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“God is at home, it’s we who have gone out for a walk.”
Meister Eckhart
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Everest
Mt. Everest: free Bing Photos
“The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived”. The sentence has no qualifier. This moment now. Not two days ago or when that lottery ticket hits it’s impossible sequence of numbers. This moment now. Its one of those curious phrases that hangs in your brain on a coat rack of ideas. It has an odd potency like tea leaves read in the bottom of a cup. That phrase stands alone and crystal clear. This moment I am in right now is the best moment I have ever lived. Seriously, if that doesn’t stop your train of thought even briefly at Main Street and Spruce nothing will. This moment now.
You have to dig deep when you embrace it. It doesn’t merely suggest your adventure is happening now, it’s saying unequivocally that your ship has left shore, the sails are full and your sword is fully polished in its haft. Not a journey that’ll start with the promotion you’ve been vying for or the relationship you’ve been hungry to have. Whatever your luck, good, bad, indifferent it’s the best possible circumstances unfolding for you right now to make your story your own. More than this it suggests that the secrets to all the mysteries lie in this ridiculously loud, chaotic, poor, wealthy, busy, mundane, habitual, silent, lonely life you lead. “The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived” is the genie in the bottle. The diamond found in a cardboard box. It’s Everest.
Breaking Free: Haiku IV
Image re-posted from Enchanted Nature Facebook page.
Breaking chains that bind
Waiting on a free man’s sun
Faith in adventure
Quicksilver
Image re-posted from Enchanted Nature Facebook page
Quicksilver glistening
To night eye of
Iridescent trails
In an ebony and indigo wood
Shimmering bark
Drips to worn paths
Made rivers of
An even deeper blue
Moon glow fills
A darkened soul
Bright as
Phosphorescent
Jellyfish in a
Black sea
Coyotes yelp
Plaintive calls across a field
Tricksters of the
Night kingdom
Romanced like I
To sing by silvery
Light
Silent Revolution
Image and quote re-posted from Meditation Masters Facebook page
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.” ~ Jim Morrison
Let Them Run
Image re-posted from Enchanted Nature’s Facebook page
I want freedom. Freedom from a tongue bound by convention. Freedom of thought that need not be harnessed back like horses wild. Let them run, I say. I want freedom of time that has no tick. No deadline. It belongs only to me. I am the boss who’s burning that midnight oil for inventions that build a life. My life. I want freedom of style as I slip on skinny jeans, GoGo boots and too much eyeliner. I want freedom of money, mullah, bank, green dogs braying with a jingling, jangling pick me up off my sad ass, hard times, hard luck self. I want freedom of space. Open plaines and wind swept deserts. Where I can walk a mile or ten in my crusty, beat up hikers and no one holds my line to any destination I desire. I want freedom of heart. Open it up wide as a storm gray clam glistening with sea water and pearls, while it still holds the grit I earned honestly. I want the freedom to love you. Love you as I take you into my skin, bury you deep in my belly and warm you up like mama’s stew. I want the freedom to open myself to possibilities and disaster. Good times and crazy adventure. I want freedom that only a bird knows. Alone, in a winter wood, with nothing but silence and every branch I own.
Work in progress from The Writing Church Writer’s group hosted by Marj Hahne, Boulder, CO. Inspired by the poem “What Do Women Want” by Kim Addonizio
Masted Ship
Bing free stock photos
Your mistakes are your discoverer’s map. The means upon which you travel all seas ahead. You are no yeoman peeling potatoes in the galley. You are the captain and master of your vessel. All captains must know the feeling of beaching their vessel, losing their north star, struggling against the sea to hold the rudder on course to truly know the art of navigation. You must be willing to stand with a spent sail, no wind and no discernible idea where you are to develop the talents for finding your way home. This is how you come to feel deeply your metal.
To flay your heart, a tuna on the deck for the mere miss of a red light, a promotion not received, a misspoke word, or the bus not caught is to spend your life little more than the tie man grabbing the lines of other’s ships pulling into your port. We treat our sacred selves as slaves captured on lone islands doomed to a life of servitude, our light little more than a flicker. See more broadly not merely the horizon you travel toward, but the very helm upon which you stand. Your spirit is not in the dinghy. Regardless what your mind deceives you with as you look in the mirror, be assured. Your divine light is on a great masted ship and your sails are full.
Hunger
Image extracted from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page
A great hunger in the heart
Deep in cavernous chest
Pounding drums I hear
Binding me to lover’s quest
No fear of the longing
No weakness in the bones
Courage like a bow
Strung tight, arrow honed
All cells line up
Along a magnetic field
I am the compass pointing north
My love I wield
Awakening a memory
Forgotten in all but a dream
Leaving an illusion
Nothing is as it seems
Passion is the blood water
That traverses the river vessels true
Flooding the body hot
A mind awash with your hues
Pulse racing, sweat pooling
Canyon lands laid bare
A tempo to be sated
In dark hours, boundless to share
The scent lingers on the skin
Hand rests lazy on the breast
Warm are the muscles, mingled
Ah my love I now must rest
Balance of Off: Photo poem 13
Run Off: Photo montage by Noelle
This is a composite piece from a photo I took of sprinkler run off, layered with spliced sections of two poster paintings. One from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page and the other from Hippie Peace Freaks Facebook page completing the collage.
It is clear I long for balance, as each piece has a composition that embraces balance and harmony. Balance, proportion and color bring a sense of forward motion and ignite a creative hunger.
Yet, there is also a need for bits of asymmetry. Pieces that are slightly off center that bring the piece into a different kind of harmony and nurture creative innovation. An expansion that moves beyond yourself into larger views. I call it the balance of “off”. A tension that comes from being at a harmonious odd with the world around you. It is the threads in the tapestry intentionally mis-woven. The grace that comes with imperfection and the uniqueness that can only be found in what is slightly off the beaten trail.
Each person needs to find their way and I will merely pose here that the “Balance of Off” is a potent and surprisingly harmonious path to take. The Chinese understood this as yin-yang and sought it out in the balancing of their homes and lives. Apparently, I seek this too, both without and within.
Boys of Summer: Photo Poem, Episode I
The Fisher Boys: Photo by Noelle
Meditation Travelogue 
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