Tag Archives: Living in the Moment

little ant

24 May

Will there ever be a time

when the micro poison

you inserted

into the toe

second on the left

causing

the throbbing itch

to be the entire universe

of sensation

for this someone

who was asleep

but now

rubs and scratches

and contemplates

the beach walk

days ago

when you died,

my friend,

from my right hand swiping

you so hard

you were smashed to nothing

before I knew the source

of the sting?

You were so small

and trapped in a tight spot, granted,

between wiggling piggies

about to be

submerged in the warming sea,

yet you live on

with your mighty toxin

with the power to shrink all sensation

into a point

of pain and relief both

before the morning traffic

becomes another sensation

for total focus

in this waking body,

mind,

space, here now

and now

and now,

before Friday begins,

the first one

of its kind, again.

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I am a house with termite damage

13 Jan

I am a house

with termite damage.

 No need to replace

the non load bearing walls

with no current infestations, yet

there are grooves and tunnels

hollowed out

almost as if they are waiting

for another day

that the creatures might return.

The astrologer said

my family felt they were cursed,

and when I sat with that deeply

I realized 

I came from a clan who were waiting

for the other shoe to drop

anticipating the worst.

I felt certain the shoe hung right over my head,

but there was a willingness to take it

and take it with a smile,

which felt like optimism

to me.

The termite company

put in little round stations

all around the perimeter

to lure the termites there

instead of my house,

and they come and check 

twice a year –

on guard 

on guard

on guard.

We are

ready to 

fight

to win

until

the house falls

down 

but now

for another reason or season 

altogether

be it tsunami 

or earthquake 

or fire

or looting

mas y mas

all things fall apart,

and I will be no exception,

such is the curse of us all,

yet facing my curses

with a smile

is not the worst of game plans

though perhaps it might

make me miss the days when

I am solid and strong

wearing my scars and scares

inside

for at least this day

and maybe another.

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if a pile of ashes could speak

30 Jun

What if I just stopped

trying so hard

and just let the love,

knocking at the door,

inside?

A dangerous question…

Small gestures

are having Richter waves

in and out of this body-

a student’s obligatory email

wishing me a good day

suddenly is seen for the kindness it contains

and when some angry words are muttered

in the grocery store line,

out of her own pain,

I sigh, so kind!

Living in the seat of now

helps me to see all I overlooked before

but this seat is also hot,

an electric chair.

Will I burst into flames

sitting here too often?

It feels so, at the tender edge,

where death by combustion is certain.

Running from the fire

of our own beauty

and peace

is a silly and dramatic pretense.

It feels like

there’s nothing left to say

about anything other than that.

Now, I’m only able to return to the hot seat

10,000 times a day.

My charring is on the menu.

Every face that enters my world, my mirror,

every bee that buzzes and stings, as well.

Every watermelon too heavy to carry,

it’s thickness a testament

to the persistence and strength

for the will of matter and life,

inedible from my palate,

yet still holding up its end

of a cycle

from seed to fruit to seed

sown in soil

of waste turning into food,

given time.

I think I am.

I perceive this world as broken

but as I stretch beyond myopia

I see the world rightly aflame,

but really,  I am,

and

you are, aren’t you?

Life happens on the skin

and in the sinew

Down to the cells holding

an agreement of flesh together

which we forget to register.

Pat your belly

and eat the watermelon

and feel

what is here

now, right here

that close.

So simple,

the fire

of your existence.

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play this game with me

5 Aug

Pretend in a very real way that you have just been dropped into your life

from another realm

like one of those science fiction movies

where the protagonist

is time traveling or beaming into different places and times,

sometimes appearing

without clothing or a dime to his name,

only now, you are beaming yourself, like a lab rat

dropped into a maze,

into your own life,

with all its glorious conundrums and astounding beauty

that you can now see with an interloper’s eyes.

Pretend you don’t know any of your problems,

and you are learning everything anew.

Stumble through your first day

as if there are no patterns to uphold.

Meet everyone a stranger with a clean slate of interest.

Ask GPS the way to work, to home and to the park.

Wander into your obligations like a tourist.

Tour your neighborhood.

Go to the movies alone in the day.

Ask your partner to sit with you for tea.

When you read the leaves on the bottom and side of her cup,

tell her of this stranger, you, who has entered her life

and let her know you are not who she thought you were.

Close your eyes while the chocolate melts on your tongue

and travels down your throat,

enjoy the new land of your life

your body, a new suit,

and your life uncharted now

by your old, conditioned mind.

