emotions

spring void

05/05/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues

heartache
floats…
in Nothingness





Happy emotions come and go, so do unhappy ones. These are, in themselves, not signs of suffering, potential or actual. They are signs of living.





inspiration is everywhere,
some days I’m just too lazy to look





never too old –
college town shop girl
smites heart with smile





we act on our desire, not our reason; without desire, nothing happens

with thanks to Humberto Maturana





above the weather
until thinking of you –
clouds at eye level

for CN





giving up giving up anger (and sorrow and…)
seems to be doing a job
giving up anger was supposed to do





arrogance limits the already partial view we have of the world leading to cataracts on our capacity for insight and wisdom





hopeless –
a romantic till the end –
a look, a smile, a lilting voice and dreams arise

I tell myself, “you’re too old,
too bald, too fat…”
no matter, dreams arise





as emotions lose transcendent import, we can relax:
sadness is just sadness, joy just joy,
no avoiding one, no clinging to the other,
they come and go as they will — as do all the rest




regrets

06/08/2009 · 0 comments

in human living


without guilt, regrets are nothing to regret; they’re just regrets





annoyed with a limitation of age,
I curse . . . watch as anger drains away





emotions come, then go,
nothing to do,
clouds always leave the sky





all dreams of flowers
(i love you more)
are nothing so much
(than words can hold)
as reflections of your face
(or heart can say)
caught in a smile

(for CN with thanks and apologies to ee cummings)




evening

08/31/2008 · 0 comments

in human living


sun sets,
day cares fade,
night peace descends




trumps

08/13/2008 · 0 comments

in human living


emotions trump the intellect;
the poetic, the reasonable





even the Dalai Lama gets the blues;
he just doesn’t have them for long




giving…

05/14/2008 · 0 comments

in human living


giving tames the wanting beast





while I live life as a local, I sometimes experience it as a tourist





there is no end to acceptance or, perhaps better, to accepting





morning walk on the greenbelt –
only the dogs, sniffing,
say hello




lovers past

09/02/2007 · 0 comments

in moments


lovers past fill my thoughts
sweet memories of bittersweet times




inheritance

05/13/2007 · 0 comments

in moments


in my mother’s face I see the origin of my own sorrow





an old lover’s laughter
bringing memories
of only the good times




faith 1

03/10/2007 · 3 comments

in human living


faith is embodied belongingness (as emotion)
and interconnectedness (as understanding)
to and with all that lives and is