One bead is one moment of our experience .... flowing... wrapped in reflections.... reflected on a bead of water .... reflections constantly changing..... due to time and space..... a sense of movement...... is there a reality? Is there time and space?..... hit your head on concrete, then it is clear.Our experiencing is one bead of… Continue reading A verse about watching
Category: Poems and Such
Upon noting freshness fading
When newness disappears is this the ship capsized? Or is reality just peeking through the lore? But could our sense of now moving undulatingly Instead be like the sky's attention on a cloud?
Upon finding a discarded ring
On the ground.... an old silver ring..... Discarded or lost...... It looked like it had been worn for years.... The original meaning, along with the little gemstones Long fallen out and forgotten. Reminds one of the passage of time.
Call me by my True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow because even today I still arrive. Look deeply: I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to… Continue reading Call me by my True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh
Mandalay – Poem by Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear… Continue reading Mandalay – Poem by Rudyard Kipling
If – by Rudyard Kipling
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if---?fbclid=IwAR3D22eVr0gggh2W2NCFXzdhvo_9IQxEYhN0cl8ZOQ-szvSKLOwF696s4BM (‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being… Continue reading If – by Rudyard Kipling