Gravity

There aren’t many problems

That can’t be solved 

By going out and sitting

Beneath a tree

While reality drops

On your head like an apple.

Perhaps nothing would happen,

But sometimes it takes a while

To understand

That there is something much larger,

Much more important

Than apples simply falling.

—Paul Causey

Skateboard Mishap

I thought he'd be all right on a skateboard. I was wrong.

 — Kim Mosley 

Three Views of Bodhidharma

Bodhidharma 1

Bodhidharma 2

Bodhidharma 3

—Bruce Linton, MFT, Ph.D. 

Tsunamis and Years

Tsunamis and years

refuse negotiations.

No change in habits.

— Ed Sancious

For just this moment

Touch is all that’s needed to be a you and me.

Everything is embrace of my lips that settle against your breast

quickening the pace of heartbeats,

signaling promise for more to come

in this sudden secret moment.

And though there is no length of time in “now”

your touch, for just this moment,

transforms closeness of flesh and bone and blood

into a magnitude of miracle,

into metaphor for love.

 

For us this moment is ceremony.

breathing ritual timeless mantras –

a present tense reverence

of sacred forces in resonance

that advocate or motivate

formula for attaining love.

 

Placed outside of time

our love becomes

contentment,

absent of ornament.

It stays itself.

Is what begins and follows.

 

No need nor time to master this conceit

as there’s nothing to articulate,

no squandering of syntax

no upending of cognition.

Faithful to this moment

we fuel the heart with passion

steer towards reckless romance

even without the crutch of metaphor

and treasure breathless recognition.

 

We, like time, unravel and speak:

"I you love,

love you I"

— Ed Sancious

Basho Prompt

These years have found a favor

in learning of Mystery.

Letting aging teach, despite opinion or desire,

that everything changes,

nothing fails to balance,

denial is never sufficient,

and fear is hollow

because the twins of birth and death are proof of equilibrium.

 

I’ve learned it best for me

to sit myself into stillness,

and end the search for treasures in life

as life itself IS the treasure.

 

I take comfort and delight

in naming the illumination of stars

long gone dark in night skies.

Treasuring each impulse to language Grace

I stand in rain

indistinguishable from the wet.

— Ed Sancious