Time’s passing so quickly
You have not returned from your walk
You should have been getting ready
To go to ride the ferry
Eating breakfast, dressing up
But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat
The telephone is garbled confusion
Converging into cries and disbelief
Of what has happened.
Tears take time to dry
Smile takes time to sustain
Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not
Take the place of loss, we
Brave each morning, learning
New steps, each night may bring
New dreams, to remember and celebrate
Your life that will not return
Understanding and surrender take time
Love bears and endures all things
The only truth I have to know.
Today is second week of Lent
I imagine the Blessed Mother looking
At Jesus during his passion
I feel a deep sadness
I imagine all the other mothers
And fathers who have lost a loved one
We share the loss
We share tears and pain
We are one
We are one with One
Because of love.
“Love bears all things,
… endures all things.”
Silence or disinterest
But when you pick up rutabaga
They will start talking with you
A simple algorithm
Not common or sounds exotic
Words can break walls
Collaboration in times of war is dangerous
At other times can bring us peace
If given a day
A drop in one’s lifetime
A person can make another happy.
Reading an old newspapper is not useless
It’s like waiting for a train
You may see something strange
Or someone extraordinary
You may want to know more
To understand and comprehend
Like going to a desert to escape the city
And sleep under the stars, take
Photographs of the constellations,
Of the revolving sky where existence is all written
Waiting for a train is like a promise
The patience of thought for surprising
Consequences, allowing the mind
To wander or focus,time,proximity
Of time,simultaneity of waiting grinds
Slowly, my attention, constant and stubborn
Devotes all time to you.
The simplicity that love can enter
One’s heart at first sight.
Will I sacrifice myself for love?
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
note: A poem by Czeslaw Milosz quoted by Parker J. Palmer in his book On the Brink of Everything, the book I’m currently reading.
You bend your head to listen
Changing the direction of your thought
The umbrella collapses against the wind
You stand up and leave the conversation
You are afraid you lost something
Your life yearns for completeness
Something bold and ordinary
Like the hundred quests to fold origami
Imagine the mystery of longing
With a simple lantern to guide the way
To find the piece missing
And all the steps to the last breath.
note: Mrs. Abstract and I visited Sequioa National Park. We stayed at a B&B with a beautiful miniature fairy garden.
Mrs. Abstract enjoying the morning reading a book next to one of the three rivers.
The Little Things
To search a question is not to find an immediate answer
But to hear a voice that may lead to an understanding
Unfurled, uncoiled, unchained
free like a kite unleashed
You glow while saying each word
as if they are sacred
She goes out with her camera
anxious to discover a world,
new and independent from her mind
Where do you start
When you want to piece together a broken bowl
You will learn from the small pieces
Opening the closet and selecting a new pair of slacks and blouse
Which scarf to wear on a misty day
What to prepare for dinner
The little things like learning to love again
I rounded the loop,
finished my daily walk to fitness.
Now, I am ready for the next step,
a harder one,
call of the heart.