Lost
without its moon
companion
Patience, little one
The moon dervishes
and orbits a reliable track
In no time
your paths will meet
again
cross-star lovers with
eons of Milky Way to travel
together
and never that far
apart.
Tag: path
The path to freedom
The path to freedom,
truth be told,
lies in the heart,
and in the letting go.
Though at times it may appear
disheveled and eroded
by river, brook and spring,
the path winds through.
Even through narrow trees and shrubs
surrounded by darkness and echo.
uncertainty looms as
decisions and choices are made.
Remember,
to embrace freedom
Listen and still the body,
Speak from the heart.
Our hands embrace
and we guide each other.
Our steps match in rhythm and stride.
A dance of truth and pure awareness
illuminates the paths unseen.
I listen to my heart
our hands let go
knowing there is safety here
in freedom.
The Forgotten Daughter
I was his child only
when it was convenient
To sweep into my life
once my Pepe was gone
To slam the door on his face
A grinned mustache, and dimpled cheeks
much like my own smile
I knew it was not to last
A temporary arrangement
until the burden and toils
a brood of offspring can bring
Much in his likeness
Quickly forgotten
And this is our path
a greeting and a ghost
a disappearance, a reappearance
Debris gathered onto the shore
carried by a great wave
discarded, unwanted
And I didn’t want to feel his desire
Only the attention of a loving father
and his doting daughter
not to be
in this lifetime
Come Celebrate with me
Come celebrate with me
as we walk down the path
to the meadow, to the sea,
to the sidewalk and asphalt
cracked, lush or barren.
There is beauty underfoot.
Step by step
one leads to one
surefooted or deeply rooted.
Come celebrate with me:
air in our lungs
a sound on the tip of our tongue
a warm smile
a steady hand of support
a sure-foot beat.
Together we stroll
down the well-grooved path.
At the temple gate
It is more than an entryway. It is a guidepost from the distance and leads to my heart. The path may be faint, Unremarkable even, But the path is illuminated. Stone by stone. Plate by plate. Gently I walk to the temple gate.
“There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way” Thich Nhat Hanh
If happiness had a clear, unambiguous course of travel, Would you follow it to the T? Would you not get distracted by what lies before you On the path as you travel to get there? Would you go by car? Perhaps that pace is too fast And one sideways glance away, you might miss The next mark on the road. I’d choose to go by foot. I imagine that happiness is like A hiking trail with blue square postmarks. Some are new and bright blue. They are easy to decipher. Along the more difficult terrain, The marks may be dull and faded. Can we trust that we are being led to happiness? What means happiness to me May not be happiness to you. So we must have a clear definition of what is happiness Before we embark on this journey. Or perhaps it is the course of travel itself That illuminates the path to joy. Is happiness the end point?
I open the window of my heart
I accept the ever changing season. The pendulum swings From extreme heat to bitter cold. I accept that among the cosmos The entire planet is smaller than The dot in the letter i I matter. I belong here. I walk the earth gently. I smile upon those I greet On this shared path. I accept that this moment is fleeting. It always is. And then the next. I allow myself to fully accept that which is out of my control. I cannot make the icy wind chill go away Nor stop the tide from crashing onto the shore. And since the earth is but a dot, My comings and goings hardly go noticed And I accept that too. My very existence means the world To my family and friends And that I do not take for granted. When I feel surrounded by love For myself and others I open the window of my heart And let love in. Inspired by: “Close your eyes and open the window of your heart. Only when you have no more need for acceptance will everything you do be accepted.” RUMI
I walk gently
The white snowflakes Gently fall to the earth. They are big, fat and wet Sticking to the ground. They stick to each other. They cover and blanket the earth. I am unable to decipher their individual shape among the many crowded underfoot. I walk gently. The freshly fallen snow Pristine, untouched by another. I do not want to disturb the perfect symmetry of smooth white hugging the earth Masking and taking shape of whatever object they land on. I decide my path of travel to make an imprint A mark of life that is there Inhabiting this space Disturbing the untouched earth. I must walk on.
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