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Miksang

Along our walk, a moment.

Forgiveness is and action verb

Forgiveness is an action verb

not an abstract noun

I believe we cannot forgive ourselves if we fail to seek forgiveness first from those we’ve harmed…

it is wreckless and unkind to close our eyes to the pain we’ve caused

forgiveness is a path we walk with open eyes,

it is not a blindfold used to protect our own egos

if we choose to judge another’s ability to forgive

we turn our backs to the mirror

only to become more self-centered and less self aware

it is a choice…

choose the abstract, and lighten the conscience;

or choose the action, and enlighten the soul.

 


from my former blog, lost in internet space…July 26, 2008

unconventionally old fashioned

we’re sitting in a Peet’s on Hawthorne, you writing a card to your grandmother

me, thinking about about our talk this morning

the unconventional and yet old school nature of our relationship

moving in together quickly, discovering each other in the routine that is life

I feel lucky that we decided this was a road we’d take

each day I am comforted by your physical presence

your scent and skin

and the way you talk and laugh, and smile with one side of your mouth

they are gravy

thick and salty gravy

I will always be kind to you

I choose that every day

I will always love you

this is not a choice, it just is

always and tangible

a part of me I cannot control

would not want to even if I could

I believe we will never discover all of each other

I am glad about that

much love for you beautiful one..

 

ballot box

I’d choose peace over truth

news

sometimes I’d rather not know

 

something new

not a chain, or a road, or even a simple

path of flattened blades of grades

rather it is like breath

always there

but often unnoticed

until it changes

then one might say,

“when did this happen?”

looking back,

there are sometimes signs,

but often not

simply one day is more different

than the last

and we are

I am

something new

Rumi always amazes

“Gamble everything for love.

If you are a true human being.

If not, leave this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.

You set out to find God, but then you keep

stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.

Don’t wait any longer.  Dive in the ocean, leave and let the

sea be you.  Silent, absent, walking an empty road, all praise.”

Rumi

 

 

 

Perhaps

Perhaps I am too nice or wish only to see the good in life.  I have been accused of such, as if it were such a bad thing.  I know this isn’t true though.  I choose often to view the world’s cup as half full because I’ve seen and lived in the empty vessel.  I know it…well.  It makes the fuller, the good, the effort so much sweeter.

I am irritated and I want to get over it but I am not.  I worked to today with girls who showed amazing resilience and courage.  Girls who advocate for themselves because so few in their lives have.  Girls who try and fail and try again and again. They are amazing and sometimes…today..the world fails to give them credit. And it pisses me off.

So today, in the quiet of my home, on the laptop of my computer I give them credit. I am amazed that you K have a kind word for anyone ever.  If I wore your shoes for just one day I would be still in my addiction.  And S…I don’t know how you held it together.  Confined to the chair behind your desk for hours with no clue as to the end of the tedium.  But you sat there, you cried, and slept, and stared into space and held it close biding your time.  And you J spoke your truth…hoping that once someone would listen.  I was listening…we were listening.

Life is often hard. For some it unfairly so.  I wish the world would remember this.

Vincent

many shades of gray

I have not always made good choices.  It is still often the case.  I can be both impulsive and passive..either making decisions spontaneously or worse, not making any decision at all. It is what I like least about myself.

If I am anything in life it is an observer.  I cannot say that I observe accurately or completely, but I will say I reserve judgment.  What I see is merely what I see, nothing more.  Information has no value…it is simply information.

I am not black and white

left or right

or even middle

I am none of these and all of these

often without preference

and sometimes full of contradictions

or even always

more than anything else

I wonder

how other people do this thing

called life