Sunday, June 15, 2014

Walter Perry Green

You were my Dad.
Nothing like other Dads.
Smart, soft-spoken, serious.
You always beat me
at chess.
We never played
basketball.
You expected 100% in math
Nothing less was acceptable or understood.
You were a scientist, but you bought me
   a piano
   an organ
   a clarinet
   a saxophone
   a guitar
   a flute
   an electric piano
   lessons
You loved my mother
completely.
I never heard you speak a harsh word to anyone.
You loved me quietly and consistently
I loved you back.
I still hear your voice every day
I still feel your presence
twenty-six long years later.
You would have turned 100 last week.
Grammie lived to 99, why couldn't you?
I miss you too much right now.
Today is your day.
Father's Day
Thank you, Dad.



Sunday, November 3, 2013

Thoughts

A Dream Called Life

In between moments or days of spiritual search,
There are moments or days of just living.
With the lessons learned or not.
Real insight either integrated or still elusive.

Watching the movie that plays in my eyes,
Observing, with a smile, my thoughts and my programming
Feeling, encouraging my true feelings, good or bad
Watching it all.
This is my new dream.

Even writing this, I stay here.
My breath, my heart beating, constant reminders of the present.
Instead of lost in thoughts, I'm lost in a dream called life.



Friday, August 31, 2012

Forget

Forget your old self
That person is gone for good
Discover what's new

Just let the past go
A leaf adrift on water
While you look ahead

If you are a wave
This is your special moment.
Reach for the hot sun.

MS #2 (or 3, I forget)

Who can predict the future?
I vaguely remember the past.
I'm only sure about right now.
This moment, and the next.

Just a breath and a look around.
I hear music, feel sunlight, smell coffee,
I see family, and friends,
Amazing blessings.

We just call it "letters"
"M" and "S", 2 of the 26 English letters.
They only get as much power as you give them.
Leg pain, tiredness, all the rest? You don't faze me

Haiku

My heart speaks to yours
With no eyes, ears, hands, or words
Growing forever.

Day, night, dark or light
Winter, summer, spring and  fall.
Love grows deep and tall.


Friday, August 24, 2012

Haiku For U

Instead of careful
Crafting of words, I prefer
To just go crazy

Joy comes when it does
Moving quickly like the wind
Mind reaches in vain

Sorrow comes as well
An unwelcome companion
Not a friend for life

Watch closely, listen
Sit in silence, let love grow
Speak only to spread love







Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Thanksgiving, 2011, Kovalam, Varkala, India, Part 1

Morning tea is new
Bringing me closer to now
Hot, wet, sweet and good.

The light house turns again
Shining it's beacon on me
When will I awake?

The miracle of life
Found in each wave as it comes
And goes for awhile

How could anything
Be better than now? I see
Buddha everywhere.

The past is a dream
The future uncertain. Only
this moment is real.

Sleep is sweet but so
is waking to thoughts of you.
I turn to find you.

No eraser here
Or in life, only forgive
-ness, and compassion.

Tea is gone just now
But it's tast remains on my
tongue and in my mind.

I can only do
As much I can can starting
now, with this intent.

Today I will find
A time to share a smile, with
Someone I will meet.

My wife is sleeping
She knows no Dharma, except
She already does.

Cosmic thoughts seemed real
At seventeen, now they have
returned for a time.

Thoughts come and go, but
 My love for you will remain.
Strong and real like fire.

Two hands reach out, one
From you and one from me, and
Our eyes shine with love.

I don't know you yet.
But you will be my sister,
My brother, I love you.

I don't know you yet,
But I can already tell,
You will be my friend.

I haven' met you
I'v never heard your voice, but
It rings in my ear.

I need only food,
And sleep to be strong so that
I can do some good.

One breath at a time
One world at a time, this one
Is incredible.

Unraveling all.
The way to empty, who knew?
Many people knew.

This page was intent
-ionally left full so that
I can find my way.

I can mostly stop
And let go, but other times
I still grasp too tight.

Each morning brings the
Promise of a chance to do
some good in the world
OR
some good with my life
OR
Some thing that is right.

These words are wirtten
In a small book made by hands
That I can sense now.

In another page, the
Book will be half full, but the
heart is completely.

Close your eyes, then look
Again at the clouds, see how
They will always change.