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make everything a thing

6 Nov

Years in coming

but seen now

in spurts

is that the dance of divine

(just everything

as far as we can see and smell and lick)

is my play dough queendom,

when I arrive at the preschool table

equipped with my able hands

and lively visions.

i sit with my boisterous classmates

and we build the world

side by side

in tiny chairs.

We take potty breaks

and breaks for snacks,

but we eventually learn

to make every moment

holy with our attention.

We have freedom to not,

but also pointing toward,

the serious task of staying loose

with wisdom

to never marry

any moment

nor mourn the loss

of any joy.

Courage is gathering

for holy sleep

and holy tea

and holy walks

and holy talks with plants and chocolate and blankets

and traffic noise and headaches, too,

holy holding still

holy inner smile

bowing for what is here

seen through eyes that work

and a brain that can decipher,

for now,

and a tongue that can stop moving

until the words arrive.

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how we all are waking

5 Sep

so many years

and tasks

it has taken

to get to a spot

where brief

and luxurious

days – mornings

open with breath

and dancing sun spots

behind the eyelids

before the self suit

gets put on –

self talk

ceases for whole moments

and when it comes back online

one small voice seems to say

wait, do you need the clothes of self?

there is no hurry,

stay in naked,

linger,

BE today

and tomorrow

and maybe

for the foreseeable stash

of nows

piled in the closet.

unseen is whether it

is a mountain of nows

or one last one

before the dawning that

now continues beyond

our ability to hoard

beyond any idea

of what is next

or needs to be answered,

For now

has oxygen

and nutrients

aplenty,

and needs no

peanut gallery of support

from the crowd

that used to live-broadcast

commentary and opinion,

silent outside

this head,

outside all heads,

tuned to a similar station,

now

signing off

for good.

 

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now-wish

17 Jun

there is

no time,

no desire, but

someone is

hungry for completion,

while also still and happy,

mellowed out

hollowed out

laughing

and watching

whatever arises.

The now wish is

sharing parsley with my friend,

my trippy colored, hungry friend.

 

 

 

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I used to live there

13 Jun

I used to live there

and I admit

I do still visit

when I forget,

sinking back 

into the piles of laundry,

the dust under beds and on the blades

of outdated ceiling fans in every room,

so many things left undone and haunting

when I could not find

the key to start the engine

for motion

most days.

Moving the house and home

of me

from the sink hole

started slowly

at first,

a notion

of another possible address

where a clean slate

could be gifted

from me

to me

a space

unknown

but felt enough

to at first help my head rise from the pillow

more toward

the day

and less, less the night.

Moving is never a matter of money,

but instead an issue of inner knowing

of just where one lives

in truth.

I see the one who lives there, now,

in the front

still in his pajamas

watering the weeds

that won the battle over the grass,

and my chest muscle tightens  – 

remembering the pain of my own lost address,

but what can I say?

Only to whisper,

gentle, from the distance

of my passing car:

remember

you don’t have to live there

one second more –

you too

can be one

who knows

that you used to live

where you are now

but you will have learned

that you don’t have to

live there

anymore.

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too too much (or as my daughter says, extra)

13 Apr

In days of distancing,

my body still

leans in.

Even though the space

is not breached,

I bridge the gap.

Forgive me

as I wonder

about you

at the edge of your shell,

counting the rings,

rolling you over,

tapping your belly

with a stick.

It is no use to tone it down;

the desire is too strong in

the ease of shared moments

while this body

at this time

today, every cell tingling alive-

breathing easy!

For us all.

My reach is forming still

in the field where we meet

beyond any possible harm

except love, that destroyer,

uncompromised

by any contagion.

Bless my forward heart

and join me as soon as you are able;

I’ll still be here,

grinning like the fool,

waiting–ready lava

here to there

magma joy joining us.

Found we are in sameness

recognized

amplified

into motion

in these hands.

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Clarity on the Mission of this Seedling

29 Mar

Oh learning,

may it never end;

how could it?

There is a sudden clarity this morning,

that I was made to confuse the most literal

beauties that god created.

It is very very good

to give creative writing assignments

with vague directions

to STEM students.

My clarifying emails

only confuse them further

because with good reason

they try to check the temperature

of the water

before jumping in the deep end,

unlike me, who flings myself

into confusing mystery

before the instructions are done.

We have so much to offer each other!

Love me in my frustration

when I have to start over

after leaping too soon.

Also love us

who shiver at the threshold

of just give it a go, rolling our eyes.

Together we fill the color wheel

meeting where somehow

purple bleeds into red.

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