Beckon on
March 19, 2024
Long after lamps’ oil dwindles down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
a final truth never found
Forged as tools
Vailed mirrors direct The gaze
In vast colors and every way
Except that which is plain
Seeking preceptor
Kingdoms seduce in whole
Promise lands with crossed fingers
Soon all becomes damned
Towards heaven, passions turn
Every fiber transformed to be in reach
When the fall comes, as it always does
Enemies born externally
No will left to carry on the hunt
A moment arises within the breath
The fourth time destroying ticks
that do not exist
Long after lamps’ oil dwindles down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
a final truth never found
When in doubt
November 7, 2023
A changing of the season. Like the passing of some deeply held belief. Would this continue for the rest of his life? Chris debated the meaning of the cirrus clouds. What message was it bringing to him? Was it a sign? Maybe his existence has no meaning at all. How could he know? Amongst the confusion he had a moment of clarity, the snow would be. The easy way out of his cyclic thinking began by not fighting nature. It does not matter whether he liked or disliked the snow, whether is was a blessing or a burden; it simply is.
This realization brought a great calm within Chris’ normally discursive mind. All along he had thought everything had such deep and profound meanings. And now, when opinion was removed, his experience was as is, not how it should be. When in doubt, breathe.
Details
Cyclic
November 7, 2023
Maybe this time, maybe things will magically change
‘I can do it,’
‘just don’t care,’
‘don’t over think it,’
…all false mantras
I was doomed from the stubborn start
1104
August 25, 2023
It’s so nice to see you again
coming out the shadows with a pen
Just two lines for now. My brain has trouble organizing thoughts sometimes. This is a greeting to the writer in me looking to resurface.
unborn
March 31, 2023
it is not impatient, it is not angry
it is not lacking, it is not form
it is stainless
it is
the basic message
February 20, 2023
energy pulsing
along with morning crunching
breathe space breathe space breathe
Pronunciation
February 13, 2023
Untitled moment
three ante meridiem
being here for now
In hope that we might sleep
April 22, 2018
In times we cannot accept,
Minutes seem likes days.
No color, no taste…even love seems fake.
And then, we step with our left instead of our right.
We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.
The shoulders fall; we breathe again in a new space
And for a moment, we open again.
522
June 3, 2017
Touched by space in a moment
Not profound nor beautiful; just simply true
Reminds to rest and allow all fully
Not to chase or resist…
Simple breathing
Stainless light
October 22, 2016
Early morning guest
October 7, 2016
Art the Dinosaur
September 29, 2016
Little rebel
September 28, 2016
photo by Emily Blincoe
http://www.emilyblincoe.com/arrangements/
To think that I once thought of myself as free
Wind blown, free to grow, color in cheeks
Whether this life was eventually termed long or short
I’m not really sure either concept will ever come close
I wanted so much more, simply to live and be able to love
But in the end, I became just another story for the coffee book table
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moment
August 24, 2016
Heart smile, eyes gleaning
She wants only to rest in love
I’m an apple
August 19, 2016
30 days
So beautiful
I am blessed
Where the wild things go…
August 12, 2016
Sudden creaking door
Natural smell, sudden smack
Merton beneath trees
Stillness again
August 7, 2016
Time seems stretched somehow
Playing each moment sweetly
I remember this
Dust and light
September 23, 2015
1369
May 28, 2015
It’s so easy to see it.
To feel the damp, soft leaves…
smell the sharp, fall air,
clearing away all thoughts.
Curls everywhere.
2 am chocolate.
Midnight rain…emphasizing the silence.
Somewhere deep in a dark forest,
we will sleep like cats.
Sleep easy
March 26, 2015
Of all the wanted things,
my only, is
to say goodnight
Subtle love
October 30, 2014
Finding. A hidden poem in your pocket during work….all the things I’ll never say
she sleeps
August 16, 2014
she sleeps
he lay there thinking
he is aware of the over thinking
and chooses to sit in the silence of the dark morning
breathing in, seeing the confusion, feeling the onslaught of emotions
she sleeps
he sits
breath and awareness separated by concept
candle flicker and nature dual
her breathing becomes the lesson
of letting go
the hips fall forward
allowing the channel to open
for a second he analyses
“Let go: it’s OK. Just, let go..”
