Son and Moon It is my death before my death, my time before my time It is my loss, my grief, my son, my way . . .
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no more words. Let the soul speak With the silent articulation of a face. – Rumi
“Form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form.” Buddhist “Heart of Perfect Wisdom Sutra” Sam, It is the year of the Monkey, the ninth of twelve animals in the Chinese zodiac cycle. And, the ninth year of living without you—and your monkey-hugs.
“In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends.” ~ John Churton Collins If you are an underclassman (in your first few years) majoring, involuntarily, in Life after the Death of your Child, you may find yourself bewildered at the flight of your friends, at the loss of […]
tight·rope (tītʹrōp´) noun 1. A tightly stretched rope, usually of wire, on which acrobats perform high above the ground. 2. An extremely precarious course or situation. “I am always at the beginning,” said The Buddha, on being asked what life was like. Hello 2015. Here we are: at the beginning again. Accidental […]
He sees me June 27, 2014. He loves a freshly cut lawn. He does a down-dog-stretch before squeezing through the rectangular flap of a door. Outside. Sniffing a path, he finds a patch of sun and flops onto his side. Lying still for a minute, he soaks up the warmth […]
Does Issa speak of longing? His tears? Or continuing, despite the tears? I first read these lines a handful of years ago. When I was too attached. Unwilling to go on without— My beautiful boy. I was unable to save him. The smartest doctors in the world were unable to save him. And then, I couldn’t bring him back. […]
Happy stories, sad stories Happy or funny stories compel people to “Like” and “Share” them. Inspirational, uplifting and amusing stories sometimes go viral. That’s the incredible thing about the internet. It can inform, inspire, entertain, and connect us. But, it is counterintuitive to “Like” mournful stories much less “Share” them. Isolating further […]
Life had different plans The day before yesterday (Thursday, May 1, 2014), I had plans to hit the month running, or at least walking. Post the first entry in the new series I’ve been working on. And then meditate—for at least ten minutes (a day)—a personal goal I’ve set for this May. Neither happened though. This day, […]
Poem #30: “S” In a dream a small boy visited me, golden nimbus around his face, lucent white skin and lustrous eyes, green like the Nile. His features captivated me, but I loved his humor the most. His laughs were musical sounds from another place. He stamped smiles and danced with […]
Poem #24: “Returning” As a child, I looked When I heard the jingle Of my lost dog’s metal tags Paper phone numbers fading Blowing away I looked Just in case And there she was… Returning Now, I look When I hear the sound Of my lost child’s melting voice Footsteps on […]
My apologies for this snarky poem. Starting to show some NaPoWriMo wear and tear. Wrote commentary (below) to explain more. Poem #18: “Interview” What do you do? I’m into haiku Where do you work? In my head (smirk) How much does it pay? Nothing, but Namaste So how do you […]