Is a Man Made of Brick and Mortar

A man is nothing more than his convictions. The determination of his will to ride out the storm that he carries inside. The realizations that come later in life when he has accomplished everything he thought was needed, for his own gratification.

There is no Surrendering to the opposites, yet he forgets about the little things that made his days complete.

Inside his head he commands his feet to walk, his voice to speak out, and his mind to think. Inside his heart he sits vigilant lest something comes along to change him. He’s worked very hard to be the spirit he has envisioned and now will be the warrior, to defend its honor.


Living The Karma


Place your hand out and let your yo yo glide. Surrender to the gravity of living inside your karma. As you pull the strings and move your hand, engage with the movement, the downward spiral, then allow yourself to be pulled upward.

We are the universe which we see, sense and are personally involved in. Gravity is our nemesis and the atmosphere our playground.  Here is a poem I wrote awhile back that integrates how I felt then and finding that I feel this once again. Opening doors and seeing more than I wanted to see I find the world a beautiful place.

Yo Yo

A window to the universe the mind can sense, what the nose can smell and the emotions contain. What have I created, I may ask. I taste the reality of the thoughts emerged in a liquid with my eyes focused on the reality of feelings of what? I cannot put a finger on it.

Hopeless? Not yet. Am I hungry, for a truth revealed? I am no longer imageUnconscious, of what is there all along. I am not made of stone, nor empty of thirst. I am unraveling the serenity like a yo yo.

I am certain of the hand that holds a destiny that I have shaped with the movement of my inner thoughts.

I am not made of stone,nor empty of thirst. I am unravelling

Message In A Bottle

Happy Unconditional Heart Day. What each of us puts into it thoughtfully we get back in thoughts. I hear an eagle flying above me right now varifying what I believe, just because I do believe. Reach out this day to those who are beside you, whether friend , stranger or foe. Befriend the lonely, be grateful for the wisdom others inpart on you, and dont deceive yourself by egoistic notions that you deserve.

Here is a poem for all and especially for one young man who lost his life, with in the passion he lived everyday.

Silence In Between,

Walking in between the raindrops I felt a truth within. One that takes an eternity to reveal. It took my breath away and then some. I choked on a lifetime of remorse and judgement looking around to see where I now stand. I find myself naked of memories, abandon by my past, future yet foretold by others who whisper underneath water puddles. Ears lifted upside down for an echoing of compassion.

They are the ones who know, the ones who feel my feet walk to hard upon the surface forgetting to tip toe through time. Nothing imortal only loneliness. image I face my face, and cry no tears for my heart has turned me inside out. It sopps up salted water and is fed to others, helping those to understand the gravity of my consciousness.

Unmasked I turn to an unknown, a timeless maze of rights and lefts, hoping to find the ending of one story and the beginning of another.

I Think, I Feel.

I feel like a blog today, an expression of thought. Somedays I gather at the notepad and embrace all that I am and other days I feel like a fish out of water, drowning in my own creations. Life takes so many turns. It sometimes hard to stay centered. The mind spins mortal, yet the spirit continues to hum, well tuned to its own vibration.

Always thoughtful of who I am, I am to remind myself today that it is The I Am, that is truly present and the me’s and the myselves are just fragments of the imaginaton. An imagination that can and does contort viewpoints into its own perspective.

I have laid on the table today many choices, choices that include passion and purposeful action. Where do I belong, in this big bowl of fish and is it time to disconnect from the normal and see me once more?

I am my own inspiration and love to see my spirit swirl in recognition of my being. I come in three’s, yet I am only one. Sometimes I look to find me and do see myself, knowing I Am here.

Nothing more today but a blog of contemplation for there is a lot going on inside my head. The wheels of living in thought go round and round, knowing when to get off is the quest.

We are and will always be our own Self Role Model, so on days I can get out of my head and into my heart is awesome.

Time to take a walk outside, and outside myself, getting out of my head and into my heart once more. To allow the waves wash thinking from the bed of inner ideas, rake the sand into a smooth configuration, and see the beauty without realization. I am one and the same, as you or I. Clouds painted on windows colours melting into light as they dance upon the panes. Giants walk unoticed leaving footprints in the sands of timelessness.

Now I am done, alone to walk the earth, my footprint small but deep.img_0839

Finding Solace Within Ourselves

imageI had a conversation this morning with my partner. another great vocalization of who we are as human beings, partners, and opposites on this planet. We see things differently,  we believe to a certain extent differently but we have come to value each others opinions, observations and our spiritual connections.

What we talked about this time was, in  general, how have we become such uncompassionate, uninvolved and uncertain about life and the way we go about living it. I hear it all the time in conversations between others, the somewhat valid but undeserving sentence, “Dont get Involved”. No matter what the issue we seem to either have raised hte question or connections to view this as sincere but to be careful to what we say, what we do and how we get involved.

From politics, to doctors, teachers and down the line we are taught not to get personally involved. To listen, because its polite, to give a point a view that is reasonable, respectful but unavoidably uninvolved. To be careful what we say and do, how we  give good advice, or help a stranger becasue it can come back to haunt us.

