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9月24日

Just Think!

When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always.

-Mahatma Gandhi

...and the answer is.......................

Once upon a time many moons ago, two monks were walking in silence through the forest; a younger monk, Anjan, and an older monk, Nanda.

Eventually their path led to a stream. There they saw a beautiful young lady, exquisitely clad, standing on the bank. She was in great distress because she wanted to cross the stream, but did not know how without getting her fine long robes wet.

Without hesitation Nanda scooped her up, crossed the stream, and set her down on dry ground. She thanked him and continued on her way, and the monks continued on theirs again in silence.

Anjan was a bit distressed and confused. He got more restless by the minute and then finally spoke up.

"Brother Nanda," he said, "I do not know what to make of it. You know our order is an austere order, and we cannot so much as speak to a woman. But... but... you saw that lady, you... uh... picked her up and... carried her across the stream! And yet..." he continued, almost choking, "You just keep on walking as if nothing happened!"

"It is quite simple," Nanda replied. "I set her down on the opposite bank, but you, Brother Anjan, are still carrying her!"

So... who, indeed, had the lighter burden, and the lighter step?

Note: This is a Zen story. Zen is a Buddhist school that developed in China and later in Japan as a result of the fusion between the Mahayana form of Buddhism originating in India and the Chinese philosophy of Taoism. A similar story can be found in, "Zen Flesh Zen Bones" by Paul Reps.

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9月18日

don't know

by the time I get to
I don't know
there's an opening
for a way to go.

~rom~

what is all this rushing for?
isn't that a way
grown old fast
a way proven not to last?

~rom~

come along with me
the sea is free
the birds fly high
in an endless sky

for as far as you can see
the fullness of this life
will pass from you and me

and back again.
there are different tools
where long ago I passed
but then it's over so fast!

the sand has been since time began
around the far reaches of my can
yet now is the time to drop pretend,
and throw my arms open to that
most welcoming friend.

the sea lives on to bear
the pain, of life to death
and back again.

I am light and free
at last
no confining body
in which I was cast

further than you remember
far deeper than alone can mask
the breath can be surrendered
to the keeper of the mast

from the home of nobody
I rise without restraint
into colors yet unborn
swimming into oceans just
being formed

the lift is easy, you see...I am
far from the pain of heart beats
as there is yet to be
a perfection emerging
from this old crusty me.

~rom~

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9月15日

IF

if is a brutal word.
been around?
then you've heard
the breakage of its sound

"if you don't know where you're going or what it is you want, you'll pass right by the Gold you found."

And the 'if onlys'
really tear you down.
you believe you have no say.
where the marks are,
you can't know today.
hold onto...hold on and
simply lay the rest away
the meaning doesn't die
because you missed today
spend your life and love
in contempt or content
there, tearing through
is your bullet spent.

It's been there all along
behind the music in every
song
Through the thorns, athirst
on the waves,
Yet you find no saves;
and for favoring the expedient lie...
you lost your belong.
And doesn't that feel so wrong?

IF isn't just about you and me
IF is about this Earthly home
IF meets your every Cross
along the WAY from
here to there, and
IF we don't care,
what will be their fare?

For those yet to come
Do you really want the some
of their lost
To be the fortune you
took at their cost?

No, LIFE is not fair,
but we can reduce
the sum they bear,
One which says we cared...
I DEEPLY CARE!

That the air they breathe be clean
that everyone's basic needs be met
that Justice is the benchmark of Seen
(and not just some fantasy dream)
that for what we took,
they will not need regret
the whirlpool of the ALL UNKNOWN
they feel at them unfairly thrown.

IF we live with Kindness, and
Honor the BEST in every One
IF we live our lives in
seamless gold spun--
A Goodness Done
Some Victory Won...

IF within our humble needs

we can set aside the greeds
that have driven Humanity
to commit unspeakable deeds
IF we can get beyond the creeds
and with reverence remember
the summoned called to bleed.
All that lives will not have to die
By the sword of our witnessed lies.

IF we carve out our Craft
with the UNSEEN Force of Right
and an undaunted yearning for the Light...
the Compass of Compassion will
carry us ALL through the darkest of night.

Then IF doesn't have to crumble
in that same old torn up way
IF we ensure the Promises
TODAY made...
they will burst to bloom
day after day,
minute after minute,
so long as there are no deceits
or shameful games of Charade.

and we can rest Knowing,
All WE HAVE LOVED
are the Abundant in it.

