Easeful Pace

Some of the Danish 'First Peace Youth' enjoying Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico

Easeful Pace

8/6/09

Lately, there's no pressure,

self imposed, or otherwise,

to pursue life headlong

racing toward some end,

it's 'grace of journey'

that's enveloped me now

without a rigid timeline

realizing things will come

as meant to be,

and for the allowing

I'll better appreciate results

having savored rich process

absent of 'have to'

deadlines that don't enthuse,

perhaps it looks nonchalant

like I don't care,

having entered some realm

not of this world

which sees the absurdity

of goal oriented living,

though mine look different,

more being, than doing,

reading where's the 'flow'

my spirit warms to,

experiencing what comes through,

taking note, enjoying myself,

playing with easeful pace.

Revealed

My 'Merlin' statue on 'First Peace' altar with 'Indian Chief' in background

Revealed

8/5/09

In increments

life shows

what's up,

now, next,

telling stories

without knowledge

of ending

only journey

from footsteps

in sand,

washed away,

where memory

recalls tales'

heroic strive,

terrible failings,

love won

then lost

to time,

death, circumstance,

everything transpires

changes irrevocably

leaving history

it's interpretation,

found worthy

for recollection

as lessons

experiences revealed. 

The Ride

Taking an outside shower

(photo by Art Durand Photography)

The Ride

8/4/09

I've spent time waiting

dreaming of sea change

that will envelope me

wash me clean away

from staid familiar stance,

something so mind opening

my whole world shifts

revealing a parallel universe

of choice to enter

engage, embrace, without steering

releasing usual mental grip,

instead taking hands off

throwing my arms back

expanding chest and breath

leading with my heart

fearlessly trusting Infinite connection

to Life Source itself,

seeing the humor, laughing,

smiling, with mischievous twinkle

in 'good eye' recognition

witnessing our shared experience,

spiritual brothers and sisters

here to play together

give needed leg up

toward elevated joyful manifestation

as soul desire creates

the ride into Mystery.

Come To You

My 'pony' in Utah, north of Byrce Canyon, on way to Crawford, Colorado.

Come To You

8/2/09

Call it constant surprise

the way life arrives,

wants to be known,

as the chaotic trickster

with a mischievous smile

calling us to emulate,

in grin, and humor,

an energy of adventure

and childlike marvelous wonder,

(No awe? No attention.

more like sleep walking,)

this is authentic living

saying nothing can hurt,

then living as Infinite,

being Alchemist working magic

without measurement that limits,

instead seeing the 'good'

absorbing, transforming, mutating 'bad'

by welcoming, reclaiming power,

from loss, envy, fear,

it is recognizing everyone

for sharing ancestral lineage,

understanding buttons get pushed

because energy is trapped

needing expression of feeling

that opens more love

to come to you.

Jump

'Carl's Jump' at Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico

Jump

8/1/09

Nothing like being rested,

up early, having gratitude

for spectacular foggy morning,

wet 'white sage' scent,

birds, trees, my relations,

to life, people, existence,

in 'medicine wheel' ecstasy,

then coming back upstairs

embracing my morning rituals

that sustain deep levels

of integrated, balanced living,

no matter what's happening

with the political world

things are good here,

this moment of contemplation,

when all there is

becomes pen to paper,

hand movements, following mind,

the thoughts wanting expression,

slowing time to crawl,

soon change will happen

as this poem completes

and life spirals onward

asking me to participate,

be part of dance,

another story about how

people jump into future.

Risk

Taking photos during a 'car rally' on the Isle of Mull, Scotland

Risk

7/31/09

Can't get away from it

no matter how safe you play,

even telling the truth

has it's own surly dangers

when not often welcomed

making people feel uncomfortable

as they keep theirs hidden,

which in degree, I'm guilty of,

sometimes not fully expressing,

or engaging, in Big Game way,

and last night at softball

nursing sore shoulder, hamstring,

I didn't go full out,

commanding myself to be controlled

without diving for balls,

twisting, turning, for pop ups,

so we lost, partly because

there was 'rational restraint'

at which my core rebels,

though I understand rules,

laws, what's socially acceptable,

yes, even wisdom to live by

that makes perfect sense

in order to extend the time

of being healthy contributor

while able, though railing against it,

thinking to risk is real living.

Headway

Site of the 'First Peace Launch' in Abiquiu, New Mexico,

at the Village of Shining Stones, with 'Ghost Ranch' in the far distance.

Headway

7/30/09

Thoughts percolate

over days,

weeks, years,

wait impetus

to arrive

like muse

finding me

because of

my routine,

laying groundwork

creating space

each morning

while visioning

what's next

in words

wanting expression,

no different

than efforts

toward projects

being propelled

by details

simmering aromatically,

condensing uniquely,

specifically designed

for situation,

your desire,

making headway.

Reconfigured

Prism altar, with 8 directional stones, as a transmitter for Spirit,

created in Abiquiu, New Mexico

Reconfigured

7/29/09

I'm needing some shifts

in organization, living space

upstairs here and outside,

add downstairs, plus shop,

to enliven my spirit

make me feel good,

powerful, for orchestrating change,

as always it's vision

that comes into play

when entertaining my options,

allowing ideas to surface,

create a natural synergy

as possibilities open up,

show themselves to be 

potent in new alignment

gauged by emotions stimulated

which evoke hoot, holler,

saying 'Yes, that's it!'

followed by celebratory jig

for life's amazing dynamics

the miracle of manifestation

born from intuitive sense

or some soulful knowing

transmitted to cerebral cortex

arriving as discovered thoughts

needing to be harnessed,

then reconfigured, with artistry.

