Friday, January 30, 2009

Soaring like a Kite

My body moves to an inner song,
feet tapping, head bopping, all day long.
Sporting a Mona Lisa like smile
causes others to stare for awhile.


Trivial matters are thrown aside,
and I glide on as my instincts guide
me skillfully through each day and night,
I feel like I'm soaring like a kite.


My thoughts have changed at this altitude,
reshaping, forming new attitudes.
Releasing demons has set me free
to be however I want to be.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Life is an Illusion

"Everything is an illusion."
This thought conjures up confusion.
I repeat and contemplate it,
and then I leave it for a bit.

The world's nothing but vibrations.
Knowledge leads to liberation?
Our bodies and chairs look solid;
our brains think these facts are valid.

Our brains, too, vibrate when we think,
so vibrations are the one link.
Why do you and I see the same?
Because things have been given names?

"There is no time, no space, nothing."
Free yourself of feelings and things.
All in life is an illusion.
Past and future – a great fusion?


Sunday, January 18, 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Friday, January 9, 2009

Cactus

My first oil painting

Exhaustion

Beyond exhaustion,
closed to sensation,
all my limbs are numb,
mind registers dumb.

Soft voices float by,
acknowledged by sighs,
no strength to respond,
gazing at the pond.

Demands keep pouncing,
laboring, bouncing,
from one to the next,
working on the text.

“No, it’s not ready!”,
voice sounding heady.
“Finish by midnight?”
The pond is in sight.

A fish is skipping,
my hand is gripping,
pole in hand, I run,
my work is not done.

Fishing till midnight,
gives me great delight;
exhaustion is gone,
I’m nobody’s pawn.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Choices

Why wrap in dreary colors,
and throw away your dollars,
grovel in dirt and decay,
complaining along the way?

Blindly you wander through life,
inviting worries and strife,
deaf to melodic voices,
making all the wrong choices.

Unhappiness pulls its strings,
tightening, anger it brings;
dark pessimism invades,
the burning flame of hope fades.

You are more dead than alive,
not caring if you survive.
It's time to heed some advice;
listen, it won't be told twice.

Everyone has ups and downs,
and have moments when they frown.
They differ in how they choose,
and they don't have a short fuse.

Life is about attitude,
soaring to great altitudes.
It's simple, be positive,
throw away the negatives.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Harriet

This painting is my version of a picture of Harriet by Jane Bond.