Poetry
When our heart is broken
Or our soul walled off
First a smile
Then a laugh
These are the steps
Through which we rediscover
The step that is love
The healing step
The step which walks through walls
First a smile
Then a laugh
These steps are the healer’s first business
(for Anna)
The supple vulnerability of love
The pen is mightier than the sword
While love is mightier than the pen
Love is
A fortress without walls
A sword without edge
A pen without ink
No army can defeat it
No blade cut it from you
No word undo it
Master the strength of suppleness;
Discover the safety in vulnerability:
Enable the sweetest experience of life,
The supple vulnerability of [...]
Helpless in our anger
Courage borne of anger
Delivers none from sorrow.
Anger begets violence
Upon body, mind and spirit.
Violence begets harm.
Harm begets sorrow.
On victim and
Instigator alike.
Ever so, this cycle of suffering,
Helpless in our anger.
Intelligence & Wisdom
Trust the intelligence of the body
Over the intelligence of the mind.
The master learns more
In a mile of walking
Than an hour of reading.
Foster wisdom of the intellect
With study and discourse.
Foster wisdom of the body
With nourishment and exercise.
Questions Answers Words
The spiritual quest begins
With simple questions:
Who…?
What…?
How…?
Why…?
The quest leads always
To one simple answer:
While answers can be known,
They cannot be put into words.
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Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be
Vestiges of a manifest self,
Long forgotten,
Writes words
Better left
Unsaid.
Some truths are better left untold,
Or risk obscuring the true
That cannot be told.
True is an act of being
Not telling.
So I remind the vestigial self,
”Be silent.”
Be silent
Be true
Just be.
Be Mindful
Be mindful of what you think;
your thoughts will be spoken.
Be mindful of what you speak;
your words become action.
Be mindful of what you do;
your deeds reveal your character.
Be mindful of who you are
and discover the fate you have created.
~ paraphrased from a lesson learned.
Had I kept some notes on this poem’s origin, I might be [...]
The transformative moment for any loss comes when we realise we’ve moved from grieving for what we no longer have to reliving the joy we experienced when we had it.
This is the bitter-sweet moment in the transformation from bitter to sweet.
And while tears will flow either side of this moment, their character is utterly changed [...]
Traces of Me
I fire arrows into the night
Never knowing if they strike their mark
Until the light of morning
When they cannot be found
Still, I do not know
Traces of me lay hidden
In the darkness that is you
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