Hallway to Nowhere

Tag: connection

  • Patience On The Path (Poem)

    Thank you for teaching me patience amidst urgency.

    Yes, my time here in this body is precious and brief,

    And I wish to do as much good as possible for both myself and others.

    But I can relax into this path

    By realizing that my limitations are many and varied.

    I am a traveler like everyone,

    And my supplies and journey are affected by myriad different things.

    The way can seem daunting, with unexpected detours and deterrents.

    My progress speeds and slows and sometimes halts for awhile,

    For I am not commencing alone in a void.

    I continue step by step with a steady mind and open heart,

    With the knowledge that eventually I will reach my destination.

    While I travel, I experience pleasures and griefs on the way,

    With appreciation that they are temporary and ever-changing.

    Remember always that scenery is only scenery

    And continue to walk.

  • The Seedling (Poem)

    I walked on the trail and saw

    Amongst the usual plants and trees

    A small sapling that appeared different.

    This thing is not like the other things,

    Thought I. But then I said

    Stop and look again and see.

    I did. Here is what I found:

    Like the other growing things,

    The little seedling grew from the earth;

    The branches reached to the sky;

    The wood was brown and the leaves green;

    The sun and rain and soil nourished it.

    This thing is utterly like the other things.

    So with all, if only we look closely

    With openness.

  • How We Weave (Poem)

    Let us consider our actions with care,

    Be they verbal, behavioral, or otherwise.

    Any of these done has force in the world,

    With consequences unforeseen and unknown.

    Each gives rise to a certain tendency of repetition,

    Increasing in weight into often unconscious habit.

    Patterns can trap us in complex webs

    Which take a lifetime or more to unravel.

    Much simpler to choose with intent.

    Not easier, as we are connected with all around us.

    Start now, wherever we are.

  • Mise En Scene (Poem For Feb 27-PouncePunk22)

    Consider your landscape and your place therein:

    How do you move within this tableau?

    A masterful stride that crushes underfoot, unheeding and careless?

    A mindful walk that considers terrain, thoughtful and considerate?

    Are you owner of all or simply another piece of this whole?

    The answers we give delineate and determine our surroundings.

    Interior and exterior, these are intertwined and essentially the same.

    Trample unseeing the grass and insects; build without ceasing regardless of cost.

    This befouls your very air and your indifferent heart. Death comes in many forms.

    Remember other denizens have equal claim; think upon the welfare of earth, sea, and sky.

    Understand this enables all to breathe with comfort in concert.

    Easy? No. Your replies, my replies, our replies shape the common ground.

    Think. Be aware. Transform your mind.

  • Messenger (Poem For Feb 18-PouncePunk22)

    Dark aspect and terrifying mien.

    Wings of skin and bone with barbed points.

    Grey-scaled limbs with daggered claws.

    Fiery eyes with glaring stare.

    Chilling voice with harrowing words.

    Speaking thus:

    “You are responsible for your own enlightenment.

    You are also responsible for all other beings.

    Hear these words and open yourself.”

    Are you sure you want to meet an angel?

  • Fissured Light (Poem)

    Thank you.

    Your words run quicksilver

    Over my patched places.

    I am shattered anew.

    But now the light flows through,

    And I laugh to see this.

    The cracks of all my imperfections

    Are not flaws,

    Nor am I merely broken.

    I am that, yes, but also and at the same time,

    Gloriously whole just as I am.

    As are we all.

  • Divi/Illu/Sion (Poem)

    There is you and there is me.

    There is division.

    Look deeper.

    There is illusion.

    What you thought was a warning,

    A hand held up high,

    Is in fact a greeting of welcome.

    Perspective changes everything.

    Open your mind.

    Expand your heart.