Sunday, November 25, 2007

Not Time

Moments painted on
the canvas of time

Crackle underfoot –
ice sugared grass

Cloud’s moist lips –
mountaintop glistens

Sparkling squeak –
last dish clean

Ice-water sunrise –
scorching desert trek

Glance into an eye –
swallowed by a soul

Blue flash –
bulb’s spirit set free.

All holes in time
drifting endlessly

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


When all hope is gone
and the only hope is
a hope of
to hope for

When the hope of
hope is finally gone
all false expectations
all fall away and
all that remains is
that which is

It is not what
one wishes it
would or
could be

There is only
what is;
presence in
the moment
and the joy
it contains.

Be thankful
for times of
there-in lies
the key to
the I that is
the self lost
in distraction
and the wonder
of each breath
we breathe.

Take the key
of hopelessness
and open the
door to the wonder
of who you are
and the ONLY
given to you
to be,


Saturday, November 17, 2007

A Few Short Poems

Often times it is fun to just have someone pick a random line as seed for a poem. A friend picked this one; "spilling over in rain, a lake" and well, here are a few short poems (perhaps Haiku) that came from it.

Spilling over in rain
a lake lucidly dreaming
raging fire rising

Mist sail rises
spilling over in rain fed flames
a lake takes flight

Spilling over in rain
a lake lustfully dreaming
moist lips caressing

A lake lies burning
spilling over in passion
rain, long lustful kiss

Falling Beauty

by Kim Haley

This time is sacred
It is a blessing

I look out the bay window at the Sierras
Covered in white powder
sweet icing sugar
I want to taste them

A low weep is in me
for this moment
where the flurries of soft snow fly

the planet muted
a church
hushed in prayer

I sink to my knees
my heart opens
as beauty falls

My universe provides Earth
many expressions
to witness
to feel
to be free of all other concerns
to b in the moment

Snow falls
I am alone
not lonely or weary
not a seeker or weary
just with myself in this holy time
happy to have eyes to see this
falling beauty

Icy cold
earth’s face mask
dressing the cedar trees in lace
crisp and swaying
contrasting the green lush brush
bringing awareness

Blue mystery
dancing enchantment in full moonlight

A shy seduction of subtle color
a Prayer of soft still peace
a cool whisper of promise

Wanting and lack are uncovered
I no longer miss the obvious
the available… ever present

The rush of thoughts and distractions
into the quiet
into the beauty of snow falling

I accept this falling beauty’s
promise of fresh water and new beginnings

feathery ice flowers
dancing butterfly souls

move into this lesson of gratitude
poor wretch opens and learns again to release
into the moment

To fall with faith like snow flakes
into the world
into life
into the flow of change
into… pure joy










With Beauty…

Melting Myst

Surrounded always
ubiquitous walls
landscape alien
language foreign
words insensible
like fingernails – scraping
on black board

Solitarily confined
compressed into Tokyo
rush-hour train
pushed into

essence doomed
destined only
to putrefication

Boundless desert
disguised as
razor blade
blow in
off waves
of desolation

Then the
flawed facade
a tiny crack
a nick –
and the diamond
to dust
falling away
to the void

Only deafness
only blindness
as worlds
the incubus –
like rising
morning mist

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Havasupai Waterfall

Take a journey to the magical blue-green waters of the Havasupai Indian Reservation, to the healing music of Darshan Ambient. These have to be some of the most breathtaking waterfalls in the world. There are three different falls in this video: Havasu, Mooney, and Navajo. It's a ten mile hike through canyon valleys to get there, and it's worth every step.

Check out the stunning photo gallery from Havasupai at (less)

Shards of a Dream

Pondering shards of a dream
still lingering
dripping from
morning dew.

Distant music plays
with rising sun
sleepy eyes
fading into day.

a voice
silently whispers
somewhere deep within;
pulling me
to a world of gray.

Still persistent image,
[a cedar branch]
floats before
my wistful eye;
green with life
crisp in summer

Her joyous laughter
running round
an ancient fallen tree.

Just us
transparent together;
a pair of humming—
at play.

Darting through the
forest to the
where we lay.

Blue Roar

Roar of a fountain
sun setting on a late
autumn day;
children’s voices
in the distance heard
far away.