Some would say he forgot his surroundings
and fell into another state.
Maybe found a higher plane…
Yet, he simply made peace with this time and place.
And as she dreamed, hoped and slept,
he sat.
hilltop breeze
August 8, 2014
Kentucky trees
erasing all thoughts
for a moment I was there
kissed by its’ breeze
The crisp, moist fallen leaves
clinging to the bottom of my jeans
everything so simple
space
July 29, 2014
…and so we spend our entire life trying to acquire the most accurate wisdom only to realize that we don’t know a fucking thing…there may be no greater gift.
I like the smell of seaworms
June 20, 2014
inspired by a fellow blogger/writers’ recent post
I like darkness; the more the better. I like it to be so dark and so silent that I actually start to look over my shoulder every few minutes. I like having fresh cheese, tomatoes, salsa, guacamole, bread and wine laid out on a table in front of me for lunch (I miss you San Francisco lunches). I really like a cup of coffee with a cigarette, yet, both speed me up too much… and then I don’t like it anymore.
I like when Charlie, my cat, grazes my arm with his wet nose. The silence after midnight. I like walking around after midnight, when most are asleep so the need to speak ceases. Weeks at Dharma Ocean; especially when in silent mode for days on end; I also like leaving Dharma Ocean after weeks of brutal meditation (with a sign of weariness and relief).
I like the smell of seaworms; yes, I can still smell you. And yes, the books still smell like you.
I like the feeling of books being in a perfect straight line. And I too, like the sound of a door being closed slowly. Foods that have the texture of skin; the smell of my fingertips after rolling a cigarette. Eating snow, sleeping in the mountains, people that don’t suck and convincing people who do that they don’t have to suck. I like waking up still in a dream, so connected I can taste and feel what was happening. I like the way Charlie just wants to sleep and purr; no other motives.
I like staring at my kids when they don’t know I’m looking. I like staring at my kids and annoying them when they know I’m looking. Getting lost in the woods. Taking the train somewhere unplanned and unknown. Left Hand Milk Stout, Amsterdam Shag tobacco, the smell of an apartment the morning after a ton of sage has been burnt. I like biting my nails ( it’s so damn satisfying). Riding my bike downtown with no destination or direction for hours. A giant glass of milk with a plate of french toast.
I like ending things.
Shadow
May 22, 2014
01:55
May 22, 2014
Maps made of hands
with comfortable borders
An old friend arises
The brain played too much of a role
Empty smoke moves towards the element
while a symbol of love clicks across keyboard
Horns play this final line
Thirty seven breathes
April 30, 2014
My love,
All of these years,
I can still feel you;
all the trees still look like you.
All the books speak your voice,
drawing me deeper in.
And on a few moonlit mornings,
I swear you’re still gently waking me up.
We don’t talk anymore,
and I don’t get to see your face except on the computer screen.
But the last time you touched my face seems like last week.
How is it possible that I love you more now than our last sleep?
Thirty-seven breathes…
I still can’t wait to tell you of all I meet within myself.
I still wake up excited to tell you about my dreams.
You may not know it,
but these days of mine I still share with you.
All of these days, all of these years,
I still feel you.
.
The end is near
April 4, 2014
The rules no longer bind
The guilt won’t hold
The machine is broke
Tell me how to speak
And i’ll abide
Tell us not to feel
I’ll fall in line
All everyone needs
is to be treated artificially
Tell us where to send our money
Use yours books
to make us fear
Teach us who not to love
The reign has gone on long enough
The end is near
The rules no longer bind
The guilt won’t hold
The machine is broke
Self-deception
March 4, 2014
Living out the shadows cast down upon us, cause it’s all we’ve ever known
Holding back everything that makes us real, cause all we learned was fear
And they say, “that it is what it is”
“It’s all the same”, well it’s just self deception
Living the same old self- made lies once again
And they say, “that it is what it is.”
