passage

 

 

 

 

 

“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”

 

 

Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera

 

 

 

 

 

make hay..

 

 

 

 

while the sun shines

 

a day of warmth and sunshine
rare for January
the new year has just begun
tired from the busy-ness of the holidays
every bit of extrovert-ness mustered
has been used up
(exhausting for an introvert)

wandering alone around this farm
a breath of fresh air
before my hibernation begins

to sort things out
to accomplish some goals
to start on a couple of projects
to try something new

 

(in March I will be spending a week up at Maine Media College, participating in a workshop led by Cig Harvey)

 

Is it  possible to teach an old dog new tricks?

 

I’ll let you know come April

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

winter shadows on the table in the hall

 

 

 

 

I hear the quiet
in the dark

and smell the warm sunlight
dancing across the wall

I see the crack in the jar
where the cover doesn’t quite fit

I feel the chip in the wall
in the shape of a ragged heart

I taste the offering of sweetness
waiting on the table

 

I think

this is me

my self portrait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imagism

 

 

 

 

 

 “so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water…”

 

~ William Carlos Williams

(excerpt from The Red Wheelbarrow)

 

 

 

 

 

drop the “I”

 

 

 

 

 

“Go back to knowing that it is simple. The fun is in the busy-ness as long as it’s fun for you. And when you see that it’s just more of the same stories, all about ‘me’, drop it. You can observe what goes on benignly, but keep going. From the position of observer, take that last step. Who’s the one observing ? Go there. Who is that ultimate, absolute observer, where ‘seeing itself’ arises? Let attention rest there. Let it be ok that nothing has happened. Let the show be over, let the movie, the story of ‘I’ as an individual person, be over. And see what happens. Truth will reveal itself, absolute clarity of how this matrix works, will show itself to be no more than a matrix. And somehow, a capacity to enjoy what ever is unfolding is always there. You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to have good health, you don’t have to do it before your body dies, it’s got nothing to do with anything: it’s right now, place your attention behind any stories, any concepts. From there, freedom arises, beauty arises, love arises. But don’t take my word for it, do it. And prove me wrong, I’d be delighted. I’ll take on that challenge any day. Do it and find out.

So blessings on all of us, who are pretending to be human.”

 

~ Jac O’Keeffe