Friday, May 29, 2020

salted with sorrow,
spiced with happiness,
a new day begins

Thursday, May 28, 2020

embroidering life
with the threads of happiness
and tears - my patch quilt

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

when the sadness comes,
stay with it and hold its hand
until it is ready to walk away
with peace

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

stop touching the wound
or it will never heal - let
the scar tissue build -
love unreciprocated -
stop picking at the thoughts

Monday, May 25, 2020

bon voyage my friend
for I may never see you
again - I miss you

Sunday, May 24, 2020

trolls hiding behind
their screens throwing bile - don't bite
and feed their ego

Saturday, May 23, 2020

thinking of something to
write - I try too hard - empty
page and empty mind

Friday, May 22, 2020

the conversation
drifts to a halt, tomorrow
we will start again

Thursday, May 21, 2020

sitting on the floor
cross legged, my back against
the wall, breathe, my mind
riots and flows with a stream
of thoughts and sometimes slows, as
the mud settles in the pool
here I am again,
the empty page before me,
maybe tomorrow

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

the birds are singing
and my window is open -
early morning peace

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

compared to the Earth,
to the solar system,
to the spiral arm,
to the galaxy,
to the galactic cluster,
to the galactic super-cluster,
I am so tiny,
a conscious speck amidst deep time,
(and deep time is from here
to the Victorian Age,
the Romans,
the Stone Age,
the first primates,
the dinosaurs,
the Cambrian,
single cell life,
Earth formation,
our Galaxy,
the early stars,
the Big Bang)
this now is so rare a thing
so precious beyond gold or diamonds

I breathe in star remnants,
Nitrogen, Oxygen and a touch
of Hydrogen (and others)
I am in awe
the solar system
a speck in the galaxy,
and the universe

Monday, May 18, 2020

little by little
two steps forward, one step back,
my self esteem life

Sunday, May 17, 2020

I light the incense
and watch the smoke coil into
the air - life and death

Saturday, May 16, 2020

no inspiration
so just plod and work and hope
tomorrow repeat

Friday, May 15, 2020

of course
everything is ultimately
Does that make
everything futile?

Perhaps in a sense.
Yet the journey,
always the journey

from supernova dust
to DNA dancing, (and life, life, life)

to the Heat Death of the Universe.

We each surf our
wave of now.

I float down the river backwards,
I see memory,
I glimpse the now,
and the future?

To me it is lost in a geography
of physics.
Fixed and unknowable
or something more strange,
the future is
an ellipsis.

the point of living
of course
is love
to me that seems obvious

yet I think too much
I'm Eeyore on his back
floating downstream
of course
everything is ultimately
but that misses the point,
the point
of course
being love
travel to the beach
from the confines of your mind
close your eyes - enjoy

Thursday, May 14, 2020

little by little
the morning rises - blue skies
and sunshine in Spring

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

the ingredients
of a peaceful life - focus
on simplicity

spice with a little chaos
to keep things interesting
look for balance
let go
be kind
enjoy friendships

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

let go, let her go,
let go, let go, let her go,
unrequited love

Monday, May 11, 2020

little by little,
glaciers move, day begins,
and life evolves - change

sometimes there are
earth quakes and
paradigm shifts
but mostly
wearing away the mountain

Sunday, May 10, 2020

life under lockdown
finding peace and quiet within
despite the virus

Saturday, May 9, 2020

to go through the storm,
to undergo a sea change,
to find inside
compassion for myself,
to find inside
the sea and the beach
I can walk upon in peace,
to look out at the world
and at the stars
with sun washed eyes.
I did not die.
I clung to the raft
and with help survived.
I see the world now
through a lens of dappled ocean light, mostly.
there is only love
to save us from the abyss,
and hope, always hope.

Friday, May 8, 2020

from star dust we came
to star dust we will go - find
some love in between

Thursday, May 7, 2020

stream of consciousness
flowing towards the ocean
to become diffuse

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

I saw you briefly -
my raft on the sea of dreams
then drifted away

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

shadows on the wall
memories of yesterday
burn away like dew

Monday, May 4, 2020

my week - a blank page
which I try to fill with some

Sunday, May 3, 2020

the fifty-seven
stars, that help me navigate
my dreams, lost from sight
on my bed, my raft
on the sea of dreams, it breaks -
reality dawns

Saturday, May 2, 2020

there is a silence
within, if we can find it,
between the heart beats

Friday, May 1, 2020

little by little
trying not to run through life -
grasping at the now