Jasmine

I stand within breezes of jasmine and ginger

My petals dance with heavenly peace

Joined by wisdom, serenity and love

Consumed by joy

We sing in perfect harmony

Humming orange and golden glories

Dressed in soft, tender pinks

Finely stitched in woven burgundy

The echoing forest greens

And soil brown

Linking all to

One above

In the nurturing arms of the sun

The mandolin enlightens the air

Capturing our hearts rich melodies

Hymns echo everywhere

Welcoming the sunrise

Sweeping deep

Majestic indigoes

Streak across our early morning fair

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Nothing

 

When there is

nothing

that"I have to do”

then

it boils down to

what “I choose to do.”

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Winter Has Returned

 

And the wind she blows upon the waters

Winter has returned

 

What was once ice will return

I know the ice will return

 

Oh what was once grand now lies in the mud

Oh what was once grand now I sit here with eyes shut

 

What season is it

What will become of these rapidly changing moments

 

Have I closed my eyes to the world

while the world tries to open them

 

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The Story of the Akita II

 

 



This week I am reposting "The Story of the Akita"
as I promised my friend, Pina. 

 

On my daily walks back in 1999 I’d often pass this large, powerful dog on the way to my meditation stream in Brunswick Acres, NJ. I often thought of how he tugs and tugs while barking excessively.

The rope wrapped around the willow tree would not give and I could see it was securely tied to his collar, home of his gasping breath. He would tug at the rope so tightly that he could barely breathe or act sane. If only he could take two steps back, he’d breathe freely, lay comfortably, peaceful and happy.

The story of the Akita echoes through my head often, even though it is 2014. If only we were to take two steps back and let ourselves live with freedom and contentment. Our supersonic lifestyle tugs at our neck. The rope of technology rules us. We can only think of our next step as we gasp. Just take two steps back. Peace is here. Listen…the barking has stopped.

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