THE EAST AGAIN

                     THE EAST AGAIN

                   Sunday morning surprise

                   woke at five

                   beheld low in eastern sky

                   a perfect parallelogram

                   quadrilateral, rhombus, kite.

                                 Jupiter

     crescent moon                                 Aldebaran

                                

                                Venus

 Wanted the world

 to see this celestial jewel,

 but whom could I call

 so early in the morning?

                            So left them

    undisturbed

    in dreamland

    and shared alone

    this lovely sight

         with all

    the lonely sailors

                    lost at sea.

                 July 15, 2012

SCHEDULE

       SCHEDULE

Woulda -coulda-shouldas:

one thing at a time,

planning our little lives

with much pomp

in every circumstance. 

Maybe we need

to let go, loosen up, relax.

With or without us

the world goes on:

sun shines, moon glows,

and Earth speeds through space

without our awareness.

     July 24, 2012

SKY

             

            SKY

Why is the sky more

beautiful these days? 

Enhanced perception of the viewer? 

Honed artistry of the painters? 

Don’t analyze;

just go outside

and gaze with gratitude

at the white puffs

and new blues

of a ceiling

the envy of Michelangelo.

    September 16, 2012

MEANING

      MEANING

What does it all mean?  

Nada, nada, nada. 

Nothing but Isness,

Big Is, always was, always will be,

and its infinite number of toys,

that last as long

as their batteries

can be recharged,

then back to the  nothingness

from which they came. 

This message, maybe,

came from Big Is,

who said,  “Write it down

before your pen runs dry.”

  September 11, 2012

ARE WE THERE YET?

               ARE WE THERE YET?

Not yet

and never will be

since the place you seek

is not on any map

as you continue down

the autobahn of craving

in search of El Dorado

            lured by the world’s false promises

and its insatiable greed for more.

No, not yet

and never will be

because, to quote Miss Stein,

there is no “there” there.

 

So turn around

and begin the long retreat

back to the beginning

in search of  inner richness,

core-self, authenticity, autochthony,

not there but here at last,

“out-Yessing” Molly Blum

in new-found ecstasy.

   September 11, 2012

AUTOBIOG

      AUTOBIOG

A diddle here, a daddle there

but couldn’t pull the trigger

neither to kill nor create

so carried on the long search

for what did not exist

until one day a voice said,

“Give it up, let it go, empty out

and maybe it will find you,”

and finally one day  it did : 

the fullness/emptiness of life within,

no more certitude, no more belief

just a balance of fraction and infinity.

    September 7, 2012

FROM CREATED TO CREATIVE

       FROM CREATED TO CREATIVE

How little we know

about ourselves

and even less

about others.

 

Advantage to the former

if we can only slow down,

turn off the static,

and listen

to the music within

that came

with the original package,

love it, live it,

and learn to respect

the unknown mystery

of all creation.

     September 5, 2012