Saturday, July 23, 2022

New poem: "Awesome Responsibility"

 Awesome Responsibility

 “Poetry does our thinking for us,”

said Zen poet, Jane Hirshfield;

but so do our belief systems think

for us. Poetry does our thinking

when do not know where to go,

always searching, searching for the

way of what is to come, the path

to our true self, and how difficult

it is to let go of our belief systems

that do our thinking for us too—

religion, politics, fashion. Not

that we don’t want more freedom;

but because we cannot bear the

awesome responsibility of thinking

for ourselves.

 

Sunday, July 10, 2022

New Poem: "Now Is Your Only Context"

 Now Is Your Only Context

 

“Behold, be grateful, and forgive that

which you did not understand or control,”

said he, when he appeared to have his

portrait painted. “For life is divine, it is

perfect, and it naturally manifests the will

of the creator.” Everyone’s right, and

everyone’s wrong, and the world is always

changing; but not every one knows this,

which is why the world is in such a mess.

The eco system is out of whack—oceans

rising, deforestation, desertification, air

and water pollution dangerously close to

the point of no return, with religion no

longer sufficing to tame man’s reptilian

brain; it’s a sad situation, and we’re running

out of time. But that’s only one paradigm.

There’s another that’s always in play—

the merciful law of divine reconciliation;

and what we do today will be tomorrow’s

salvation. And before the artist completed

his portrait, the man said: “There is no

other time or place to find yourself. Now

is your only context.”

Saturday, July 2, 2022

New poem: "A Little Orientation"

 

A Little Orientation

 

Looking back, way back,

I can see how far I’ve come:

a teaching I studied five decades

ago, secretly known as the way

of the sly man, is so far out of sync

today that one wonders why it’s

still around; and another teaching

that I studied for over three decades,

secretly known as the way of the

eternal, so full of promise, is now

a pale ghost of what it never was;

and today I am where I want

to be, free to be me.