“It’s all the same”, well that’s just self deception
Keeping the truth of pain and freedom at arms length
Back to the heart of me
Living like a crayon in a drawer full of spoons, feels like liberation
Forging forward as others think it too soon, breaking all the chains
And they say, “that it is what it is”
“It’s all the same”, well it’s just self deception
Living the same old self- made lies once again
And they say, “that it is what it is.”
“It’s all the same”, well that’s just self deception
Keeping the truth of pain and freedom at arms length
Back to the heart of me
Principasia
February 27, 2014
I met you first in a mental ward
never thought I’d feel your voice against my skin
We talked for hours in the red light
Told all that others wouldn’t hear
Miles away, ears from sight;
you’re still here
Keep telling myself
February 12, 2014
Just another number to forget
another name that I’ll always regret
Just another song I wont play at the bar
Just another late night place to avoid
another unique laugh I’ll never miss
Just another face I’ll never kiss
Or so I’ll keep telling myself…
Never gonna miss the way you say my name
or the sound of your breath,
while your head’s resting on my chest
Just another feeling I wont miss
when I wake up to your kiss
or the way you know just what to say
when I’ve been having a bad day
Never miss the way you danced with me
like everyone else has disappeared
or the way you let me love you
like I’m your best friend
Or so I’ll keep telling myself…
This is actually a song I’m working on…so it’ll probably change and be updating soon.
All to be
January 14, 2014
To sit in silence;
slowing down
thoughts losing speed
even more importantly, losing substance
Allowing all to be as is;
the tense neck
the fear of the unknown
the unassigned love
To walk as human;
to feel a heavy heart
experiencing uncertainty
knowing all is fleeting
Drifting
January 13, 2014
What do I see
lost; drifting, in this sea
but I am without oar
endlessly;
trying to allow me
quiet mind
October 30, 2013
Books for Sale
October 24, 2013
Cleaning off the bookshelves. It’s long over due. If you would like to purchase any of the following, just send me a message. Looking for s+h plus what ever you would like to pay for the book(s) in form of money order or check. (I don’t use banks)
Pyschology
Identity and the Life Cycle – Erik H. Erikson
Inscapes of the child’s world; Jungian counseling in schools and clinics – John Allan
Care of the soul; A guide for cultivating depth and sacredness in everyday life – Thomas Moore
Spiritual/Religion/Meditation
Buddha’s Lions; The Lives of the eighty-four siddhas (Abhayadatta) – Translated by James B. Robinson
The Tibetan Book of the Dead (intro by the Dalai Lama)
The Practice of Kalachakra (forward by the Dalai Lama) – Glenn H. Mullin
Science of the breath – Swami Rama, Rudolph Ballentine, M.D., Alan Hymes, M.D.
How to see yourself as you really are – Dalai Lama ..translated by Jeffrey Hopkins, PhD.
The Mishap Lineage;Transforming Confusion Into WIsdom – Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Enligtened courage – Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
The Upanishads – Translation by Eknath Easwaran
Merton and Sufism – Vons Vitae
Crisis and Story; Introduction to the Old Testament – W.Lee Humphreys
An Anthology of Living Religions – Mary Pat Fisher, Lee W. Bailey
The Routledge Companion to the study of Religion – edited by John R. Hinnels
if interested in any books, you can message me on here or at woihrt@yahoo.com
3 p.m.
October 22, 2013
How the day melts into lilac-colored space
presenting all objects without preference or passion;
an opportunistic mirror.
Embodied life
October 18, 2013
Thinking about intimacy.
How a lack of intimacy with self cuts off the connection completely. We sometimes come to a place of feeling a need for someone else to enter our life; to bring us acceptance, acknowledgement, happiness and meaning. But it is intimacy with ourselves that we are craving/lacking.
It’s easy to see how we come upon this “grey” state. Life gets tough, we sense that we are feeling too much, so we begin to distance ourselves from our experience/body. Using all sorts of creative distractions, keeping our brain occupied and on the move, we can live a life cut off from the painful aspects of life. What a lot of us fail to notice is that we are cutting off experiencing the pleasurable aspects of life, fully, as well.
