Drops in the river – Lagunitas

Posted by Gerry on November 22nd, 2013

Life like a river of being
Lives like water
flowing past my place in the river
Dark stories
Eddies of grief and need.
Do I offer a genuine harbor
Or a weak line tied to a branch?

Lives bounce on little waves
Keeping heads above the water
That’s all it takes sometimes
But when can they paddle to the edge
To stand and rest as the river flows past?

I’ve got a little extra to offer
Something unexpected
Here is a float to hold
Here is a paddle if you are lucky enough to have a craft

Without a boat
We are bobbing in the river of life.
When we fall below the surface
Gasping

Wondering if it’s worth the effort
Will anyone throw a life raft?
We grasp as if for a floating log
Help me hold onto a branch
To keep from being swept away.
Help me
Help me

Lives like water flowing past
Fast and rough
Slow and placid
Water, ever flowing
Like life
Like wind
Like thoughts

Are we swimmers or are we flotsam?

We’re all paddling toward another shore

Mist off the water as a new day dawns
It obscures our fates
As it awaits the mid day sun

Lives like water
Drops in the river
Flow down to the ocean of being
That is all being
As the river changes the life
The life in turn changes the river.
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Looking out to the east

Posted by Gerry on November 13th, 2013

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Photo by Andy Berg http://www.flickr.com/photos/akad

Looking out to the east
As color fades from pink to gray
Having gone to the edge of the continent
On the western edge of the great north America
The tide was out
Exposing what lies beneath
Perhaps there are lies beneath
Exposed by the thrusts of the geological crusts
Over the long time
and the now
The blowing winds
and waves crashing down
on lies
Until truth is exposed
But who was there to see it?
The ravens have their dance of flight
Paired off in their playful riffs
The truth is exposed
But they don’t care
Their truth is in fields and forest
The lone tern or the seagull flock
Stand on the windswept shore.
They stand near that truth
But are oblivious to it
The lone man
Observes the truth
In the light of a late day
And doesn’t know what to do with it either.

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My mysticism
Lies deep down under the sea
of reality

This place has a mystical air


The way of the world is the blessings we bestow

Posted by Gerry on November 2nd, 2013

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The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

The great sages and lesser minds
Down through time
Have pondered
The way the world works.

They ask the powers of the universe,
Or each other,
Why things are the way they are.

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

It is our nature
Passed down through thousands of generations
To wonder why.

Why did this happen to me?
Why did this happen to those I care about?
Why were my opponents not stopped in opposing me?
Why does disease and hardship and struggle persist?

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other

The answers to all our inquiries
Are inevitably incomplete.
However, how well we see the world
And our place in it
Is defined by the constellation
of goodness and support we get from each other.

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

You may not realize
How much you helped me.
I may not realize that what I did,
Or said,
Or did not say,
Was just what you needed
Right there, in that moment.

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

Oh, my dear friends,
And casual acquaintances,
And wonderful people
You have taught me
That I do not stand alone.

I do not grieve alone.
I do not struggle alone.
I do not cry alone.
I do not laugh alone.
I do not sigh alone.

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

You,
My friends,
My wife’s friends,
My sons’ friends,
My friends I have not met
My friends of days gone past,
You give me blessings.
Thus you and I
Move through the world
Much stronger,
Much better,
Much more at peace.

Hence, I know,
The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

You don’t take away my sadness
You share my sadness.
You don’t end my loneliness
You make my loneliness more bearable.
You don’t miss my laughter
You restore my ability to laugh.
You don’t negate my perceptions
You validate my perceptions and make the world clearer.
You don’t question my beliefs,
Nor do you have to share my beliefs,
You hold a space for me to have my beliefs.
And share them with you.

In this last part, I see,
I could be talking about teachers and students.
I could be talking about educational professionals.
I could be talking about leaders and staff.
I could be talking about a parent and child.
I could be talking about you.

The way of the world
Is the blessings we bestow
Upon each other.

“Sent from the top of the world.”

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Old Napa High School building (1921)
photo by James Lin http://www.flickr.com/photos/jlin45d/


Orion returns in the Fall

Posted by Gerry on November 2nd, 2013

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The sky does not change
Like the earthly dwellers do
Orion still runs
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Orion at dawn
Moving across a dark sky
Lifts my lonely heart
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Misty morning fog
Like a mind’s sadness and grief
Dissipates slowly
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Orion does the
Same thing every day, running
Why can’t I do that?
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Fall leaves