No time to cry

Photo: Boardwalk at Bethany Beach, DE by gfs

Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay

Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become

Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead

For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find

Setting Sail


there is a moment
time place and condition
when the universe speaks
and the ear has to listen

a place passing in time
clocks ticking their movements
crossing spaces and places
their chiming in moments

lies of the living
words bought and sold
tongue tied emotion
lost lusting for gold

yellow the sun setting
life fades into blue
words fall like hailstones
eyes betraying the truth

all this is my doing
hove to in this storm
this seascape forsaken
this life lost in form

no prayer for forgiveness
or atonement for sins
but wind for my sails
as my journey begins

Image: http://iron-bark.blogspot.com/2011/07/iron-bark-in-chile.html

A World of Whispers


I live in a world of whispers
a thousand voices in my ears
Tastes of moments talking
left without for all to hear

What forces will to let us be
so far away but near
Underneath a mask of tomes
and echoes ringing clear

Words in voices reaching
in letters, spaces, tones
Are always more revealing
than presence I have known

I will to see you clearly
voices cannot hide the proof
Behind a mask of happiness
the hurt reveals the truth

Take these empty words of mine
and write them in your mind
From them grows a nourishment
for what the ego’s come to find

Built with life’s impressions
into a soul’s reality
Letting Spirit linger waiting
for a sunrise to be free

Image: http://silvexis.com/2010/09/23/source-code-tragedy/

A poverty of attention

As a Nobel prize-winning economist puts it, “What Information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention.” This technologically-driven ADD is transforming politics, entertainment, sports and culture. There is only so much attention to go around, and we are being bombarded with more information all the time. Most of us have no idea how to allocate our attention widely or productively. Those who can help us will be rich.

Read the entire article here:
http://features.slashdot.org/story/01/06/28/1522228/The-Poverty-Of-Attention

The Story of Our Lives


Stories are told
in the light of the moon
white light touching
bare and shadowed faces
the absence of color
dusted the beauty
moments so rare,
a teasing of the night

Where was the day
we stepped inside our lives?
Given time to know
the way we truly are inside
was the place more precious
there inside a dream
holding onto all there was
and ever would remain

Sands of time, a memory,
a moment spoken in the truth
with all its colors melting
from the sunset of the day
memories of who we are
and letting go of where we were
touching in the moment
till it stood within its reason

Places in our lives are never
what we think they’ll be
Love is always in our souls
and Love will guide our days
even when we think we know
the best that we have done
there’s no better way to make
the dream become a song

or take the time to touch a rose,
its water colored scent
fills the empty feelings with
the misty morning dew
Feel the light surrounding eyes
filled with faith and hope
for warm embraces healing wounds,
born of innocence

Another hand to hold


Will it stop (the hurting)
that you feel and I create
desires hands are acting such
upon the paths of fate

I belong what (that I am)
within the realm of earth
who I become I understand
is will, the bane of birth

you and I ring true it is
in places we have roamed
the years we spend apart (I know)
are more than we have known

we chose this path (upon descent)
into ever after
the place, the time, the taking
leaving – loving – laughter

replace the ache (springs healing herbs)
the flowering of hearts untold
into rivers tears will flow
filling oceans (waters) waiting

… for another hand to hold

Haiku for Living


I promised I would post some Haiku – This is a compilation that I put together into a small handwritten book and gave to my daughter on Christmas 2010 – I called it ‘Haiku for Living’ each poem a reflection of moments in our lives ….

