Cardinals

I wait for the birds

Yesterday a pair of cardinals

stayed at the feeder

They sat upon the perch

The male fed his bride

There they sat 

as though nothing else

in the world existed

Nothing else did

Como

How do you empty a mind of its thoughts

How do you you empty a mind of its worries

How do you find peace in modernity's noise

How do you still the waves of the storm

You seek answers from the world

Have you considered the answers

to be residing within

In stillness is peace

These early hours sing for you

Let them 

Shut Up. Listen.

I am not sure what I should write so I start writing because

writing for it's own sake is enough. These days are coming,

these days are going, you watch it as you live it. Your thoughts

move and shift like clouds. What does this new shape mean?

Must it mean anything? There is so much in my life I have

forgotten. There is so much in my life I have yet to live.

There is an infinite number of ways to still change. What 

will I do with this information? Is it possible to embrace

the impossibilities of what I wish to accomplish with this time?

Why must husbands and wives disagree? Would agreeing 

all the time be preferable? Are these both the same problem

in different guises? You wish to know peace. Where are you

looking? Are you looking in the outer world? Are you looking

to conquer outer space? Have you considered an inner gaze?

Do not fret at making everything cohesive. Not everything

is meant to be held forever. Not everything is meant to make

sense. Embrace duality. Embrace contradiction. There is space

enough within. Do not dwell too deeply on past mistakes. Let

them be. Know that was you then. It does not have to be who

you are now. You are growth and change. The pains of growing

into new skin are never easy. You will feel relief soon. Listen.

Just shut up and listen. Sometimes that is the most important

thing you or anyone else can do. Shut up. Listen. 

A Good Man

Speak well of a dead man

Speak well of a dead man 

who was a good man

Are we lesser for having 

lost him

Are we more for having

had him

Yes, child. Yes.

Early Summer

What they say is true

You have to die a few times

before you really start living

I have lived long enough 

to start seeing the patterns

in my thoughts and actions

almost as clearly as strata

in a canyon

I am not as unique as 

I once thought

I am as human as you

I am as human as 

everyone that has come before

Memories

Old pictures

Music from another time

These things at once part 

of me and yet separate from 

who I have become

How much younger we were

How much older we are now

Everything as it should be

Everything as we chose

Divination

Have you wondered about your dreams?

Have you wondered why they disappear

into the mists of morning?

Why do dreams not linger longer than

mere minutes?

Is it necessary for us to dream?

What are we seeing?

What are we living in this state?

It is much too pervasive

to be nothing more than nothing.

There is something.

There is some reason.

We cannot explain away 

everything in this world 

through reason alone.

My mind wonders.

My mind wanders.

What could it be?

I could tell you what I think

but you'd be right to disregard me.

Perhaps I should let you wonder.

This dreaming will not leave us.

It will move with us through 

states of life, showing us 

what must be shown.

Divine meaning from images.

Read the lines in your palms.

Read the leaves in your tea.

You will be closer

than you have ever been. 

There is joy

There is happiness

in all the small things

in our lives 

Rise early

Wait for the Sun

Greet it 

Ready yourself

for a new day

How much potential

is there in wait

What will you do

with this one

beautiful day

Watching / Writing

Watch your thoughts as they pass

Let them go

Release them

No feeling is final

You are water

There is always much to learn

and relearn over and over

Life is made of endless lessons

Even ones you have lived through

must be lived again

Learn new ways to see

Learn new ways to think

Find strength in hardship

We are brave

We are strong

to have come this far

There is goodness

There is kindness 

which lives in you

Reach into that 

Think of your Mother

Think of your Father

What they have sacrificed

What they have made

against all odds

What they have given

Such gifts give life

What do you desire

To find your place

To be of use

To help

To give a hand 

as you have been

Reach out to help

Reach out to receive

You are human

You are no island

Remember this

There is no shame

in asking for help

There is no shame in 

expressing emotions

You are human

Joy and despair

Hope most of all

beating within

These early mornings

Watching the darkness

turn away to light

So it must always be