Loose Ends

Fall vines  at R & R Ranch,

overlooking Watsonville, Ca., and Monterey Bay

Loose Ends

7/28/09

Like nerve ganglia,

or octopus arms,

moving on own

sparking and using

energy without coordination

as separate entities,

I can view

my unfinished business,

all that's undone

needing focused attention

and little actions,

with calm consciousness

to make difference

in present condition,

today, more opportunities

for real progress

trusting the perfection

of every thought,

intuition, feeling, sense

that points direction,

calls me forward,

shows the way

while unleashing joy

when checking results

once evening falls

ending effort to

complete loose ends.

Constant Choice

Apex on hip roof of water tower structure, a confluence of  recycled 100 year old wall studs

Constant Choice

7/27/09

Decisions continue

for now,

what's next,

in future

every moment,

when deliberate

there's precursor

some impetus

of thought

that designates

corresponding action

while emotions

fuel urgency,

the power

and speed

of implementing

new agenda

for completion

or furthering

one's aspirations

toward dreams

to manifest,

no matter

how simple

they seem

within life's

constant choice.

Laughter

Old laughing high school buddies, Kevin and Jamie, on recent S.F. visit.

Laughter

7/26/09

Is life a big joke or what,

full of paradoxical events,

absurd, irrational chaos,

with so much to marvel

of it's ever changing fluidity

and inconceivable results,

that to pin it down

trying to make sense

is humorous in itself

yet humans expend energy

send attention toward conformity

while at the same time

are intent on independence

though intricately interwoven

whether alone, isolated, withdrawn,

there are innumerable instances

for smiling Buddha nature

to come out, view the world,

without our cloudy filters

only capable of seeing the mundane

as miracles abound like gymnasts,

leaping, twirling, tumbling clowns

getting chuckles for the antics

this wild life provides us,

yes, even dark periods are fodder

stoking ingenious improbable connections

which evokes laughter at ourselves. 

Mental Game

The Thinker

(photo by Art Durand Photography)

Mental Game

7/24/09

Often my challenge

is to direct,

and ride roughshod,

the bucking bronco

of thought waves

that fly around

creating a tension

with accompanying energy

which wants change,

usually shifting priorities,

when not wanting

to do something

like job estimates,

last year's taxes,

or other responsibilities

feeling less than

a real joy,

so I dance,

entice my mind

into small sprints,

then take breaks

promising later reward

for sitting, accomplishing,

any necessary task

toward a completion

on experience filled

mental game journey.

United

The 'bottle house' at the Emory Knoll Farm, Ady, Maryland

United

7/23/09

When there's no war

within my Body/Mind

I relish peaceful state

ably entertaining new ideas,

not discounting any possibility,

while cultivating great potency

through choices that present

and decisions then made,

it can be slippery

when trying to corral

disparate aspects of Self,

those wily old personas

that want continued attention,

will not retreat gracefully,

blocking advent of enlightenment

my 'expanded nature' arriving,

more, recognizing it's omnipotent

yet hidden by layers

of trauma, drama, doubt,

plus the secretive ways

this 'power' plays out

where search is on

for deep, connective understanding

fed by willing trust

there is sublime perfection

working at all times

bringing united consciousness forward.

Assisting

'Burns Night' honoring of Scottish poet Robert Burns through his songs.

 Rosie and Nigel Burgess, two of my great allies  on the Isle of Mull

Assisting

7/22/09

Is this everyone's purpose,

to give to each other

within any life circumstance

as there's always opportunity

for some improved situation

with reflection that can help

in seeing an evolutionary step,

or simple adjustment, to engage

again the joy of living

that brings inspired ideas

into realm of believing possible,

where coming away from interaction

we are thoroughly rejuvenated

realizing we aren't alone,

there is always help available,

from word, action, quiet presence,

different with every person,

willing to share of themselves

when surprising moment arrives,

but often there is doubt

if it makes sense to extend

a hand to stranger, acquaintance,

friend, family, and community,

wondering the value, or welcoming,

being seen as meddling, or not,

instead of trusting the primary force,

interdependent existence assisting itself.

Full Days

Rumored built as a 'piper's'  practice studio.

Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland

Full Days

7/21/09

Peering the future

I see consolidation,

a coming vortex,

that will jettison

what's not needed

and knit together

dreams into reality

making me presently

attentive, aware, engaged

so fecundity prevails,

it means details

will take precedent

to dovetail together

all action necessary

for graceful manifestation,

meantime I'll nurture

aspects of self

recharging my battery

as supreme practice

of enlightened being

recognizing the journey

is what's important,

realizing I command

my inherent joy

by expanding appreciation

mischievous playfulness, curiosity,

living full days.

Contrasts

Rainbow magic from a Scottish west coast roadway near Isle of Skye

Contrasts

7/18/09

Fog infused morning air

fills nostrils, lungs, me,

with electrically charged impulse,

I'm grateful for today

this beautifully blessed land,

my presence upon it

joining plants, animals, elements,

in wonderful existence dance,

more so for journey

over years to attain

a level of acceptance

that curtails 'judgment mind',

black, white, good, bad,

finding all encompassing gray

the field beyond measurement

which discerns what's real,

what accesses my feelings

as precursor to evolution,

choice, creativity toward manifesting

inspirational ideas into reality

combining resonance and vibration

through sensate life experiences

preferred for their quality,

juxtaposed to past memories

where difficult lessons learned

seemed disruptive, degenerate, cursed,

contrasts needed for appreciation.