The following website leads to the introductory teachings presented by Dharma Ocean. For those seeking an embodied life; one that embraces all of life’s experiences, fully, I invite you to take a look.
Best wishes on your journeys
Dennis
http://www.dharmaocean.org/meditation/learn-to-meditate/
Sun soaked hair
April 15, 2013
Last night, I saw you
moving through a meadow
riding a brown horse.
The sun shining through
your earthly, natural hair;
showing true beauty.
Why not?
March 9, 2013
A heat builds
while sitting cross-legged,
loosening the icy tension.
Knots start to unfold,
thoughts begin to slow,
compassion is revealed.
Why not spend
a small part of the day
uncovering the heart?
Why not let
the mind be
settled and open?
Why not
experience
freedom?
Awaken
February 15, 2013
The wind blows its contents about
Creating a beautiful tapestry for my eyes
All here sleep
I, alone, witness this
Mind wanders to the coming days
Flights, meditation, expectation
Then, those thoughts rest
And I, alone, witness this
As I breath in and out
Sun breaks the plane
All life stirs and begins its dance
All, eventually, will experience this
Life Revisited
February 13, 2013
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Today; breathing
February 11, 2013
An online friend had a post that invoked a reflection of mine that I would like to share;
Hi M@%%6(*h,
From all the meditation/bodywork/teachings, etc…it seems to all boil down to what you said; breathing with the present moment. I did a week-long solitary, meditation retreat about two years back and all I did was sob uncontrollably, the ENTIRE TIME! It was brutal, exhausting. I thought I was truly going to have a heart attack. It would be great if I could say that I emerged with some better knowledge or wisdom; but I didn’t. I simply left that retreat more grounded in my body; meaning more connected to the physical life of my body, especially the pain.
I was sobbing from all my past experiences of pain that I had tried to fend off, lock up, repress… and finally, the dam had broke. I was also recently separated from my wife who I loved unconditionally. The one person who seemed to understand me. And my heart was weeping, but I thought it too much to bear at the time so I walled it off (unconsciously).
On a daily basis, I sit, and I breathe. Without expectation of enlightenment or being visited by external deities and overwhelming love and compassion,etc…simply to sit, breathe and connect with reality. It has brought about clarity in my life; what relationships are detrimental to my well being, which are helpful, when to step into something new and when to slightly hold back. But the greatest thing it has brought about is an awareness of what my heart wants; living from the heart instead of being drown in neurotic babble within my brain. A genuine life. One where enough of the past (somatic tension) has been released so as love and compassion can flow THROUGH me because I started to learn how to love those “unwanted” aspects of myself, how to relax my grasping and aversion to reality.
I’m thinking of all this because I am about to enter a 10-day solitary, meditation retreat next weekend. Very excited for the experience that silence, solitude and 10-days of just simply being with all aspects of self bring about. I’m also have some anxiety about the retreat. A lot can happen in an hour of meditation, even more so in a full day and night of such practice. But mostly, I am grateful. Grateful that there were beings who came across my path willing to share their experience with me; and who still do. Grateful that I have the physical health, financial situation and support to enable me to do such beautiful work.
Wow, quite a page I’ve written here..ha! The way you so honestly express your experience always brings out my own personal reflection. And for that, I am also grateful.
So, as you sit, I sit.
As you breathe, I breathe.
This is something I’ve been sitting with for the last day. It’s very interesting and helpful to me;
” Trungpa Rinpoche once said something that I found extraordinarily intriguing – it’s in a book called “Glimpses of Abhidharma.” He said, “Not only are people alive, not only are animals and trees alive, not only is the world alive and intelligent and has its own way of being (the so-called inanimate world) but even the energies and the events of our own psyche are living, independent entities. They are living forces. They are “beings”. Our love, our anger, even our fear want to be free; they don’t want us to hang onto them and use them.”
– Reggie Ray, Dathün 2008-09