Suffering

A baby not meant to live

A toddler’s tiny body overcome with illness

A teen making the wrong choices

A man broken, fighting his addictions

A middle-age person, grieving his losses

An elder, lonely from the inside out

Suffering….

A child running out, unable to dodge the car

A parent striving to get their child the care they need

A mother saying goodbye to her babies

A man caught up in his own delusions

A person feeling never ending avarice

A life so shattered, the desire to end it grows

Suffering….

A fear so large that it consumes the mind

Anxiety felt deep within the gut

Spasms, tremors, constant pain

Fever so high that seizures happen

Withdrawing from addictive substances

No more answers, no more choices

Suffering….

It is the human condition

It is you, it is me

Listen to what the Buddha said

Attachment and aversion lead to suffering

Sit here now, close eyes, breathe

And accept the suffering.

Suffering….

 

 

 

 

 

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Don’t

Don’t ask me about infinity

Or the time we nearly died

Don’t make my mind think like that

I know now that we lied.

Don’t tell me it will all be better

That life works out that way

You know I don’t believe it

Still ain’t scared of your judgement day.

So don’t ply me with you smile

And ask me to do what’s good

Don’t let me think this is love

Or that you treat me like you should.

Don’t ask me

Cause I ain’t scared

Don’t tell me

I’ll never be prepared.

Don’t call me

I won’t answer anyway

You don’t scare me

It’s meant to end this way.

 

 

The End

The deadline has come and gone

It’s over

The end of the month

The end of the challenge

The place where things come to wind down

The beginning of something new.
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What will be your purpose in this new month?

To be kind and caring every day?

Meet the challenge of compassion toward all?

Finish the project rolling around on the floor?

Continue to live your poetry?

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Regardless, it’s certainly over

Done, finished, complete

Whether you care or not,

It has ended

And something new shall emerge.

Remember

I don’t remember

Making the journey to today

Or the day I was born

And the moment you slipped away.

I don’t recall the time it took

To heal from when you hurt me

Or the burning pain, so very deep

Like a rolling, frothing, raging sea.

I also can’t call back

The times of great joy and love

When we were held tight

Enmeshed in a power from above.

This is the problem with me

With the structure of my limited brain

I can’t remember much

The clouds remain unslain.

But maybe it’s a way to move beyond

Oh, yes it could just be a blessing

A way to move forward

So love keeps progressing.

 

 

Gratitude

Open up your heart

Practice a little gratitude

All you have been blessed with

Making note will change your attitude.

A simple cup of coffee

Thanks be to all being who made it happen

A smile on a child’s face

The joy when they are laughing.

Snowflakes falling, swirling about

Cold grey skies above

Being able to play in white fluff

Skiing, skating, doing the things you love.

A job, a career

A place to work and grow

Colleagues who are kind and caring

Learning to accept and let go.

Health, wellness, and well being

Enables us to share with others

Gifts of loving kindness

Sharing wisdom passed down from ancestral mothers.

Let’s practice this all year long

And live in our place of gratitude

Let’s remember to care for self

And create those shifts in attitude.

 

 

 

Dreams

In my dreams

The mother comes to me

And she whispers

You can change this

You can make a difference.

I wake with tears in my eyes

And wonder why, how, when.

The next night she comes again

You must, the mother said, have faith.

Yet, once again I awake in tears

Wondering, where does faith come from?

More dreams, more tears

This time, she whispers

Just let go.

If you fall, I will catch you.

If you slide, I will pick you back up

If you fail, I will comfort you

Until you are ready

Ready to try again.

Uncertainty

Uncertainty

She follows me

Down the path

Around the corner

Through the jungle of challenges.

She whispers in my ear

“You never know….”.

She scares me sometimes

Even though she is right

I don’t know what is around the corner

Down the path

Through the jungle

Lurking in the near future.

But, sometimes her sibling

Faith appears.

Faith holds my hand

And tells me not to worry.

She stands right in front of uncertainty

Blocking her way

No more whispers can be heard.

Sometimes Faith holds her ground

Day after day.

Other times I call for her

And she seems to have slipped away.

“Faith”, I cry, “come to me!”

But if Faith is busy

And it looks like Uncertainty

Is winning the whisper war,

I can call on others, like astonishing Hope

The shimmery beauty of Love

and

The golden promises of Ease.

The siblings that guarantee

A moment or two of calm,

Or even tranquility

No matter Uncertainty’s presence.