Just saw a lady walk on by
She looked at me and she had to sigh
Looking up-and-down down askance
At my feet she gave a glance
You know it’s because….
I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meet
Some old guy came ambling by
He might have been kind of high
He laughed at me in my attire
He laughed so hard I had to admire
You know it’s because…
I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meet
Sometimes children call out with glee
As children will with their high de he
Heidi He and Heidi Ho
Hanging out with them is where I want to go
You know it’s because…
I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meet
The woman who loves me
She don’t care
Of my foibles she’s well aware
Dressing mode is just one more thing
Her loving man has got to sing
I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meet
From the depths of sadness Memory brings forth Moments of tenderness In dreams Realization In the moment That it is a dream Thus comfort becomes The knowledge that past tenderness Resides in the heart And wanders around the inner mind’s realm Memories of comfort Near the depths of the soul Touching <><><><><><><><><><> 12/07/14
With goodness in our hearts and sadness in our eyes we said goodbye
We had felt the depths and seen too much when we said goodbye
Strength can hold the heart aloft though tears in trials flow as we said goodbye
Time is healer of the heart Mind’s eye throws us back to when we said goodbye
Many hearts through fits and starts Have seen some better things as we said goodbye
Time does not erase our feelings and silent tears return sometimes to when we said goodbye
Holding goodness in our hearts as we gaze beyond when we said goodbye
<><><><><><><><><><> 09/17/17
Where it all began
Smiles and kisses
Dreams and schemes
Plans and hopes
Made up this thing
Random lucky breaks
And hard work and sweat
Smiles and kisses
Dreams and schemes
Happy children
Long days and sleepy nights
Words and looks
Things from books
Smiles and kisses
Dreams and schemes
Days of caring
Days of sharing
Lifetime legacy
After all this
Smiles and kisses
Dreams and schemes
Hopes and visions
Small changes
Big changes
Major setbacks
Lived through with grace and stamina
Smiles and kisses
Dreams
Dreams foregone and fulfilled
Schemes aplenty
But mostly simply
Being
Being together
Through all this
Smiles and kisses
Simple joys
Happy dinners
Sons all grown
All of them sharing
Smiles and kisses
Smiles and kisses
<><><><><><><><><><><><> 9/11/13
“It’s not about fighting. It’s about being.” Therese
It was a day like no other. Tears and fears manifest. Then recovery. Now peace, but pain. So much emotion and angst, even ten years later. My tears flow uncontrolled in joy and trepidation, even now.
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.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>05/23/20
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
memories
and hawks
and late afternoon sun
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>05/28/20
Wonder haiku
Wonder that impacts
ingenious incitement
is superior
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>06/04/20
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
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>03/20/20
Now I have to study the beat poets
Their tragedy and their disapprobation
Their bad beards and their worse breath
I would smell like that
if I smoked cigarettes like they did
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/30/20
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)