1
being existence
within this world we day dream
life will become us
2
take all the treasure
laid up in all the kingdoms
none compares with love
3
forsake the future
can we exist without it
moments here and now
4
this is – That I am
we are simply one without
knowledge of living
5
words are not just thoughts
colors melting in the sun
rainbows in our mind
6
true love does not call
it knows not of rules or time
we open the door
7
when darkness will fall
there is light always forming
truth awakening
8
never beginning
there is no ending to love
the Spirit’s embrace
9
Prometheus bound
what he gave to all of us
curiosity
10
let not your mind grieve
for places we’ve yet to know
many worlds await
11
right here and right now
is the place destiny makes
for us a reason
12
never lose your faith
one simple act of kindness
shall redeem the whole world
13
I wander this earth
full of awe and wonderment
so many just sleep
14
each day we embrace
Eternal hope – Faith renewed
yesterday is gone
15
souls have seasons
unknown to waking wills
the flower unfolds
16
in touching your soul
I reveal my own light
In giving I live
17
only the Haiku
softens the cacophony
so our ears will hear
18
Spring brings loves light back
beyond the glow the eyes see
lives another Sun
19
A Polynesian
sailor viewed vast ocean waves
their rhythm his guide
20
life reveals itself
when longing leaves us empty
asking to return
21
Energy follows thought
the worst that can happen is ..
not going to be !
22
only joy shall be
for our imagination
creates the future
23
in living we find
days that define existence
between pages divine
24
feeling guides us on
like a river to the sea
longing for fullness
25
Geisha is loved.
Is she loving in return?
Or Just saving face?
26
Souvenirs pasted
Eternity’s scrapbook fills
lessons in growing
27
can we own the wind
know only passion’s season
flowers bloom in love
28
Hidden in the darkness
the light of the world reveals
The Way and the Truth
29
Love is undefined
it chooses us to know it
gives us power to be
30
two rivers converge
forming one stronger than each
one ends, a new beginning
31
against the current
free will looks for its purpose
caught in the rapids
32
misunderstanding
some words best left unspoken
sanctification
33
is eternal rest
what we embrace in heaven
or eternal love
34
see through the minds eye
to the other place we live
true reality
35
in sacred visions
the Universe unveils paths
disguised by reason
36
humility seeks
solid ground in loving hearts
a seat of honor
37
these are not myths
the gods who walked among us
gave us their will
38
passion overwhelms
only your ability
to give the fire life
39
lifetime to lifetime
becoming all we have willed
and carried within
40
these are moments felt
family memories kept
always in our thoughts
41
spirits abounding
children grow into our lives
memories of youth
42
loves sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul

By Peter Anthony

Light in Darkness Still


Talking is just a matter
there are no words to say
things to settle in the mind
each one knows his way

or thinks he does, since life
is his to take what will
to have, to hold, till death
returns to take us still –

Back into the dream
to this self same reality
finding living isn’t there
returns again to come to be

Clings to life and longing for
the flesh and blood to feel
moments on the earth remain
a passion tide to fill

Forever I return to be
to feel the way I felt before
what will I learn by living
here inside of nature’s door

My strength is understanding
I am not captive in the dream
but rather knowing I am free
to choose a life between

The essence of existence
trapped within my living breath
will only come to know itself
by knowing of my death

By ending I begin to see
consciousness the light begot
though the love is free to take
the darkness knows it not

Raging Bull

From "Raging Bull" starring Robert De Niro - United Artists, Chartoff-Winkler Productions


This is a difficult topic to write about. I thought that the characters in Raging Bull would help frame this commentary. My apologies to those readers who find these things difficult to read, and perhaps relive …
Can a human being, flesh and bone, take and give beatings that defy the normal human ability to survive. The real life Jake La Motta was a raging bull, how does this happen – are we born that way, made that way, or is it a combination of both?

The movie, based on his autobiography, doesn’t reveal his earlier life, but I have to wonder at the surroundings, and the culture he was raised in. To the viewer, he is this insanely jealous, and brutal man. A man who believes the only way to get by in life is to beat your way through it with your fists. His hands keep order in his life and keep control of his surroundings; Men need to be tough, and women should be seen and not heard. During the fight with Pretty Boy Tony Janiro, the viewer is given the distinct impression that Jake is insanely jealous, and he gives Tony a beating that is the most brutal anyone in the crowd has ever seen.

