What do you see?

Come take my hand and walk with me for a while.
Do you see the mountains and their majestic beauty?
The sea and its vastness?
What do you think?


Ponder the face of your beloved.
What do you feel?


Come, over there sits the beggar
Asking for alms.
Look into the eyes.
What do you see?


"
Myself," you reply.
"My child, you understand."


Comments: My what a different world it would be if this noble truth was followed.


A Child of Eternity

Peer into the deep abyss on a crisp clear evening.
The specks of light
....have traveled for years,
....some for millennia,
....permitting you to view
....these twinkling pearls of frozen time.
How many of these majestic heavenly bodies
....are already cosmic mirages,
....having ceased their cycle of life giving warmth –
....collapsed into an all-consuming black hole?
How many others have emerged and expanded
....creating new life and new dreams?

As you stare at this greatest masterpiece,
....with each breath
....you inhale the atoms of the universe,
....the ones that have been with us
....since the beginning.
Can you feel the mystery, the unity,
....the energy that creates us?
You should
....for you are a child of eternity.


Comments: This poem is a bit mystical. I will let you discover your own interpretation.

Pictures in the below section are from Schnormeier Gardens

Evolution

Sipping
....the fruitful flavors
....from ambrosia tea,
....the inward music
....begins to flow.

My fingers itch
....as I pick up my uke
....and start to strum.

The initial dissonance becomes harmony.
Harmony becomes pleasure.
Pleasure becomes laughter.
And laughter becomes music.

Comments: During one morning of quiet time, the above began to happen. The only poetic license taken was the harmony of the uke. I am just learning so the laughter was more about how much I still have to learn before I can say, "Yes, I play the ukulele."

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Lo...

Lo that I could
....walk across the seas
....and see all the adventures
....that lay before me.

Lo that I could
....lie in bed
....and dream dreams
....so fulfilling
....that all are fed.

Lo that my hand
....was a magic wand
....with a wave and a swish
....wars would cease
....and all is calm.

Alas, I am but
....a mere mortal man
....where flaws abound
....with little magic
....within my realm.

Instead I must
....live and act
....in ways
....as if those powers
....reside within my day.

Comments: As individuals, we often underestimate the power we have. History is filled with individuals who decided to make a difference, whether among the people with whom they came into contact or as in the case of Ghandi, impacted the world.

Note the frog sculpture

The Schnormeiers have had some of the world's best sculptures
create images of animal life throughout the gardens.

Wolves running wild in the Woodlands Garden
A friendly face to greet you as you enter the Woodlands Garden

.....Returning

.....Can we live our dreams
.........every day of our lives?
.....Must we return
.........to the cold of reality
.........where no longer
.........the palms wave
.........or the roar of the ocean is heard?
.....There, the blanket of white.
.........covers the earth,
.........and the chill of the air
.........raises goose bumps upon the flesh.

.....Do we not comprehend
.........that in this bleak state of existence
.........dreams can thaw the land
.........and return the soul to the balmy shore
.........where freedom abounds?

...Comments: Another poem on a favorite topic, keeping dreams alive and the ...power they hold. As I age, I meet more and more individuals who are simply ...existing. The bright twinkle in the eye no longer glows. Death simply arrives ...early.

.....The Circle

.....The bubbling brook sings
..........despite the heat of the day
..........or the blanket of snow.

.....Monarchs fly
..........their marathon
..........below sunny skies
..........and through devastating storms.

.....Grizzlies devour their prey
..........fearing only
..........the two-legged mammal.
.....With the arrival of winter
..........the long sleep begins.

.....Humans are born.
.....Some rise and others fall.
.....All laugh and all cry.
.....Death claims everyone.

.....A star glows
..........offering life
..........to distant planets.
.....It too fades into darkness,
..........leaving only a black hole.

.....All serve their purpose.

.....Comments: None necessary.

.....Lives Forever Touched

.....Lives are touched daily
...........leaving imprints –
...........some so intense,
...........we are branded
...........with permanent marks.
.....A few blacken our soul
...........transporting us
...........to the depths of despair.
.....Others bless our day
...........not with welts
...........but with a golden sheen
...........enriching our lives –
...........staying forever.
.....Ponder and ask,
...........what kind of brands
...........are you leaving?

.....Comment: I wrote this poem during my first visit to my meditation room .....following my second heart surgery.

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