28 July 2008
27 July 2008
state of grace
There is a state of grace
Which exists between new lovers...
Until one of you breaks the spell.
Before that subtle change,
All is holy and all is sung;
A clever, quiet harmony
With a movement so pale,
You would miss it
If you looked askance.
The merge and the symmetry
Give rise to the natural healing,
To quiet the natural pain.
This succulent moment
Is a tender mercy
In our harsh world, so
Cherish this offering,
Which is given
By each to the other.
Hold it to your chest and breathe,
For you are so briefly gifted,
And so quickly deprived.
26 July 2008
where the hell is matt? 2008
quote: buddha
25 July 2008
quote: samuel johnson
24 July 2008
23 July 2008
quote: william james
22 July 2008
quote: buddha
20 July 2008
60 second meditation
19 July 2008
quote: theodore roethke
arrhythmias
My heart is dancing inside my chest, waltzing her desire to leave this life. Beating my individual rhythm, she has been always my dependable inner drummer, but now she seems to be questioning her role, or maybe she's just improvising, like a drummer learning a new song. Heartbeats, like breathing, are easy to take for granted, until they take their own path: you turn one way, they turn another. Suddenly, they become the center of your thoughtful universe, occupying a weighted portion of your unconscious concern. No matter. So much is beyond our control. I will dance with my heart, and do what I can, but once again I am reminded that I am only a temporary visitor to this life. All I can do is watch my remaining sunrises and sunsets, give thanks, and accept What Will Be.
quote: buddha
16 July 2008
15 July 2008
dancing
Movement as solid as the earth and
As light as laughter in the wind
Turning and circling in a
Ticklish dervish wisdom
Bowing to the archetypal melody
Birthed from the collective unconscious
Lost in the trance
Leave me alone
I am dancing with God
12 July 2008
yes
I shy smile
Sad and wary
You lost forgotten
Your way
Home
I’m here
Over here
Vanilla candlelight
And clean sheets
Sleeping dreaming
Waking dawn
Quietly
Loved
And lifted
Tell me
Teach me
God’s word on
Wings of birds
His answer:
Yes
10 July 2008
see me
See me
They don’t see me
I watch them,
Not seeing me
You didn’t see me then, and
They don’t see me now
Apparently here
To see, unseen
Drawn by glow
And see them all
quote: john f. kennedy
09 July 2008
08 July 2008
earth, as seen from our moon
some prayers are answered
07 July 2008
each day
Each day, the sun arouses
In me the living moment;
And daily the sun descends
Into a marvelous wonder.
Emboldened by the sun’s arrival,
I venture forth to face my wage,
Followed down my lively path
By her bright and fair illumination.
Briefly purchased, and too soon
The precious day is done:
Another leaf torn from the pages
Of my unknowable, unfinished book.
05 July 2008
04 July 2008
03 July 2008
celestial ribbon
02 July 2008
one hundred human years
Each tiny break
In her chain: a memory,
Etched in bone.
Carried forward,
Even when
She’d rather not.
Try to forget:
She can’t.
Try to remember:
It’s gone somewhere, but
Written upon her beautiful face,
And a little dismay.
Alone in a home,
Disowned by the younger;
Now cared for by strangers.
I watch her stare
Out the dining room window;
Letting the rain into
Her quiet, routine life of
One hundred human years.
Patiently waiting,
Watching,
Breathing,
Being.