Quite without effort,
words coalesce: the bright brooch
A wisp, a whisper
of wistfulness, of wanting …
gritted teeth, desire.
Breathing empties me;
a single candle flickers,
sparks a forest-fire.
All futures blossom
on one ancient tree; sways still
the eternal dance.
(08 February 2015)
The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.
Let this monkey go.
Let the senses go.
Let desires go.
Let conflicts go.
Let ideas go.
Let the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the center, watching.
And then forget that you are there.
from Hua Hu Ching: The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu
translated by Brian Walker
Step into your choices and stop telling yourself that you can’t, when what you really mean is that you don’t want other people to feel the way you think [they’re] going to feel when they see you making the choices you really want to make. Got it? (Neale Donald Walsch)
Wanting to write a
haiku — maybe a tanka —
but nothing happens.
Striking out, I strike out. With
nothing to say, I say it.