Monday, September 5, 2016

The Low Hum of Summer














The low hum of summer
escaping through the air
underpins each person's dreams
equally without artifice
or judgement

The summer vibration
has its own story
being told in its way through,
its own way through

And all of us fellow travelers
have already bought our tickets
The itinerary yet
to be told













Music comes
into the mind like a cricket
singing to herself

It almost seems too fragrant
this end of summer breeze
like the day before
your lover leaves for college
and you both gaze out the doorway
at the last rays



Monday, August 1, 2016

Arm Around a Tree


Reaching down to cup my hands underneath the suffering souls
Bringing them up into the light and holding them to my breast, cradling them,
Singing them lullabies
It’s what I want to do for the world
Is there anything else?  Is there really anything else?

I saw this tree yesterday
With its arm around another tree
Such a small arm around a big tree, and yet
Such a feeling of comfort
Even this small gesture

When there’s so much fear and danger
So much chaos and doom
When the utter meanness of the day can drag our branches
I want to be that small skinny arm
That offers solace

Monday, May 23, 2016

An IT Tech and a Buddhist Walk Into a Bar

If the path were straight,
We wouldn't need directions.
If the directions were clear,
We wouldn't need instruction.
For all those dead ends we followed, and all those wrong turns
Who can be blamed?  Not our spiritual advisors, surely.
Not our programmers.

If our chakras were in perfect balance,
Emotions would not impede.
If our cache was empty,
Then our expression would be serene.
If our limbs were arranged in rest and activity with equal ease
Then we would never stumble or get fatigued.
We would never get the hourglass.

A wise man says that obstacles are necessary
For greatness.
A wise woman believes there is nothing more beautiful
Than truth.
What we have and are in the now-eternal moment
Is preferable to all other states, say the server gods.

If only I could make myself stop spinning long enough
I could understand these facts,
Or perhaps I am an old-fashioned hard drive
With a failing motherboard.

Where do I turn in this mind and get an upgrade?
How do I switch out the program?
You are an ever-renewing human equivalent.
Just close your eyes and breathe.