morning sundrops
dance across the tips of the prairie grass
love lighting their way
into the perfect day
an oblique glance
came my way
as tears
washed through the inside of me
how humanity
finds sorrow difficult to face head on
we sandwich our funerals in between our tasks
we excuse ourselves if we are asked
we run
we hide
we fear
we do not want to be its pawn
yet into every life
grief enters
perhaps if we entered its song
we could right ourselves from the wrong?

chaos
building in my mind
squeezing the orange
one more time!
pain floating
in and out
how the inner voices
leap and shout
Toni Zenz, “Der Hörende”
(“The Listener,” bronze, 1957,
Pax-Christi Kirche, Essen, Germany)
why?…why not?
judge…do not judge
smoke-filled
brain fog smudge
BE …OPEN up MIND
leap on that being
turn it into becoming
let out the primordial scream
LISTEN
Teachers as wise as Lao Tzu have extolled the virtues of patience – “I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.” – See more at: http://www.mindfueldaily.com/livewell/7-inspiring-thoughts-about-patience#sthash.doObppHw.dpuf
Simplicity~
petal openness
joy without reservation
just being itself
Patience~
tiny seeds of life
nurtured daily with loving
persevering will
Compassion~
growing
being, becoming, loving, forgiving
interconnection
In Loving Memory of my brother,
Airman Roger J. Johann
July 24, 1935-May, 4, 1955
Life is a whisper quick–
as he balanced the cigarette on his lip
I was just three, sitting on his knee
the kitchen chair, him and me
then he passed the cigarette my way
naïve I was what can I say
when a puff of smoke I did inhale
and I felt ever so pale
big brothers have their ways
and we did bond deeply in that stay.
It was Christmas Eve and I was four
I was waiting for him who I adored
Snuggled in his bed asleep
He picked me up and down the stairs we did creep
There underneath the lit Christmas tree
Colored chalk and blackboard waiting for me!
Off to England and Iceland next
There he was the Air Force guest
Then the day became the night
His life was lost on that flight
Only nineteen, it was not fair
So young and so much to give for freedom’s dare
The North Atlantic took him to the Lord
And his eight friends who were aboard
Now the years have come and gone
Still I remember his gentle song
My Mom sat with me
Beneath the window breeze
Pointing to the sky
To the military formation for me to fly
There were the planes one by one
Except for yours, they flew their song
How deep her sorrow for you she wept
In her heart, the love she kept
How many young people have given their life
For freedom, that day, became your wife
“It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.”
― Confucius
the hurt of betrayal
shakes a person to the core
the hurt of betrayal
closes love’s door
disbelief and shock
become companions of the day
sleeplessness and tears
become the unspoken way
doubts of self arise within
becoming despair and lost hope
dragging in the mud
contemplating how to cope
as illusions continue to flood
the pain is real and deep
trust is in a tailspin
still love prevails as I weep
somehow forgiveness
must enter once more
somehow goodness
must surface to the floor
compassion for the other
cannot be ignored
compassion for oneself
as hope opens the door
Young Sapling
blew in the breeze
as the wind carried its branches
into freedom wind.
The gusts invisible breath was so strong
that Young Sapling gymnast
touched Mother Earth with a fleeting kiss
springing back into position in a flash!
Not quite sure how it happened or why!
A short distance away
was Grandmother Birch
fifty years its senior
steady and strong as the wind blew.
Outwardly appearing invincible
to the taunt and fury of the wind.
However, inside and in between were the years:
the happenings…
the choices…
the laughter…
the slam dunks,..
the “how did it happen?” phenomena…
the joys…
the rug pulled out from underneath…
the hurts…
the tears…
the love given…
the affirmations…
the love lost…
the triumphs…
the failures…
the successes…
the love memories
the “get back up” and live some more
MOMENTS–
that weathered the storm
and broke forth in LIGHT and HOPE
and CHOSE to live!
As the girth of the tree widened
new sprouts came forth!
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