Monday, May 19, 2008

Quote by: David Deida Poem by: TA Delmore

Right now, and in every now-moment, you are either closing or opening.
You are either stressfully waiting for something—more money, security, affection—or you are living from your deep heart, opening as the entire moment, and giving what you most deeply desire to give, without waiting.
If you are waiting for anything in order to live and love without holding back, then you suffer.
Every moment is the most important moment of your life.
No future time is better than now to let down your guard and love.
Everything you do right now ripples outward and affects everyone.
Your posture can shine your heart or transmit anxiety.
Your breath can radiate love or muddy the room in depression.
Your glance can awaken joy.
Your words can inspire freedom.
Your every act can open hearts and minds.
Opening from heart to all, you live as a gift to all.
In every moment, you are either opening or closing.
Right now, you are choosing to open and give fully or you are waiting.
How does your choice feel?

David Deida, from 365 Nirvana, Here and Now by Josh Baran (as quoted on Tricycle)

All will be Revealed

Take my fathers rhymes
Add my mother’s gifts,
Give it to me, fresh
As home baked bread Strong
As an oak tree. Stiff
As carded wool.
My time, aging and moving
Carrying bits of memory;
When trolleys sparked
And asphalt was agitating.

Bend my days and cure
My soul
Let me lean into it.
Lend me clues, a green leaf
Into tomorrows yellow.
A cracked chestnut
A caressed nipple.

Take a son’s conversation
That leaves a line
Hung with wet laundry.
A missing button on a sun dress
Revealing. The crow on the wire
Waiting. Life in domino zags.
A sticker bush of yesterdays-
Rose full today.

The trees, yellow like
Lamp light before dark.
Cut grass with its smell
Windows that shine an autumn
Collage, reflecting moments
In a harvest moon.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Quote : Fred Astaire Poem TA Delmore

Fred Astaire said, "The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it's considered to be your style."

Nesting Crow
The crow
through my window
only goes
left to right
south to north-
beak breaded with bits
of nest.

This is the season
of one direction
of erect
and earnest constitution.

the void of right
to left, north
to south is something
maybe sensual.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Quote by: Tennessee Williams Poem by: TA Delmore

Tennessee Williams said, "I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really."

55 Ford with Heavy Doors
I miss supermarket music
The ones absent of lyrics.
Elevator ditties
That hid my crying
Among carrots and beets.

Holding my thumb
As it throbbed to purple
Parents shopping
And talking. Dad’s hanky
On my wound. There was no
Move to the isle with Bactine
Or iodine.
Just another wound on the boy
That festers years later.