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The Gems

 

Thank you

to all of the gems

in life

 

Those that innocently

sparkle joy

at any age

 

The jewels mishandled,

but somehow

still shining

 

The unpolished natural gems

that quietly

hold no pretensions

 

The big and the bold

set in gold or platinum,

delighting in attention

 

The warm ones

that glow softly

with kindness

 

The precious ones

here for a short time,

their luster reflected in memory

 

The deep-pressed diamonds

who discover their worth

only under duress

 

The cold beauties,

harsh-edged

and full of pain

 

The clear deep stones

unwavering

in any weather

 

Every cut and color in creation,

each facet reflecting

under the sun

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Buddha’s Footprints

 

Follow Buddha’s footprints,

each heel to toe

pressed into stone

 

They will take you

further than mind allows

and body knows

 

They will last longer

than a life,

and no less than a heartbeat

 

Others have walked this way,

barely touching the earth

yet leaving deep impressions

 

Follow Buddha’s footprints

far enough

and there will only be your own

 

barely lingering

like dusty sand gently swept

into the wind

 

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Remember

 

After you’re born

remember

to polish that trusty gold heart of yours,

keep it shiny enough

to see your own reflection

in love, but not hate

 

After you’ve grown

remember

to polish that warm copper heart of yours,

make sure the patina

of the cold hard world

doesn’t tarnish your luster

 

After you’re older

remember

to polish that bright diamond heart of yours

keen enough to cut through any glass

half empty or half full

of wisdom

 

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Old Friends

I have many older friends, some in their 70’s and 80’s, some nearing 90. I love listening to their recollections of childhood, how things were done “back then.” They have lost siblings, spouses, children, and friends over the years, and I ask them how they cope. One gentleman told me, “You just get used to it,” while another one said he never has gotten used to it, and in fact, is no better at grieving than he ever was. He described his living room wall as holding many images of the dead, and wasn’t sure if they made him happy or sad, but he still keeps those photos there to remind him of all of those loves.

They have a long-range view of humanity, these older friends. Some of them remember World War II, and the Great Depression, and they assure me that as bad as things seem right now, both of those events were worse. But they do mention being grateful that they will not be here for future global climate change events. They tell me that they don’t spend much time speculating upon how many years they have left, but focus upon living right now and enjoying the days however they may.Continue reading

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Authentic Voice

Each of us has a unique tone of voice and mind that is particularly ours from birth. We may share that tone by speaking, singing, creating art, writing, dancing, performing, etc. When I was a kid, I sang to myself every morning, made up little ditties throughout the day, and as my sister can attest, crooned to myself every night when she was trying to get to sleep.

In this culture we don’t usually sing at the grocery store or in public. I’ve heard from friends overseas that they are often shocked at how little we spontaneously sing and dance here. Many of us are taught that we are not good at it, and so we don’t sing for fun or pleasure or to comfort ourselves and each other. We are also often told that we are not important enough for our voices to matter, so we sing only other people’s songs and quote only their words. However, expressing yourself so that your creativity matches your intention simply takes time and practice.

As I grew up, I never learned to read music or play an instrument, despite attempting the piano as an adult, but songs still popped into my head. I had to sing into a recorder, because I couldn’t write them down in musical notes. My kids also composed songs and we sang them together to remember them. I’ve written more poetry than songs, although several singer/songwriter friends have insisted my poems were songs and set them to music for me.Continue reading