First thing in the morning
Make your feet hit the floor.
The most rigorous discipline in life
Accomplished.
During the day, try not to
Beat anybody up —
In the flesh and especially
In your mind.
Judge not….
End of day —
Name your daemons.
Tell them to shut up
And hit the road.
Then, if you are a woman,
Try not to beat yourself up.
Strict
Discipline
~ Jean Larson
Messages come floating to our shores,
Come flying by with earnest cry.
And fish are silver magic.
Holiness is paying attention.
Someday I will winter with you
among the creatures and chaos,
marigolds and pigeons.
I will take you places on a jet plane.
I will.
We will live together is a fine little house.
We will.
LOSS I
In July 2017 I had a glimpse of what it is
to love the Divine above all else.
Seems to be the by-product of letting go voluntarily —
then having even more ripped from you.
There comes a point when you have nothing remaining
except a shred of Hope.
That is enough.
LOSS II
I know a man who lost his lifetime of work and wages
to the greed of one person and a system without a whisper of humanity.
Because of this,
within three years he lost his health.
Because of this,
he lost his balance, body strength, energy, vitality
and clear cognitive skills.
(His wife tells him, he has not lost his looks.)
Because of this,
he gradually became unusable to ones who looked upon him
as an object to be used.
Because of this,
near and extended family and friends
fell away one by one.
He is rarely paid much attention.
What he does not lose
is his serene detachment from his chattering ego —
his Zen-like one liner philosophy and
faith in the Joy of living.
Because of this,
he does not lose me —
his first love and second wife.
May 24, 2017
This is what is happening.
My heart is taking over my mind.*
May 25
But once in awhile I am jolted asleep
By my untrue self.
Tonight I am feeling lost —
Old, jealous, hopeless . . . .
May 26
Daily, the kaleidoscope shifts.
My lightness in your love,
My sickness in your absence,
Take on nuances.
I have no trouble living in the moment.
Present — absent —
We are together
This moment.
In a kinder universe, it would be time for you.
In a kinder universe, we would be preparing to marry.
Remember we once were amused at the thought of having coffee together?
Now when I taste the blonde and sweet coffee of my own making,
I jolt at the thought of all the perfectly balanced ones we have shared.
My coffees never compare to the ones you make.
Not even close.
Pale coffee.
Pale.
Those are my days without you.
But we have had the time together.
Now I know the difference.
Thank the Universe.
The scarf, skirt and blouse — fashioned with hands of love.
Gypsy Soul Selfie ~ in front of Albert Hall Museum, Jaipur, India
Soul Mate Selfie - in Albert Hall Museum, Jaipur, India
