HAPPY and SAFE NEW YEAR.
HAPPY and SAFE NEW YEAR.
If writing verses of a song can help
Memorize prime numbers and build
Memory, all my failings will fade
Away, I will be grateful for the new
Developments like learning how to elope
And reverse expenses. I, myself,
Will be smiling, stand at the center of the stage
Start a play though will not make me richer, will make
Me less poorer. Is it an improvement to end
The year? Or is it a certain type of beauty,
A beauty of a moment that suddenly disappear?
Enduring moment is enduring the present bringing
Enough strength to move the wheels of hope.
It’s awful to feel lonely.
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?
Before the year ends
An expanse of a year or years
You will look back and reflect, a self chitchat:
How far did you go in the four quadrants?
Encounters of your body, mind, heart, and soul.
You want to look
For signs of transformation or coherence
Habits and struggle to interpret health
Or commitment to deliberate practice and growth,
How far did you walk, how long did you dance?
Meeting with spiritual teachers did you learn
Mindfulness, contemplate the ultimate reality,
Soul’s journey to what is, the presence
Approach to your emotions, painting the colors
Where will your heart turn, what will your heart embrace?
The unfolding, reversal of thought
Tossing ideas, catch and throw and catch again
Doubt may envelope your desires
Arrangement of imagination, how to start and proceed
The choices are several, relevance and pretenses
Being careful of pleasures and enhancers
Without ruminating to death or nonsense
You accept the invitation to open a book
You memorize the wrappings before you unfold
You may have to put the origami pages together again
Before they mutate to different personalities
Pages stained with peanut butter and blueberry jam
As if reminiscing over breakfast
A calming sound of pages turning,
Your voice from reading the text
You are thinking absurd and elegant
Riddles to spark creativity.
You confront the question:
Is life’s greatness and simplicity measured
By how far or how near you offer
Your heart for goring, to the bull’s horns?
The morning before to envision a new world
You have to plan for New Year’s Eve
But pause for a moment, even for a briefest moment
“Hold the moment in your awareness,
A moment of mindfulness,” of gratitude.
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.
A sudden flash, then
disturbing team of horses a far distance from the window
a boy chalk-drawing on the sidewalk looks up at the sky
a rat rattles the cage and escapes
the woman pauses pouring tea on her cup
the liquid seems frozen in space
a baby wakes
the first rain since Saturday.
Magical addiction to good clear grammar
Loads of small moments come after escaping the cannibals
Not a caravan of giant ants devouring fallen logs
Or a tribe of jellyfish, the stinging wiggly umbrellas,
The sensations of dread are so heavy they cry in their sleep
Gnawing on their limbs and heads
Soon elementary syntax, context, structure of verb and noun
Short and long lines, prose and poetry boil inside the cauldron
Overflow on the floor, out the door, on to the streets
They surrender themselves, surrendering to elements of surprise.