Clouds, ripples
and feathers too;
painted across
the azure sky;
cars, a bus and
motorcycles, all came
passing by.

The stone bench
hard and cold;
a sharp contrast to
the moment’s soft lining
which seemed so bold.

Chill floated through,
sunset fires
not yet ablaze,
nor smoke up a flue
of an unlit stove for you.

And I thought this time
it just might be true;
that maybe this night
It wouldn’t be so blue.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Dating Tip for those Mystically Inclined

I was reading an email I got with 17 dating tips for Mystics. I seemed to have always found myself in relationships where I would have been (and am) more compatible and understood by a rock, than the person I was/am in the relationship with.
Perhaps I should patent and sell rock companions for those such as myself. Just look at this list of good traits.

1. Always there
2. Listen without interrupting
3. Never interested in anyone else
4. Never subject to mood changes
5. Will go and do anything with you
6. Never disagrees with you
7. (For the ladies) Always hard

Of the list of 17 dating tips, I read, this one seemed particularly appropriate and true. LOL

“Keep in mind that the more personal
growth work you do on yourself, the fewer
people there will be who are compatible.
The payoff for becoming more self-actualized
can be more enjoyment of being single, and
a more fulfilling and less taxing relationship
when you do meet a compatible person.”

"17 Dating Tips for Mystics" from the Mystic Twins

The Guy in the Glass

By - Dale Wimbrow, (c) 1934 -

When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgment upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.

Monday, November 5, 2007

The Wave of Love

I Choose Love

Enlightening Thoughts

I allow my spirit to be purified of all pain and grief. I
allow these dark energies to leave me and be transformed to

I am creative. The joy of creation is not in judgment of the
quality of the product, but in the freedom and power of the
act of creation itself. Liking what you have made or finding
that it moves others is simply extra joy like the whip cream
one adds to already perfect strawberries.

~by Wendy H. Chapman
copyright 2007 Metagifted.Org



Start your week with a riant smile and see if it doesn’t infect the whole rest of the day; and maybe even the week!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Vincent Van Gogh Starry Night

There has always been a part of me that I see in his life and paintings. Perhaps that is why they have always had special meaning.

I think there are many of us who at times, feel the meaninglessness of life; our own powerlessness and helplessness to make a difference, or be understood on even the most rudimentary level. Watching the video “Vincent's Final Moments” [] I remembered being there in that same space and wonder why the trigger was never pulled. I suspect it was due, to really not being there, with the deep feelings of the fruitlessness of living and not having even the slightest glimmer of hope remaining, which prevented that final pull of the trigger.

Yet, there was also the knowledge that death is not the end. There is no way to truly end it all. It is then when I find myself in those times of darkness that it is even more painful because, I know there is no way to stop the pain, easily and swiftly.

Of course, there is still a nagging thought, that just maybe, I have never gone to the point where my knowing is that covered in darkness (like it was for Vincent) and it is only a matter of time until I carry out a similar final, and perhaps only, act of true freedom I have within my power to do.

Then I think this is like the thoughts I have had of crossing a street, seeing it clear of traffic and then thinking perhaps, it is all an illusion and there really is a large truck coming down the street which I will be stepping in front of as I step off the curb.

Truth is I do know better, it just my obsessive, questioning mind, which questions even its own sanity and existence. Perhaps what it is I have to explore, share and offer is the shared experience of going to that edge, being able to step off into the void and finding there was never a void after all but, instead a path of firm stone upon which I would be stepping onto. Kind of like the act of faith from the Indiana Jones movie, “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade”.

I am wondering why I am evening writing this, as I am in a very happy, uplifted mood today. It is certainly not a time for time for dark and gloomy thoughts or writings. Guess it all started when I saw the first video “Starry Night” earlier today in an email I got. It did resonate with me and the darker part of who sometimes feel I am. It also reminded me of the importance of that faith in the universal spirit, who I am and who we are; which should always be remembered no matter how dark, lonely, empty and hopeless; it all seems to be.

Perhaps I just need to put a reminder on my forehead (or trigger finger) to remind me, so I don’t forget.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Calm Within

There is a place of peace and calm within, if we only close our eyes, breath slowly — deeply and listen to silence behind the sounds.

That place is the child bursting with love, within each of us, waiting patently to be born.