Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The hare...

" High above within the "castle"
a meeting, gathering of aiki souls
were well ahead.
Windows open
empty space
the danger of falling over
was all I felt.

"Close them was my thought",
as afraid I was from other "castles
early in my childhood dreams
was ever present and now again the fear is here.

Looking through the glass windows
or walls I do not know.
Dozed off... or wake up
and all of a sudden

I turned the party off.

All picked up,
the trash or residuals to the garbage gone.
A rabbit or hare, I do not know.
White fluffy fur
and long ears
in my arms I found.
What was she doing there

in this gathering of souls?
To take her home was my next concern
and off I go.

A house I found
or was I found
by her?
In I went to leave safe
the hare.
Surprised I was,
to see the owner
in an old friend's face.
A housewife,
with domestic garments
and hair fixed with paper rolls in her hair
not quite like her.

There I left the hare

to be cared and safe.

Out I went...

strange area, road or
country side.
My car and another car

trying to get out to the road outside.
Dirt and rocks,
steep areas and
some smooth
and some others not.

Round and round we went
not been able to get out.

And then, I woke up..."


Tuesday, August 12, 2008


Once again,
at the top.
After a hard and long
climbing up.
I could go down
retracing my steps.
Redoing my choices
and second guessing

But what for,
since life will
take me up here
again and again
once more.

I've seen myself
here before.
I've found myself
up and alone.
Not once
not twice
I can't count how
many times.

But here I've been
more times
than I care to count.

And alone it must be
relying only on
what is inside of me.
The doubts,
the faith,
the trust
and the thoughts
of knowing
on what
I cannot see.

And yet,
knowing that
there is only
one thing.
Only one choice
and that is
to jump!


(After a dream last night...)

I flew and up I went
at the top of the pole
I found myself.
It was time
time to what?
To come down
to touch the ground.

I knew not how,
I was afraid.
To hurt myself
while coming down.
I tried, I wished
I braced myself.
And yet my heart
and body paralyzed.

Then one voice,
the one inviting me
to get down.
Flew up to me
to where I was.
"I'll help you out,
just hold my hand".
And we jumped!


Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The couldron...

" I ask why,
so many whys
and I can't answer.
I do not know why.

I only know
that I must bear
that I must hold
both the question
and the answer
not knowing how.

The opposites within
the paradox
the crux
just for a while...
sometimes a long,

a long
And then,
to let it go...."