This isn’t a movie review – My point is human emotion is a controlling force in our lives and when it is given direction by the mind it can create many different outcomes. Obviously, based on this example, destruction is one of them. The control of others is another; to the point where, if the human will is not strong enough, there is no escape. We can be trapped in a relationship that has little value to our own growth, and quite possibly physically and emotionally damaging. Even if we are consciously aware of it, it can take years before our mind, our feelings and emotions, create the strength to extract ourselves from that relationship or behavior.

In all the theaters of my life, I see this scene played over and over again, it is talked about incessantly, often to no avail, often to the point of frustration to the listener. The same reasons for staying are heard time after time; “Where would I go, what would I do?” “I’d have to give up everything. I’d have to be alone.”

Looking around here too, the stories here are REAL, and it’s not 1941 anymore. Has the world not changed at all in fifty years? Is it only that the doctors are better at patching up the wounds? What about the emotional wounds and scars? It’s been said many ways but the message is this – If you feel you are being abused, it is because you are cooperating with the abuse – But maybe that is all we know, and some simple words written here are the first imaginings of a world that is free from the Raging Bull, whether inside of us or outside.

I know there are a thousand reasons why people cooperate with the abuse, but there are just as many ways out. In the movie Vicki finally packed the car and the kids, and left – it took her 11 years. She still loved him. Love isn’t staying and taking it, love is offering the person an opportunity to see themselves as they really are. It took Jake a while to have life open his eyes, and remarkably, with Vicki’s help – by finally leaving him – he did see the truth.

The movie ends with a very telling line from the New Testament – John 9: 1-41 verse 25 “One thing I do know; I was blind, but now I can see.” As true for Jake as it was for Vicki.

What clouds our eyes? What things do we not see? There are all kinds of blindness; physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. Joni Mitchell in her song Woodstock said “Oh, but you know life is for learning.” Certainly, that one fact we all would agree on, life keeps showing us, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later we see.

There’s a lie in believe

I believe in God the Father Almighty – Maker of Heaven and Earth and in all things visible, and invisible … apologies to my non-Christian readers, but this is a sentence that just came to mind for me from my early religious training. Here is another example in reference to the ‘No Such Thing as Hypnosis‘ blog – if there is no such thing as hypnosis then why am I standing in church week after week repeating this – oh, that’s right I am just restating my belief, but there’s a lie in belief and I’m from Missouri so show me … (New England really, but I like colloquialisms).

Well that’s not the point, if you want to belong to the group, we are told that we should just believe. So what’s the difference between belief and faith*. And why believe when you can know. Well that’s a loaded question! But it’s an important one so let’s give it a try.

Why does anyone believe anyone about anything, the simplest answer is that it’s easier than checking it out for yourself. Especially in the earliest societies, people where far too busy just trying to stay alive to worry about where God lived, and what he wanted them to do, so they (the common folk) let the interested parties, the ones who seemed ‘adept’ at the study and observation of things, formulate the answers for them and they just believed what they were told, and were taught, and that all worked very well for a very long time.

EXCEPT – the ‘Adepts’ got more and more self serving as the eons rolled by, and little by little they started taking better care of themselves, and the people who gave them their power became secondary, became servants – although they were told they became ‘Servants of God’ (for a more modern example look at the way labor unions, and union reps have evolved). And if someone caught on, and objected, well you were just branded a heretic, and a quick trip out the fire pit controlled dissent rather well.

And on, and on … now I know this all sounds too simple, but take a good look around you, and listen to yourself next time you are in church, or reciting anything you were taught as a child, pledges, creeds, whatever, and ask yourself is this something I made a conscious decision to accept, do I really know what I am saying or do I just believe it? I especially liked the one in the churches of my youth where we repeated week after week “I am a poor miserable sinner” well shut me down and shoot me straight to hell, if that’s all I am ever going to be then why not have a good time here !!! And I KNOW a lot of kids who did that, and still do …

Damn, so what’s the alternative … well there are things like Romance. There are things like Science; There’s even Heresy, since the burnings at the stake are not so popular anymore, but that’s for next time … have a great weekend, and maybe just listen to yourself in Church, this Sunday and take a moment to ask; What do I know is truth and what do I believe?

*Faith is the knowledge of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
– Hebrews 11:1