Silence

In Silence
to seethe,
to be conquered
by despair.
Enslaved by emotion,
to be tethered
to oneself.
In Silence
to bleed
words that others cannot
hear.
Can you see me?
I am here.
Be silenced by thoughts
that ravage you whole.
Impassable oceans
that flood.
The stirrings within
of restlessness knows.
A Silence
of deafening
sound.
To quiet
the mind,
enliven
the soul.
A bliss universal
to find.
To suffering minds
strayed from Middle Paths,
a lie of
desires divine.
This silence to seek,
lays roots to your form.
In transience
impermanence lies.
A truth
to reveal,
a lotus
in bloom.
In Silence
Nirvana
resides.
The destination is here.
The journey is now.
The Eightfold Path shines
truth.
To Silence the mind,
to find the answers herein,
Awaken
the
Buddha
within.

Intermezzo, parte seconda

Well kiddies considering I'm snowbound it seems as good a time as any to write some poetry......and after watching The Life of Buddha again this morning I'm feeling enlightened and inspired....:)

I've been doing a lot of writing lately which makes me very, very happy:) Although I'm off to South America this Friday, I'm bringing my little black book with me so hopefully I will find some inspiration there, but I probably won't post anything until I'm back, so in a few weeks most likely:)

The next poem I'm posting is one of my newer additions, with the bulk of it being written, well, this morning:) Nothing like a cup of green tea, watching the world outside enveloped in white, and witnessing the life of one of our greatest, most enlightened beings on the telly:)

Truth

If light is sight,
and dark is nite,
then illuminate;
Release these confines,
these shackles that bind.
To see in darkness,
to hear in silence,
the inner path
unfolds.
The voice from Sages
past,
the Truth
that once was told.
To look within,
and find your soul,
the mantra of our
lives,
bring meaning to a
silenced life,
a bird
the gift of
flight.
To soar above yourself,
extend beyond your bounds,
reach higher than your former Self,
Your Truth,
brings voice
to
sound.
Embark on life,
despite your fears,
embrace the
Ohm
within.
Bring sight to eyes
that could not see
and let your
spirit
be.
The Universe will hold your hand,
a guide through all our lives,
to unlock the music
sung within
and
bring words
to ears
that know
no sound.
Go forth in light,
go plant your tree.
Let your
spirit
be.
The strength of
ages,
lies within,
Believe,
your
Truth
will set you free.

Intermezzo

Aloha all.....

I'm still trying to figure out how to use this blog or how frequently to post.  For me I think this is going to be more of a cathartic process.  As a psychotherapist, my patients bare their souls to me, sharing intimate details of their lives, aspects of themselves that they cannot admit or voice even to themselves. I would consider myself  a fraud if I dared not do the same, so here I am, baring my soul...to you:)

I'm thinking I can post a poem a week, if not more frequently but I guess I'll have to give that some more thought.  I was thinking of also posting in between poems, to maybe give some background/info/insight on what I've posted or the thought process behind it in a recurring segment that will be called...."Intermezzo."  Dust off your Italian dictionaries kids....LOL yes, a bit obnoxious and pretentious....WHATEVER:)

So with the first poem I posted, "Seasons"  I guess I can describe it as a celebration of finding my voice through poetry again, a passion I've had since childhood but due to the ebbs and flows of life, there have been major dry spells- periods of dormancy that lasted years where I wouldn't be inspired to jot down even a word in my little black book by my bedside.  "Seasons" demarcates such a period, since it was preceeded by a long absence of poetry in my life.  Although it was written at some point in the 90's I think (I don't date anything...) some parts have been recently re-worked, re-tweeked and given a more updated/recent facelift, with most of the latter part of the poem being almost completely re-written in the last couple of weeks. As opposed to the next poem I will be posting, "Truth," where the first couple of lines were written months ago, and I had envisioned a completely different direction for it, but the rest of it was written very late last nite, or very early this morning...however you want to look at it:)

Of course last nite's champagne fueled, bingo nite at Black Bear may have had something to do with it......:)

champagne + art = creation

not always though, it also can lead to suicide...and I have no interest in going down that route...have way too much to do, see, create!!!!!!

Ok, so I lied earlier, I said I was going to post a poem a week, but I'm posting Truth now...:)

Seasons

I am the season of rebirth.
My Winter's passed
and now I blush with hues
of Spring.
My throat accepts the light of
deepest blue
to renaissance my cells
and awaken the skill
that they once
knew.
I am a Sodalite
that bathes in
pools of light,
energized to create
braids of words
that tell
my story.
In a state of dreamless sleep
they laid
until I found
my quartz.
Now I blister
with the light of
one thousand stars.
I illuminate the black hole.
In the center of the Tempest
I have stumbled into
my Season,
stepped into
the ring of fire
that I will not let turn to ash.
My pain, validated, for in the cards
it was factored into my destiny.
I must keep this pain alive,
not let my fire go up in smoke,
to be caught in a fog
and slip into
a twilight sleep
for another 15 years.