Category Archives: Personal Journey

My personal meanderings into finding meaning

Total Eclipse of the Moon

Forging ahead you seek the one who meets your eyes
Unadorned intensity empty of all disguise
The one who reads the meaning of your gaze
Who shares your path and stays unfazed

Standing still you wait for a star to guide your way home
The one who knows your heart and mirrors your mind with his own
Lost in the enchanted forest too tired to roam
The white rabbit on the dark side of the moon, you feel so alone

Caffeine and Clarity

Clouds of emotions identified as I, my, me, mine. Patterns of disruption, created at an earlier time. *It really doesn’t have to be this way.

Emotions, embrace them softly.
Perspectives, hold them lightly.
Enemies, treat them gently.
Identity, wear it loosely.

*Paraphrasing Russ Hudson, Enneagram Institute

Almost Chinese Food?

Exploration dive, fast current, outer reef. Out of the gloom, a sudden tangle of writhing, tumbling, biting sharks. Feeding frenzy or mating dance? Pumping adrenalin, racing heart. Drift dive, no brakes, too late, we’ve been tossed into their midst. Oops, Chinese food on the menu today? They scattered faster than we could scream our soundless scream.  Mess of panicky bubbles, tangle of unwieldy limps. Cross-check, we are all intact. Gorgeous, powerful creatures, alpha predators of their domain, invoke our memory of life untame.

High on hormones, drugged by danger, bewitched by beauty;
intoxicated with the dance of life and death.
Live life, poke caution in the eye.
Live, love, turn towards the sky.
Fly, high, without a net, embrace shadow, brush death with a kiss.

So there’s a chance to crash and burn, so what, we live and die, to live and learn.

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Save our planet, save our Sharks. WWF Say No to Sharks Fin Soup

 

 

Moonflower Contemplation

Moonflower - Epiphyllum oxypetalum

He stole in with the moonlight, fair of face, clear of brow, this beautiful crystal child. Innocent eyes hooded by the wisdom of a much older soul, he came asking questions of the universe. Conversations without words, movement without motion, he sits in stillness, at once in this Here and in the stream of infinity. Ignorant potential, or realized Nothingness?

I watch him retrace the path to full perfection, at once vulnerable and invincible in his glory. We can only meet the moonflower if we stay awake. To taste the sweetness of his unfolding, to drink his fragrance and bask in his beauty; the heart is quenched with delight.

He’s here to grace this one night; sleep and he’s gone by morning light.