Forget Not: A Reminder for Us All
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Particular Moments
More Stars than There are
Tag: meditation
February 9, 2021
Must We?
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February 6, 2021
A walk and a song, before dawn
Every so often, you may find that The humans, in their various manifestations Of desires, vulnerabilities, shortcomings, and even Hopefulness and Beauty --- Are simply far Too Heavy --- You immerse in it, daily, Like wading, knee-high, in an air Filled by Molasses. But every so rarely, you may discover Creature companions of sorts, Whose dimensions only spare them Very plain needs: To eat, to drink, and if ever so lucky, To wander and play, Mindlessly --- Free from Love and Grief, Free, in the absence of time, Nowhere, and Everywhere.
September 14, 2019
Seasons
Is it really true---what they say,
“One life ends, Another one begins.”
If so, is it the best one could wish for?
We live in a strange reality, one in which the best lessons are taught with loss and death. We survive the perished, and live our days breathing leftover air.
We go to different places, make new bonds, start and restart new lives---each a second chance, all to one way or another, make up for what we could not rescue in the first place.
"We'll do it Better this time."
It's not so sad as it is bittersweet, like the passing and rebirthing of seasons.
August 15, 2018
Facing A Twilight Sky
Who placed this horrific Thorn
In my Bone and Flesh?!
Was it a Tough Teacher,
Who, through all harsh disciplining,
Still intends to Nourish—
Or, was it merely
An ill-wishing
Witch?
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Wise Shamans kindly remind Us
To not think only in what Lacks,
But We mortals remain too Hungry
For our own Sakes—
Wisdom passed on,
Yet scantily We digest.
Oh the Irony, baby.
Are we Rocks
In this Fountain of Life,
Wet, but never to have
Drunken a true Share?
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If it is too hard
To stay Awake,
May I at last humbly ask
Of thee—
My Love, my Kin,
my Eternal Mate, whomever
I think You are—
Could You please contemplate,
Inconveniently, this corny and overused Notion,
“Have you ever seen the Rain?”Â
Well, Have You?
Have you heard its Forthcoming,
And allowed its Simple Rumor
To have Stirred you
Deep,
Deep inside?
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Now,
Shall We Sit
Side by side, and Once More
Try to taste the Ocean
In this Raining Sky?
May 25, 2018
Mute Ecstasies of Summer
Sitting under the courtyard shade,
a block of dimmed rectangular architectural space
lays mildly cool;
Outside its precisely defined borders,
The sun seemed to have dyed everything
a bleached orange.
Waves of incessant breeze;
although felt in this unintended shelter, still carried
faint streaks of outside’s ubiquitous, gradually maturing
rolling heat.Â
Once more, the summer winds carry us—
some of whom have either been much too weary,
or others having regretfully
not been weary at all—
Into an apparently constant state
of pulsating
yet nonchalant dreaming.Â
March 16, 2018
Something to Look Forward to
Spring is surely a most wonderous time of the year, but it is not a clichĂ© comprised of magical healing, nor does it promise total restoration of all that’s wrong with ourselves and the world around us. One could stand amidst sceneries breath-takingly beautiful, and still be haunted by inner shadows convincing him/herself that nothing is alright, that there has been too much wrong for glimpses of hope to realize into change or mending actions. However, if one chooses to see in symbols, drawing connections between observed physicality and metaphysical connotations, then a natural phenomenon like The Spring has much to offer: look at the Dandelion, never planted with intention, even conventionally seen as a pest, a weed that besmirches the neatness of civilized gardens; yet without any positive expectations, they flourish nearly everywhere, scattering on the sidewalks, swaying underneath interstate speedways, and sprouting in the middle church yards (as shown in photograph)—embodying bundles of wishes, waiting for the eventual breeze make them come true. Now think of us, how similar some of our lives may resemble that of the Dandelion—outwardly without deliberate meaning: we don’t know why we are here, or what is expected us on a grand scheme. We are scattered upon our Earth to germinate all over the place like the Dandelions. But does this  mean we ought not to bloom like them and erect our individual bouquets of dreams and ideals out of the soil beneath? Should we do so regardless of how undesirable or lost we think we are? The Dandelions do…then as their not overly distant relatives on this Earth, could we learn to live more as they do? Make a sincere wish for yourselves this year, and send its silky winged seeds sky-bound—may it germinate and sprout into existence when Spring returns again.Â
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