These Days
These days I think about all the things I forgot to do
These days I think about all the things I forgot to say
so I’ll say it now, I love you.
Category: Letting Go & Holding On
These poems express our human struggle with our need for control. When can we ask for or hold our position versus letting go and “trusting the process.” At the heart of these poems is an indication towards learning how to trust. Trust ourselves, others and “a power greater then our self.” How do we “practice trust?” A daily mindful practice is critical. Being vulnerable in relationships. And a prayer that offers a useful practice is the Serenity Prayer.
Trauma
Trauma lives in each of our childhood cells
It haunts our many moves
We fight or we flight…but no more
We have love inside
Risk it all
Go deep in your soul
Heal these cells
Truths
We each have a world of truths floating inside ourselves.
And I wonder? Is there any human capable of hearing them and holding them?
If so, that would be love.
Art by Murakami Tsuji
A Perfect Storm
It was a perfect storm.
Each part of life aligned and designed to collide
An eruption of forces drives down through the sea
Triggering a tsunami of upheaval
Reaching for control to lessen the force
of the pain as it comes faster and harder
Pounding against the walls built for safety
We should be OK, I should be OK
But should is not real
Wave after rolling wave, my soul patiently awaits
Taking with it one grain each moment
As I tumble into the sea
Drawn down into its depths, the dark salty sea fills my lungs
Each grain crunches between my teeth
Control slips away, floating slowly to the bottom as the sand
burst around me upon impact
It chokes me, fighting for breath, for life, not knowing where up is
The storm rages above, the darkness surrounds me in echoing silence
Somehow breathing, I rest finally
At the bottom I sleep, gently in the womb of mother earth
Her milk feeds my soul and I let go of all I gained
I let go of many I loved and
I sleep
In the darkness of wisdom and in the peace of the unknown
I sleep
A Feather in the Wind
My hand outstretched before me
A feather rests there in my open palm
Released in flight
It’s a mere hint of the heart of its creature
My fingers want to caress, savor, and treasure it but my heart will not allow it
It has no roots, no home, no owner; I would not know what to do with it
Other then wiping my brow with its insincere nature
To move, it will only blow away
To close my hand around, will only reveal how little there is
What can i do with what looks so beautiful on its surface but is dead inside
A feather in the wind is beautiful on its own
Learning from Depression
We can be neither evasive of the mystery nor invasive of the pain if we want to get through depression.
When we go through depression we must sit in its misery even when we long to run from its darkness.
The Greeks saw depression as a visitor who brought us a gift if we’re willing to entertain that visitor and not reject him or her.
Rejecting that visitor only makes him or her stay longer.
– dd 2010
How Did I Hurt You?
How did i hurt you?
Tell me…
…. and I will listen
Am I Human?
the wind has carved
me from a stone
hollowed me
like a reed
so I sleep
on cedar boughs
watch
the northern lights
I am powerless
there is only now
no push
no resistance
this living sutra
beauty is in simple things
beyond my control
far from the world
but in it
I do not know
if I am human
or I am the wind singing
or Jonah
inside the blue whale
Destiny
If you want to find your destiny, you must be willing to get rid of the life you planned or are planning, so as to have the life that is waiting for you.
This is simple to do as long as you’re willing to listen to your soul and then have the courage to follow it.
Who We Really Are
When we go into the depths of our heart and face the wonderful and painful truths that lie there, it’s then, and there, that we find our destiny, who we really are.
