Category Archives for "Poetry & Prose"
This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may […]Continue reading
Laughter and love change my mistaken supposition of surface reality. Cleansing perception with peals of laughter, naked truth remains. Boundless love wraps each moment simply and securely. Chaos and confusion proclaim wanton surrender at the sumptuous feast of my beloved’s banquet. Doubt no longer rules my sacred inner chamber. Love proclaims its sovereignty in the […]Continue reading
When I let go of worry passionate wonder peaks, Loving me in blissful remembrance. Freedom seeps and soaks my thirsty skin, quenching my natural yearning for movement What’s true seeks my senses… all wrapped up in ordinary treasures. I awaken to find it was easier, than even I intended.Continue reading
And now I write… No longer hesitating, holding on, or in to what I thought should be but boldly declaring what is A word escapes from a rampant thought, giving rise to a delicious dawning I honor every stroke every edit Self expression cloaks the evolution of amness Worthy of being Worthy of freeing Worthy […]Continue reading
This writing was inspired by a Daily Om message sent by my friend and colleague Paula D’Andrea. Paula and I are also writers and often share our writing with one another. She has been an extraordinary inspiration of late, to further explore and excavate my inner terrain. Thank you, Paula! The message reminded me of […]Continue reading
Are you sad and blue? There’s an app for that Called laughter Are you lonely or lonesome? There’s an app for that Called singing your song Are you shy and afraid? There’s an app for that Called dancing your dance. There’s an app that makes the other apps work faster and easier It’s a knowing […]Continue reading
Being alone in a crowd. People dance, They jump for joy. Where am I? Off in the distance, on the sidelines What holds me back, has me not want to participate? All the “rules” I impose on myself. What rules are there about dancing? What holds me back? Making a “fool” of myself? What is […]Continue reading