – they are not mine.

    I am the life of life.
    I am that cat, this stone, no one.
    I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
    I see and know all times and worlds,

    As one, one, always one.
    So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
    Admit it and change everything!
    This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.  

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  • Love is More a Taste or a Flavor

    The Mind will Never Figure Love Out

    loveI shared this poem with a couple of friends at the recent Diamond Approach Teacher’s Training. Prakash asked that I post it, so here it is.

    As for the title, the poem starts as a question, perspective and understanding follow, and it ends in surprise

    ?  .  !

    Here is something I don’t understand

    often love carries a brand

    Circle K or rocking bar

    defining whose or what we are

    A burn on the hip; a name off the lip

    possessiveness and ownership

    Some confine love to the head or the bed

    and try to improve it with something they’ve read

    Many believe that love can be given

    to and from it others feel driven

    Do you think we pick and choose

    that love is something we can use

    Something earned and often planned

    subject to payment on demand

    When love’s a commodity traded around

    it’s no fucking wonder it can’t be found

    It can’t be given or sent to a friend

    those thinking this are around the bend

    Our minds will never figure love out

    the paradoxes keep it in doubt

    Love is more a taste or a flavor

    making our life something to savor

    The seers and prophets down through the ages

    philosophers, magi, and even the sages

    Say love is the very fabric of life

    it can’t be divvied up with a knife

    It’s finer than silk or gossamer wings

    penetrating even the densest of things

    This includes you and certainly me

    and it isn’t subject to any decree

    Love is the Life, blood of the soul

    complete in itself, making all things whole

    Swelling the chest, melting the breast

    the heart’s beloved wandering guest

    A bee to the flower, a moth to flame

    blessing all with only one name

    O! that the selfish, lonely and cruel

    would come and steal this precious jewel

    The alchemy of this hoarded treasure

    transforms a man of any measure

    The strong go weak; the powerful meek

    the lamb and the lion dance cheek to cheek

    Revelers bathe in liquid moon shine

    hearts are drunk on rosewater wine

    Drunkards are dancing; children are prancing

    wounds and hearts the Guest is lancing

    The beat of the drum; the flute and its hum

    sweetens us up like a ripened plum

    Love cascades in a quiet crescendo

    opens the door and enters the window

    Love is an ester flooding the room

    making us all a bride and a groom

    No one is spared; nectar is shared

    more and more bosoms are being bared

    The heart is birthing; constantly mirthing

    the mystery, IT is unearthing

    Flickering light; darkening night

    curiosity quickens the heart’s delight

    The night is afire, a joyous choir

    an ecstatic dance within this pyre

    The fire dies down, we don a green gown

    deciding to take this party to town

    Smiles on our face, we spill from this place

    letting the children set the pace

    We make a great noise, disregard poise

    and giggle at all our conduct annoys

    The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

    will never again be our heartbreaker

    Love is no longer tied to a thought

    or seen as something that must be sought

    Love is what we’re never without

    regardless of all we’re bitching about

    So I hope these words in part convey

    Good God! I forgot what I started to say!!!

  • Heart’s Desire

    Heart’s Desire

    Heart's DesireOne day while in a downcast mood

    I walked in mountain solitude

    Absorbed within deep heartache

    Particular paths I did not take

    Late the hour on that day

    Recalling not footstep’s way

    When open eyes I could not keep

    Dreamlessly did I sleep

    Awakened by morning’s light

    Untold beauty awed my sight

    Alpine meadow sweet and fair

    Surely God’s very lair

    On every blade dew did glisten

    Choral birds bade me listen

    Such majesty in that place

    Heart’s response flushed my face

    Deep inner rhythms stirred my soul

    I lived complete within a whole

    The sun climbed high upon the sky

    Before my tears began to dry

    And as I rose to take my leave

    Once again, did I grieve

    To leave such beauty far behind

    Made no sense to the mind

    It begged a flower me to take

    Wanting one such small keepsake

    Gently from within my breast

    Loving words from the Guest

    To cast a ripple on this pool

    Would be the act of a fool

    True contact won’t fit a sack

    To be carried on your back

    Mind’s desire for history

    Is the living death of me

    Tomorrow today will be the past

    Your memory can’t make it last

    This moment holds a choice for you

    The options are only two

    Going back from whence you came

    Or heart’s desire if you’re game

    Though walking now on unknown ground

    A joyful magic I have found

    The mystery of that lair

    Heart reveals everywhere

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  • Come, come, whoever you are

    Rumi entreats us to come to the beloved

    I was at Esin Restaurant in Danville, CA last night having a glass of wine when Esin joined my dad and me. We got to sharing history and stories. I mentioned Rumi to Esin (she is from Turkey) and she said her mother read Rumi. Esin remembers her mother reciting these lines:

    Come, come, whoever you are.

    Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

    It doesn’t matter.

    Ours is not a caravan of despair.

    Come, even if you have broken your vow

    a thousand times

    Come, yet again, come, come.

    I asked Esin if she knew of Yunus Emre. She did and wanted to know how I knew of him.

    Don’t all lovers of the divine know of Yunus, Rumi, Hafiz, Rabia?

    Mystical Poets

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