into this skin
I was born.
did I choose this colour?
these parents of the same?
some say yes.
some cannot conceive
that choice before entering
the womb
is possible.
…
This is the place
where we are free
to be happy.
to jump
run
skip
slide
climb
dance
spin
swing.
There are no bullies,
no name-calling,
no fighting,
no guns.
…
Winds from the north,
Hemlocks heavy with snow,
I tend the fire.
Thank you, Mehek, for this writing. All so true despite 'historians' efforts to state otherwise. I also read, decades ago, that Mother Theresa withheld medications, including pain medications for the poor and suffering.
My partner has often pointed out that at funerals people seem to have all these lovely memories of people who you knew to be complete assholes.
If we could just speak and acknowledge the truth at every turn in life, no matter how difficult or shocking, the world would improve in so many ways.
At the end of this day,
I will return to the wind.
Invisible yet
seen in summer grasses,
bending
waving
seas of shining plumes.
seen in weed seeds floating,
twirling little…
Nothing is in order.
Order is an illusion.
For one second
I may see clearly.
Then, (as always)
I tumble into oblivion.
Thank you, David. The Dalai Lama has been one of my most excellent and essential teachers. I was wondering the other day, as I was reading his teaching, what he might say about Now. You have written the response most eloquently and accurately,
To observe
or name
some person, experience, phenomena
as different
does not necessitate
hierarchal catagorization;
in other words,
‘different’ does not infer
greater or lesser,
more acceptable
or less palatable.
…
