Thursday, March 3, 2011

benevolence



trees love themselves and extend that knowing of love into their sense of all othernesses
in whatever form they may take.

i know this as loving kindness.
it's a pairing of words that bears reflection and consideration.

loving kindness.

loving kindness allows for the possibility of a state of care that is unconcerned
with like or dislike, right or wrong.

loving kindness is entirely present in the possibility that maybe, just maybe, everything, all things,
are features, perhaps even signs pointing to the process of love that emerges unimaginably
and without condition from a creative moment we express as "the creation".

the creation manifests in our own experiencing as a sort of creative infinitude that embraces the tiniest plankton, the most ancient joshua tree, the most beautiful sunset and everything in-between,
despite and other.

all are expressions of love.

the creation is an unfolding gift within which it is possible to refine the presence of the soul that in this incarnation manifests as the youness of you.

and so as i stand on a streetcorner (as i did this very day) and watch the sun break through clouds painted pale violet and the softest of sienna and (if you can imagine)
turning my head ever so slightly to look further south
i watch a frostbow form and see the colours that will become spring fall to the earth

i am keenly aware of the finite features of my bodies' life and then the ebb and flow of the seasons and the larger cycles of our planet which in turn sing of the orbiting of the worlds comprising our very tiny place in this universe which even as it becomes and fills the space in its plentitude is already aware of the necessity of its return to the essence of love from which it exploded.

please understand that the extraordinary and almost unbearably beautiful forms that i am so graced to share this place with leave me filled with the overwhelming compulsion and desire to share the deep feelings of gratitude and awe that i would wish to contain but whose ownership i cannot isolate and so as an echo of the unconditional loving kindness which they reflect, i choose to share them inside my emerging understanding here.

Monday, February 28, 2011

ashore

charles sprague pearce reading by the shore


she brought herself to this place
already knowing
the nonchalant pose
even the title of the book being read

~

last night
she had been reading poetry
and drinking wine
alone
in a small candle-shadowed apartment
drifting aimlessly

in that moment of then
the air moved slowly
through an open window

she could see
rain
falling
thick and golden
in the gaslight flare

~

in this moment of now
she is remembering

holding the rice paper umbrella's
lacquered stiffness
and forming
soft words with her eyes

sand and water
whispering
its coming and going

and she lies
still
as if washed ashore
tangled and overlooked
like so much seaweed


Thursday, February 17, 2011

smooth


if you polish the rough edges off
the outside of my inside
does some of the surface smoothness
descend inside?