Stillness again

August 7, 2016

Time seems stretched somehow

Playing each moment sweetly

I remember this

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Dust and light

September 23, 2015

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in soft morning light
silence recognizing space
there is room for all

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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.

July 28, 2014

Freed Fireflies final

 

 

Illusory veils

Blankets upon the mind

Capturing up moments

imprisoned fireflies

Heed the warmth of flicker-flame

As awareness becomes fire

Fuel for the journey

Coals of desire

 

 

The artwork at above was inspired by this writing. If you’d like to view more of my art just copy and paste the link below;

 

fineartamerica.com/profiles/dennis-welch.html

 

 

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.

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