For Erika

Schollenberger Park, Petaluma

The empress walked with them through the forest.
Gladness and goodwill became one.
Then she walked on.
Mists from mornings of life and light
Thoughts she spread to our delight.
Sadness held, as sadness is
Goodwill and gladness move it on.
Dark of night now light of day
Held in morning’s inspiration.
Looking for the right thing to say

Stones on the ground

191013 Bantam Scenes (35)

A garden of memories
On the ground beneath a tree
Stones from places
That were found
As a life moved all around
Stones that hold
The places seen
Rocks form beauty
Through shine and sheen
To go back once more
Is beyond the realm
So memories are what can be held

Love and loss resting there
Mists of thoughts and long since cares
The heart and mind still hold
The space
But stones on the ground also have
Their place.

Late afternoon sun

A hawk in the sun
floating on the late afternoon breeze
glides on by

From the past
a memory lost
slides back into thoughts

Wings of the hawk
Brown and white
shining in the afternoon light

holding hope
of gliding
anywhere there is to go

Memories don’t work like that
they go where they have been
they take the mind on a delirious spin

and hawks
and late afternoon sun

Wonder haiku

Wonder that impacts
ingenious incitement
is superior

The old man santa and the astronaut

The old man santa and the astronaut set off on a trip to see the Washington monument
Along the way they rambled in a canoe across the space to see Saint Gerard
Onward the candle and the feather
Onward washed out wood.
Would you know when to stop burning the candle or snuffing it out?
Old man santa and the astronaut turned to the Northwest
and came across the wooden monument and the volcano hawk.
Monuments of wood and metal and chance
Chance to look for a new thing
with the astronaut and the old santa man

The only

sun setting

The only thing I can change is myself
There is only one thing
The eyes let in the light
The light lets in the being
Union is the moment
Now is the time
The temple is released back into universal soul
Fears bind us
One moment we all will die
Our death riding on our shoulder has already arrived
Going from darkness to light
We come to go
This is just another step
To a wider perspective
Living is the journey through to being
What you are fundamentally
Does not belong to time
Once we master death there is no longer fear
Going forward and letting go
Trusting what you have done all your life
We are born to learn how to die
We only carry consciousness across the river
All we are leaving behind is a body
All those things we cannot see
Are all the things we cannot measure
Are all the things that matter
Being quiet in one way or another
Is part of each of us
There is not a better something
There is union
Unity became separateness
In order to create individuality
In order to return to unity
Thought and kindness are the path
Serving others, you can find yourself
Take part in the world
To hold happiness
Move to union in letting go of happiness
And the breath returns the ultimate joy
Nothing can bring you happiness
Because you have it already
Your experiences are all you have
Without a past and without the future
All the present moments are the experiences
Which are the reality
In you
You have to live in the world
And know you are not of the world
The whole world is inside of us
The still small spirit

Inspired by On Yoga: The Architecture of Peace
A film by Michael O’Neill (Netflix)

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