Entities

Today I journeyed the entire length of the globe while sitting

still

Do you believe me?

I did not move a muscle.

I was past, present and future

Seems dream like

Off in the distance

The Ice Cream Truck’s song

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and FILLS the AIR

and joins the vast field of

Entities

Arises and then is gone

Children’s laughter,

Birds singing

Bees busy buzzing

Flies, ants, and spiders

Spinning

W I N D

Panting dogs, wagging tails, slurping from a water bowl

Cars honk past my window

Shadows cast

FLOWER Fragrance finesse my

Senses

Memories

Travel to another time,

S P A C E

and place

That which is dead is no longer

For I have not yet traveled where I sit today

That has not come to pass

I wallow in the yesterday and soak up love when I cannot find it

Take a bite of the BRGIHT BIG APPLE MY DAUGHTER

CONSENSUAL REALITY?

I ASK

myself

Is that the tape that binds?

I asked someone what is the tape that bonds

The answer…

Duck Tape

Who am I?

barely holding together with old brittle twine and colorful yarn

tacks

staples,

glue stick and touch up paint

Who am I here with?

Am I many entities each?

Dividing?

A Holon with in a Holon?

I fight with myself

We

All

DO

With each other

Distinct

Entity

Entities belonging to an entity so

V A S T

Fleeting

OUR

time here on earth in this form

I have journeyed life times to be here with you

You are my BELOVED

Female Anatomy and the Functions of the Female Organs: Hysterectomy Conference

New seed is faithful. It roots deepest in the places that are most empty. -Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. Shel Silverstein

On Retreat by Carol Roselle 2010

DEAFENING SILENCE
Hours and hours of silence
Sitting on zafus and zabatans
Shawls soft draped over shoulders
Colors cascading down and surrounding
Buddha knows smile
What do you know Buddha?
What do I know?
Where is that knowledge held within my being?
Where is the key? Who holds it?

Within the silence are millions of spoken words
That no eye can see no ear can hear.
Laying in bed drifting off
Energy of the night
Alive

In the quietness and stillness
Hear a leaf separate from the branch it once clung to.
I peek through the window
Out of the corner of my eye I see it as if to validate the separation
The leaf is Eurydice, I am Orpheus
I lose sight

the swirling spinning entity
to the ground with a loud thump.
The sound ripples out into the cosmos
A stirring in my heart
A message of change

Trees breathing in and out.
Seas of grass wind kissed
A film like substance I can touch it with my being
I touch it with the my finger of my heart
It moves it is alive.
What would happen if I could pierce it?
What would be on the other side?

Eating in silence, forks scraping the plates
Like finger nails on a chalk board.
Old faces morph into children such beauty and innocence
They are all my BELOVED!!!!

The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

On the Mat

Stretching, moving, boundaries, edges, spaciousness

No mind

Flowing, effort, non effort, balance, grounding, lightness, floating

A river of thoughts, torrents, Mara’s army

White water,

Trains leaving

What is for dinner?

I said to her….

She said to me…

Present?

Oh, oh, oh, I did it again…
The present the conductor yells…

My stop

Stretching, moving, boundaries, edges, spaciousness

Where do I begin where do I end? I cannot tell

No mind

Flowing

He hurt me

Life is so unfair

Oh, oh, oh I am there again…

Breath, one breath this breath, this one and this

This moment and then this and this one

Open, receiving, neutral, energized, full, and empty

Compassionate, empathetic, alive

Stretching, moving, boundaries, edges, spaciousness

Where do I begin where do I end? I cannot tell

You are that