never too old –
college town shop girl
smites heart with smile
aphorisms, haiku, poetic musings by Richard Farrell
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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
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 to ee cummings)
sun sets,
day cares fade,
night peace descends
emotions trump the intellect;
the poetic, the reasonable
even the Dalai Lama gets the blues;
he just doesn’t have them for long
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 fill my thoughts
sweet memories of bittersweet times
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, at ground, is the embodiment of
our belongingness (as emotion)
and our interconnectedness (as understanding)
to and with all that lives and is
always thought clouds
passing through,
sometimes rain, sometimes not
half an inch of banded gold,
louder than all diamonds:
she is his forever
attitude, as much as character, is destiny
older yang, younger yin –
for the pleasure of her company
there was no defense
(for WPL)
emotions
ping! pong!
and I? the ball
when she winked at me, I wasn’t thinking about unrequitable love
(for WPL)
strange morning sadness –
in my arms the absence of a woman
I loved 20 years ago