-rom-

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9月13日

history of now

Once upon some time in your life you will know only neglect.

All the beauty of love and wonder

Will have left you defeated and consumed with no respect

All doors will close, no windows in sight, the sky will fall under

Your feet and the night will hold no stars or moon, no Venus

To guide your weary life and you will hope that death not blunder.

It is now that your body will fall away

Giving you a feeling (how can I be dead if I am feeling?!)

(Just take my word -- I've lived this way...)

It is only when you are perfectly lost and full of fear

That you can hear the silence that will now guide your night and day.

Fear not this unknown strand

Simply rest in the seasons sowing,

How futile it is to understand.

For Life goes on...only now there is THE Knowing

Of commonalities flowing thru the ripping tangled Reefs,
Dividing the Wholeness of our connected relief.

Surely the Trust we have given to a weathered friend
Will not leave us to keep alone the tallies of where; and then
They left us to the distance of our shelled out body's sins
And betrayed all allegiances for the profit of an unknown wind.

Keep your life story straight and true
To the very best confirmed of you
More than that we cannot do.
More than that we have not been asked to.

Abundant threads of youth seemed our forever due
Falsely lying and hiding the Truth of our tomorrows
Decline...and once there we fight to define
And hold onto the legends of all our borrowed
Best, for fear of what is next.

Yet it all seemed so right and forever at the time
The steps to daily adversaries met
The willful tones and all the lavishly shined
Upon our Self, the beginning of our burdened regret.

We all follow a finite way
What is lived today, dies with the sun's light
And we become the handmaid chosen of the night
Yet it really is such a short spin, this lump of clay
Turning on a potter's wheel, I wonder if we ever will
Give up the easy lower pains, for the opportunity born
In every delivery cry: "Not into another life, another I?!"

The wingspan of a tortured flight
Begins with every wrestled delight.
A night born of small highs and foreign mornings,
That lead to desperately failing sighs.

And yet still I breath, the heart beats on
Yet only for so long.
I know the when of my taken...
In the autumn of my favored sight,
The Pardon of Love, commenced along

An unexpected sweet and blessed song
It is in the children we meet in the end
That the search for my belong
Rose to see me off in a calm wind
Time fractured for a time

But until then, I have today
To feel the goodness of a trusted few
Whether or not I deserve this, May
I leave with the force of one who knew
That the gold in living
Was in knowing that the All was in found
in the Giving.

~rom~

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9月8日

truth and love

Where There is NO TRUTH, There is NO LOVE.
On the strength of broken dreams...i have found my days
in a poisonous ferment; i did at last relent to the all around and up above
to carry me over and through the blindness of my too easily caring ways
Too Trusting, my surround became the site of rotting tales
and aging seams cannot conceal
the dye of lies that always come to fail
even (and most especially) the Angels saddening reveal
of outer layers appearing untouched; as it is only in the thorns of inner wails
(and the unmistakable smothering rush)
that ancient Lotus petals attend
unseen the weeping broken seals.

Patient though I try to be
Some days and hours are too much an agony filled
It is then I raise my humbled whisper as yet I yearn to see
That this is but another lesson to drive despair
With all its costs and burdens yet to bear,
Into the mysterious deep of some sea,

...leaving at last my Soul breathing free.

~rom~

At the moment, the use of these energies displays great technical disadvantages due to the difficulty to find quite light and resistant materials to the corrosion.

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9月5日

transitions

When everything you have built your life upon comes melting down like an ice cream cone,
Then the time has come to stop playing the games in which you once sought relief
Night turns to Day, and along some hard road we may grow weary of all the alone
You sleep, you wake, you eat and otherwise struggle with your commonalities of grief.

The only TRUTH that is worth the pain and struggle of keeping
Is the one in which you are reaching to a Higher mast
One in which your Soul can find relief from the gradual seeping
Of your Way's stoned and boned, leaving no repast.

Find within yourself and the Way you came in, some solace.
There beats a new dimension just for you!
Keep denying dissonant sounds and pictures of the world's cruel face
Remain reposed in the comfort of your Soul, let the simple and Divine show through.

Turn away from the noises of the chaotic lost world
Rest in the light before the dawn
Be willing to let all the old fall away, in a twisted whirl
Of dust, and with it, the misplaced TRUST you had begun to draw on.

Let the unknown, the Mystery, work through you and your Life.

~rom~

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