At what point did we become so self endangered that we cannot help someone in trouble, be a seeker of unopinionated compassion and help out? We see this all the time from the homelessness on  the streets to fclose riendships. We are so careful about lending our hearts out. What gives. Have our homes become that big of a castle, our minds so full of fear, and our hearts so small that we have forgotten how to heal through kind words and a helping hand.

I do remember when doors we not locked, sugar was borrowed and front porch conversations were the best part of the after supper crowd in each neighborhood. As a child I loved to listen to the politics of that era, the baseball scores and us kids just taking over the streets. I know these were different times but people have changed. When did we start not caring anymore and let fear keep us from moving in the right direction.

The chain is weakening, the links are about to break, and when it does where will it leave us? We are not the top dogs here, the top of the food chain. We are however one link in a huge chain that has been here a very long time. If we think we can extinguish life and still carry on, in my opinion its we that will be extinguished.

Most of us believe in a higher purpose, we are one and the same. We pray, we meditate, we chant but seem to ignore whats in our face and that’s, loving our neighbor.

Someone close to me once said ” We look to the heavens for our truth and our answers, hoping that through prayer we will be heard. But our answers are not in the heavens but the people closest to us. Our relations, our friends, even our animals we love so dearly. They are the prayer and the answers to those prayers. Look to those closest to us and believe they are in our lives for a reason, and act accordingly.”

Lets reach out unconditionally, with a honesty and a compassion that we have lost along the way. we are here for a reason and that reason is you and me.




Attitude comes and attitude goes. Shake the head and continue on.  These words came out in sequence to the sentence but Alice only heard blah, blah, blah. Her attention was on the peculiar little man sitting on the rock across from her.  He had his shoes off and his small feet dangling in the water. Hold onto the good thoughts whenever you can, he said, because once they are chased out by some odd ones you just can’t go back to being happy. Well at least not for awhile, until you get around chasing them out of your head.

Again Alice looked at the man, in his funny clothes and opened her mouth to say, excuse me I wasn’t listening, but she thought to herself that in itself was rude. Here she sat with a stranger, well in fact she is the stranger, in his land, Wonderland, and was being rude by not listening to what he said. So she jumped in anyways with a note of, nice day isn’t it, hoping to change the conversation. A bit awkward, but she did open her mouth and words did pore out, but it again sounded like, Blah, blah, blah. Whats going on she thought and as she said this; this person whom she sat across from looked right at her and said; This is what happens when a conversation goes no where. A smile crossed his face and Alice wondered if he was just being polite because he knew she wasn’t listening to a thing he had said.

So once again she opened her mouth and parted her lips, the words formed and this time he acknowledged her and smiled a thank you. What did she say? Ah, yes she could hear him say, and he continued. Most people listen with their minds, subjectively and not with their focus on the person. We assume that what the person will say is not pertinent to what we want to hear so we politely nod our heads in agreement and smile. What did they say we would think but our minds were already on the next verse to come out of our mouth and all is lost. Why do we do this she thought, because now she listened intently. Polite or not she was ashamed of being incoherent and wanted to be on her best behaviour. Maybe she was just like everyone else. How much did she choose to hear over what was really said in a day.

Looking up at the little man in the funny suit, she smiled and this time an apology came roaring out of her mouth. I am truly sorry that I did not pay attention to what you said. I am your guest here and what you say deserves to be heard.

He looked up at her through his rose coloured glasses and they actually reflected into the pond below as he smiled. I agree and your apology is excepted, so now the we both have an open mind to this conversation we are about to have. I will begin by introducing myself to you and you will do the same. My name is Hatter, some call me mad but in a polite  and good mannered way. I am the town cryer here in Wonderland, but not to cry but to announce to people what verse comes to pass from my mouth. I question everything, and you will get used to my philosophy and you may debate me, but come what may just do listen. We have lost the art of listening because we think our conversation is more important.

I do know of you but would be interested  in how you came to be here. It will be a great story I am sure. So come sit closer to me and take those shoes off. Place your feet into the pool of reflection and we will create some good conversation.

So I did as he asked and I listened appropriately , and he in turn listened to me. My feet dangled into the cool clear water and I relaxed my mind, my thoughts and my opinions, never questioning what was said and there was no more Blah, blah, blah in my vocabulary that day. I tied a ribbon around my finger for future reference, to remind me that thoughts are ok when alone but when with others give them the benefit of your attention because if you don’t you may miss something really important.


Monkey See, Monkey Do

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Is it perception, a liking, a manner, a smile. Is it freedom, a mimic, a soul in sadness, gladness? Can you touch it inside, feel it grip to your mind, wrap an image around you, be grateful you can. Return the like jesters, raise a hand in praise. Jump up and down or dance in a parade.

You are the same image, the same likeness, the same brain. Think and rethink, believe and deliver those eye winks, ask the questions when alone in the room. Stare and stare back, it’s your will that persists. Do unto the mirror image as you have the image do for you.