the song in my heart…

dear one…

how can you be
any closer to me
than you are?

every cloud
bears the beauty
of your image
every star
your smile

every flower
blooms with the scent
of your grace and
the presence of
your peace

your breath is
my breath

your heartbeat
my heartbeat

and your thoughts
take flight in my dreams

the road
i travel is marked by
your footsteps
and these two hands
reach with yours

and dear one…

while the jealous Sun
burns with passion
for your love
and attention

you should know that
it is you who are
the song in my heart

Love’s garden…

the other day
eyes to heaven
lamenting to my Beloved

“why haven’t i someone
to share my life?”

Love answered,
“have not you Love?”

“in abundance!” i replied,
“can’t you see
my heart spills over
in tears?”

“ah…yes, I see.”
in tenderness Love
answered.
“far too much for
one person…
you shall feed the world
with your Love.”

so, i went deep into
my garden
to plant more seeds
and
pray for rain

the dance…

the dance…

who knew i was so popular
on the dance floor?

one by one
they take my hands and
move my feet

the music always
playing

these friends
well, acquaintances really with
their many names

one after another
they come

there seems
no criteria for choosing
the equal opportunity dance partner
that i am

greed and chaos have
their turn
and then there’s charity and
peace

a two step with fear and
a waltz with worry

some joy and hope find
their way to the floor
true happiness always waiting
for me, patient as she is

my Beloved watching, waiting
not one to cut in
nope, not a rude bone there
this one’s a classy dancer

then anger with
his friends, resentment and
bitterness (the blind dancers that they are)
having their turn

loneliness comes along with
her slow song
she’s a subtle softy it seems, until
she lays one on me

the scent of depression
lingering…

no one wants to
dance with me and
why would they?

i take a dose of
ego mouthwash (you know the kind)
it lasts a little while then
it fades all too quickly

left standing alone thinking
about leaving this dance

the music still
playing
(well, i did say “always” didn’t i?)

but there standing
next to me waiting as
always
is my Beloved
hand extended, feet ready

no one leads better, you know?
(yeah, you do…dig deep in that heart memory)
such rhythm, such grace

i am carried away whisked
up like a fairy tale i rise
i rise, on love thick air
i rise

swirling and twirling a
cascade of tears, joyous and
sweet sweat showering down on
all these toe tappin’, party poppin’
line dancin’, disco fools

with our Love

a spinning top, i am
a Whirling Dervish, you see
that Rumi had it right and
Shams before him

with our Love
true happiness no
longer waits to
keep my dance card full

so i ask…
how can you possibly
sit out?

step away from the
punch bowl, friend and
bring forth your
two left feet

‘cuz this life ain’t for
wallflowers

compassion in the face of hate…

Thich Nhat Hanh praying...
Thich Nhat Hanh praying...

dear friends ~

below is a poem that graces the first pages of Thich Nhat Hanh’s book, “Calming The Fearful Mind: A Zen Response To Terrorism”.  it is the first Buddhist book i read and this autumn marks the anniversary of my reading it and the beginning of me following this path.

it speaks today, as it did then, to the very heart of how we see our interdependence – our relationship – to all others, even those who seem to be enemies.  we are seeing, in this election and attempted passage of propositions such as Prop 8, a not-so-subtle attack on those who are “other” to what we have been taught through ideology and religion is “normal”.

when faced with such hate, anger, or indifference as some of us are finding ourselves it is easy and even seems just to react with hate and anger in retaliation.  Buddhism teaches something different (and so do the teachings of Jesus Christ, even if Christianity as a religion sometimes fails to).

with his well known elegant, compassionate style Thich Nhat Hanh expresses this teaching of the Dharma in the following poem. 

be well friends and peace to you ~ j

Recommendation

Promise me,
promise me this day,
promise me now,
while the sun is overhead
exactly at the zenith,
promise me:

Even as they
strike you down
with a mountain of hatred and violence;
even as they step on you and crush you
like a worm,
even as they dismember and disembowel you,
remember, brother,
remember:
man is not our enemy.

The only thing worthy of you is compassion-
invincible, limitless, unconditional.
Hatred will never let you face
the beast in man.

One day, when you face this beast alone,
with your courage intact, your eyes kind,
untroubled
(even as no one sees them),
out of your smile
will bloom a flower.
And those who love you
will behold you
across ten thousand worlds of birth and dying.

Alone again,
I will go on with bent head,
knowing that love has become eternal.
On the long, rough road,
the sun and the moon
will continue to shine.

-Thich Nhat Hanh, 1965

a question for this moment…

 

lyric from Coldplay’s song, “Clocks” ~

“am i part of the cure
or am i part of the disease?”

it could be said that ~
the cure is Love
the disease is Hate

perhaps this is a good question to ask ourselves in this moment…in every moment…

am i here to love?  am i here to hate?  what purpose am i serving?  the purpose of love?  the service of love?  the healing of love?  the peace of love?  or am i adding to hate, to hurt, to violence, to the despair of this world by my thoughts, my actions, my words?

~ j

there is a home…

 

there is a home
beyond where i was born
deeper still
than where i live now

how do i return there…
to return to the present?

the Way, my friends
is Love
the Path, dear ones
is Understanding and Compassion

let us journey together
for we have never really been apart
and
truly we have no where to go

i fade away…

 

it seems
that every morning a
soul-hungry-knife
waits, ready to
pick anew my wounded heart

i suppose i should thank it
and call it “friend”
keeping me from
closing up…
or off

to see you, the one, arrive each day
as two
brings the hurt back
even knowing you are not
mine to keep – to hold onto

this jealousy
as if there is such a thing
as “mine”
so ridiculous and seductive
the ego’s grasping

emotions
a whirling balloon on
restless wind
an uncaptained boat on
a raging sea

i cling to the Dharma

knowing
all will change
all will fade away
and yet in some way…
continue on

dying to my self
my ideas – my dreams
nothing to own – nothing to hold
of you and me
i fade

a lonely road
paved with wounds
watered with tears
tears giving life
sprouts of hope

a hope for a love complete
whatever that is…
i don’t know
i only know to hope for it
even as i know to breathe

even now
i hold you in my heart
so be well, dear friend
so be happy, dear love
and be at peace

for in my heart
you will remain
even as i fade away
and yet
continue on in some other way…

planting love…

i am
exhausted

my heart
grows weary

morning
noon and
night

anger jealously and hurt
come
to feed on this
weakened muscle

and this
tired soul

they leave nothing but
scraps of guilt
in
their gluttonous wake

i am exhausted
my heart grows weary

morning noon and night

i think i shall plant Love
in
this broken heart and weeping soul

we’ll see how they like feeding on that!

two who share one heart…

how can i, my love
define this friendship?

how can words
no matter their arrangement,
in all their
beauty, their splendor
their juiciness

how can any word
bring witness or testify
to the truth
of
you and me?

let us
throw away all words, friend
my love

for all fall short of
two who share
one heart