Thursday, June 7, 2007

Midnight in the Eternal Soul Garden

blooms July 2006
Knowing the Tao,
The being and the non-being,
The water and wind,
The yin, the yong;
This is everything and
Nothing at all.
When I close my eyes to meditate I can go to my calm place,
Only that is being…
Once I am there, I easily slip into non-being
Where I cease to be,
Where time does not pass
And interruption is only the next moment
When I am being again…
Like a bit of bark on the surface of a vast pond
I bob and dip between
Being and non-being,
Spanning consciousness and sub-consciousness
Experiencing each in a similar way
I dip and bob through successively
Higher and lower levels of consciousness.
As I rise, I meet the ego
On the threshold of self;
As I submerge, I seek antithesis
Encountering my deepest attachments…
Too often getting tangled in the strings.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Fourteen degrees Taurus—an old lady selling bunches of violets on a street corner

Verbena June 2006

I've felt old most of my life,
The time spent figuring out
What I've always known:
That the older I get the less I know;
That the more I become comfortable in my own skin,
The stranger and more grotesque the World appears.

How strange to find myself at a crossroads
And barely able to satisfy
To always be comfortable is a skill,
A blessing…

But then who wants to be comfortable in a storm
or a swirling vortex?

Title quoted from "Degree Analyses Part II: Chandra Symbols In the Horoscope" by John Sandbach