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it is here
it is all here
with its tastiness
with all there is to see
to smell
surrounded in sounds
it touches me…
it teaches me
it is here – this moment
with all its pain
with all its joy
there is no suffering
i smile to it – this moment
it is here
this is Life
sweet, sweet Life
and i swim naked in
its beauty
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
how can i live
in this pain anymore?
my days
have been long filled
with hurt
with feelings of betrayal
and then
today
with a nudging from Life
our eyes met
looking deeply at you
truly, mindfully
seeing you
how can i be angry?
looking in your eyes i see
a child frightened, broken
desperately searching, seeking
longing to be understood
longing to know Love
i understand
looking in your eyes
i see me
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…
precious
let go
you’re far too beautiful
to hold onto such
ugliness…
my friends ~
i haven’t been writing lately. words, for the time, have escaped me. i simply don’t have anything to say. i did come across, today, a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh, however, which i’d like to share.
he wrote this poem after the town of Ben Tre had been bombed by U.S. forces during the Vietnam war. this poem is about anger. i was taken back when i read it today. only hours earlier, i sat in the green-room at work (dealing with my own anger and hurt) with my face in my two hands…comforted as i simply would breathe in and out. now for Thay’s words ~
I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep my loneliness warm -
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
