Was rolling through a new playlist of slow songs on my ipod before settling down to sit today. A line from Keep Rollin, a Scott Cook song, stood out for me. Don’t think I’d ever really heard it before: life keeps widening and deepening. Continue reading
Wow.
Well yesterday was a big deal. Broke 10,000 views on my website last night. Still trying to settle after all that excitement. Not only is 10,000 just a big number (it’s frickin’ HUGE!!!) but it’s special too.
In Chinese culture 10,000 is a myriad, and has connotations of infinite and powerful. Continue reading
Garden at twilight.
Everything pruned back
cleared out.
No barren wasteland.
There’s fecundity
in this emptiness.
Seemingly harsh cuts
make room to grow.
Resting
in a space
of gratitude
for the sharp edge
of shears.
I generally try and post original poems, but this one by Czeslaw Milosz really got to me, and seems to fit in with the themes of acceptance and gratitude that have been rolling around this site the last few weeks. I thought I’d post it and see where the poetic conversation went, maybe even post a poem in reply myself.
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The Gift
A day so happy.
The fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to posses.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
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Taken from: Risking Everything – 110 Poems of Love and Revelation edited by Roger Housden
It’s all about perception.
Case One: Walking down by the river with my nephew, goose poop everywhere. I think, “What a frickin mess! You can hardly walk through this shit.” – literally. My nephew shouts: “It’s a maze!” and starts weaving along the path doing a goose-poop slalom. It’s all in how you see it.
Case Two: I’ve been: a) hanging out with highly trained professionals chatting about things like the law of diminishing returns and thermodynamics and b) trying to build a writing career in a world of literaries, journalists, and media gurus. I think perhaps I am a total clueless rookie idiot completely faking it in a world I feel grossly unqualified to be in. The secret truth… Continue reading
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