From Phil

I left you when red cherries no longer were in seasonI left you when frost began to ice the dawnI left you when nighttime reached further into daytimeI left you as late summer braced with chillI left you before the harvest moon when autumn colors splashI left you before I could say goodbye So, rememberwhen … More From Phil

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Death

Death is a red scarfwrapped around my neckright at my jugularto remind me that Life is all aroundbut always precariousbe married to the blaze of being aliveNow. Top photo by Lesia and Serhii Artymovych courtesy of UnsplashBottom photo from Quotefancy

Cooking Life

Cooking, like life, is transformationraw quinoa, for example, is inediblebut boil it, add veggies and spicesfor a savory transformation Like cooking, life’s raw materialcan simmer in spiritual awarenessadd exercise, friendships, sleep and fresh foodfor a delightful transformation Photo courtesy of Pixabay

Sandwiched

Balloons, bubbles, and backyard bouncingnew baby cousin watches with wonderbirthday celebration on my backyard neighbor’s deckseen from my back window From the front window another scenefriends and family with plates of foodofferings for grieving survivors ofmy across-the-street neighbor who died Me, in between the two housesisn’t that how it is?birth and joydeath and griefwith vicissitude … More Sandwiched

Bardos*

When I look at stars on a clear nightI know the light I see maybe emitted a million years pastmight come from a now-extinct starby the time its light reaches my eyesbut I notice the light and sigh When awakened by the bird singing outside my windowI know the trill I hear has already ceasedby the time it reaches my earbut I notice the song and sigh When I feel my exhalationdispersed into a breezeI know that particular breathis already gone foreverbefore I inhale againbut I notice the life and sigh * Bardo is the Tibetan term for the intermediate state or gap we experience between death and our … More Bardos*

I’m Alive

I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive

Life’s Tempo

Music of our livesmoves within our daysWhat tempo should we use to fillthe cadence of our time? A rapper’s furious beat?A full measure of whole notes?A fluid change in a trilling scale?A soothing lullaby? Key each note with careposition rests where neededCompose your tempo mindfullyfor your own delight Graphics courtesy of Pixabay, top and lower

One Shot

Beetle died on the patio table big guy, looking strong Brought him into the kitchen propped him up on a shot glass Reminds me life is short Take your shot when you can   Photo from my personal collection

Tumbles

Water tumbles over stones as the silver creek flows – nature’s gurgling music Life tumbles over troubles as wavering times arise – growth’s raspy music   Photo taken at Lloyd Stage Nature Center, Troy, MI