Aloneness

Dose a tree feel alone?

With it's roots in the earth

Maitri

I have so many friends I have never met

or may never meet again

Friendliness is my friend.

From one day to the next I am countless beings

In one moment as well.

I make friends within myself

and even they come and go

as I come and go.

Memories

Look were everyone else has and see something inspiring, and unique as

the individual who has paused a moment to realize that when observing

a tree, or a rock, we see, in our minds eye, only what we want to see,

or what we have been told is there, and if we could look beyond

the apparent reality we create, we might catch, if only for a moment,

a glimpse of the true face of god.

I was looking through my old poems. Wow. Memories. I wish I had all of my old poetry but only some of them survived. Mostly from my depressive times and my drug times. After I sobered up and I was studying Sufism I destroyed them all. Merrin had saved some, that one was from highschool.

pride.

Imagine a sea lion, on a rock.

He looks something like a potato.

Now imagine 10 of them on the rock,

relaxing.

One guy crawls out of the water and starts barking at the others.

Pushing them around, letting everyone know who is boss.

ROAR ROA...

Like a big ferocious potato.

The mind is like water.

You have heard that the mind is like water?

Wavy, reflecting distorted images.

The "actual" stuff always ends up falling in

like bits of truth (90% hidden)

melting slowly away.

Anatma

Anatma - The rock is as much a self as I.

I drew the face on the rock.

Who drew the face on me?

After glaicers carved this island,

for ages water pounded the beach.

Charcoal, from where? washed ashore.

I landed, was advised but wondered.

The sound of waves and a sea breeze.

I saw the rock and smiled.

Duhkha

Duhkha

To live we need thorns.

With tough skin on strong hands we take what we deserve,

Hunger and thirst consume us - we feel - so restless.

Our soft hearts locked away in a cage

to beat alone...

for a little while.