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No headers2-12-2012
Valentine for PaB
Such as it is...
Happy accident
or funny valentine,
Take your pick.
A heart-shaped invitation,
Unfolded the space
Between your screens
your dreams,
and mine.
And we all fell,
All in --
Though not an in,
one climbs out of.
Someone is laughing,
Someone is singing,
Songs of Enoughness
from ten directions
travel the angles of time.
...
When I was a child
Gazing through the slivered
Window at the Moon which
fawned over the gardenias…
I asked for a friend.
I’d been told that one or two
Was plenty, not to press
my luck …
But perhaps that is a myth,
Even when Meme tells it.
There are
ways I never asked for,
and couldn’t have foreseen.
More than some portion
of Enough and,
Surely Beyond Ideas
of fair share.
......
Clearly Playing
by Eliza
Aswirl in Causes
and Conditioning, we
meet in in dynamic play
Clashing, Crashing
Seriously, Lightly, we
choose over and over
Again, who hasn't thrown
their pieces down, or
given themselves
Up
What were we really
deciding?
Two matches two
matches three, then
Roll
Knock you off
kilter, then you capture
me
Hide and Seek
Catch and Go
King chase Queen
and
Stop.
...
[In Praise of Micro Attentions]
He said,
looking
out
over the moss...
...that beauty is...
frustrated
symmetry
the Rippling
Smile lines
of
Time,
showing
its face...
Thwarted
intentions...
I think, I will,
build a sand castle.
But instead
I am just
disappearing
traces
last year's
night blooming
jasmine
Microscopic
organisms
intricate lives
but if not
careful
we
just see
stones.
- eliza
.....
Glasses
The Lorax speaks for the trees,
like the lady speaks for the logs
layers of witness
down down down
It is when you most want to
Defend, that you mustn’t
The ‘want to’ will amplify distortions
So, be still
And besides you can’t
fathom the factors
So, simplify
Clip from this morning suggested:
‘don’t put your life
into the hands of mere thinking’
Thinking will run away with and
Squander the anointing…
scatter substance to the winds
and you’ll spend the precious lifetime
looking for those glasses
sitting right atop your head.
......
Arrival (for PaB's 5th Birthday)
A buddha brought Eliza to play as Being,
to meet his great winged lion friends.
I’m not kidding. His name was “buddha”
She was just a few weeks old, and
it was Valentines Day
The two climbed into a large white balloon
For an exhilarating ride, and soft landing
The pavilion that night was full with
the crackling conversation,
of curious minds
Sophisticated and innocent – both.
Mingling together like aged familiars reunited,
Peculiar and alive
A host was named for Persian queen or talking bird,
Introduced by a rugged, happy man with long red hair.
And someone named BB asked questions at which she
Startled
And stayed
And learned to play
To see inside, of what was happening
Appreciation Practice
2015
Warm sunlight streams
through soft
applause ~
Leaves and branches.
An unidentifiable
fragrance
Sallies forth ~
On cool January winds.
Inside, sheer
White curtains
flutter ~
My thoughts too.
Figs, pears, blueberries
Fresh cream and
Ginger ~
Brightly green, popping peas.
Alertly sitting on
cushions
Of glistening rice ~
Evoke fields of water
And occasional Drops,
Of wine.
In this jeweled world
Beauty and sustenance
{like heaven and earth}
Present one feast
Moments
suspending
Hands with
Moments
Like a grand procession
Sheltered by space,
Known by attention, and
Arising in perfect time.
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