Tuesday, November 30, 2021

A Twinkle in my Mind's Eye

 A Fictional Short Story:

On a fine, brisk, sun-filled Autumn day, after all my chores were completed, I found myself sitting quietly, enjoying a sweet-tasting banana, and gazing aimlessly through a window at the trees swaying in the afternoon light.  

Prior I had been sizing up my life, assessing my strengths and my weaknesses, thinking of loved ones, both living and passed, my string of failures and accomplishments, etc.  

As was usual, soon the dreaded existential angst of loneliness arrived, spoiling my moments of peaceful contemplative thought. I imagined myself falling to the floor, dramatically expiring from this life, ceasing to be, however that event did not occur. 

Instead, I had an entirely new thought, which surprised me.  I wondered if,  somewhere across this great Universe, another being was having this same feeling of angst as I was.

And I decided, yes, of course, surely there must be another.  I became quite curious. Clearly we could never communicate nor meet, with distance so unimaginably vast between us. 

Yet, it was such an easy leap for my mind to take, so I imagined mentally bonding with this unknown being whom I assumed existed somewhere out there.  This mental game had no immediate result and I quickly dropped it.

The next day, at the same time of day, this novel new thought recurred, and I played my mental game once again.

Day after day I repeated this folly.  A beacon in hunt of a receiver, ever hopeful of a return transmission. Surely it must be feasible.

I continued, accumulating months of this daily ritual, still with no result.

On a fresh Spring day, with bouts of rain showers, I noticed new growth of buds on the trees, and began to prepare myself for my daily thought experiment. I focused my mind on my state of loneliness and cast out my mental appeal.  

An immediate new feeling took hold of me, as if what I had imparted in my cast, returned in like fashion back to me, doubled and resonating within me. Call it an internal gong.

I fell to the floor, feeling a surge in my chest, then radiating up and down my spine, and soon filling me with electric delight tingling throughout every pathway of my body.  A cosmic ecstasy, an infinite time, though in reality, lasting only a few moments, before subsiding.

My mind and body felt entirely cleaned and pure. I could not speak, and only with much effort did I finally get up off the floor, and proceeded outside. To my surprise it was nightfall and the heavens were filled with stars and thin veils of the Milky Way.  A twinkling attracted my attention, close to the tip of one of Taurus’s horns. I could not take my eyes from that spot.

Then I knew that my ritual was no longer a child’s foolish game. I had reached across the Universe and found a kindred spirit. No longer would I feel alone.

Monday, August 30, 2021

Not just Mind

You are cast, with others, in a world
of earth, sky, and forces - ever moving in time.

Challenges, problems, misfortune,
temptations, sorrow, and loss will all arrive.
You will grow, wither and die. This is your lot.

You are simply Body, Mind, and Breath.
Used singly, they are sharp.
When paired, they go deep.
Joined together, they find perfection.

Do not neglect one for the other.
Use them together to solve, to create, to move, to express,
to love, to serve, to work, to praise, to grow,
and to live, in this world.

When you despair, get stuck, are thwarted or confused,
ask yourself:
“Am I using my tools together?”

Not just Mind.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Flowering

Flowering

No reason to weep, what’s done is done
The change you seek, has not yet come.

Sadness, gloom and deep despair
Are not the clothes for you to wear.

For in dark silence, there you’ll find
A hidden strength, deep in your mind.

An anchor, set, to help you through
To light the way, and comfort you.

Stand with courage, do not flee
Be the change, you wish to see.

Two-Ply Guy

Two-Ply Guy

He shouts,
“My horde, my gold, it lines my 12 shelves”, 
As the Earth jolts and unravels it all.

A plight arose unanticipated,
A future halted and frustrated,
Soon thy shelves will be vacated,
Faux security for the constipated.

Friday, October 16, 2020

Rhyme and Reason

A fat-jowled politician man came dancin’ into town
He said he came to save us, if we only came around
I listened to the plans he had, I tried with all my might
But my logic kept a’tellin’ me that something wasn’t right

The crowd all stood and cheered him on
They rallied and they cried
But I just shook my head around
For this I can’t abide.

For a man has only one life
A heart and mind to tend
A soul to bind him naturally
And help him to ascend

An inner voice a’callin
So sweet and so sublime 
To guide him thru the dangers
And point him in a line

Upon us is the season, and finally it’s the time
To exercise your reason, and send him with no rhyme.

To those who lost the battle, crying and afraid
Bring them a sweet welcome, let the anger fade
Give a little extra, turn another cheek
Lend a helping hand of love, and listen as they speak.

Let’s build this land together
Let’s blend our flags as one.
Let’s find a real greatness
As we step again as one.

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Stone Silence


Months of planning and saving,
And a few thousand miles,
Bringing me here to this very moment,
At a well known sacred site.

Here to this seat of stone,
To look upon the crumbling walls,
Pondering ancient words of wisdom,
Perhaps to experience the sublime.

Quiet pervades as the temperature soars,
Incessant insects drone and interfere,
Eyes wander, sweat drips, skin itches,
As mind desperately seeks an escape.

To go where?
A return to the security of home,
To plan and save all over again,
To note another defeat?

Body stretches and feels deep currents,
Mind notices and curiously follows,
Waves arise as the scene falls away.
A soft gaze widens the view.

Breath deepens and mind settles,
The view shifts and expands beyond,
Mind surrenders to the natural rhythm,
The sacred site finally reveals itself.

Friday, July 3, 2020

This Day


This day once was a dream -
     Turned ‘round, by mind, like a fine jewel.
      Filled with hopes, plans and fears.
      A newformed clay brick, set out in the sun.   

This day becomes today -
       Lived, in mind & body, with presence or without.
       Challenged every moment, to be or to be not.
       A self-made shelter, ‘neath the sun and sky.

This day will be a memory -
      Storied, through mind, both false and true.
      Conveniently remembered or forgotten.
      An old brick weathering in the wind.