Uncertainty....

This dithering of my heart
a wavering thought
inside,
what I want I doubt
and hesitate inside.

survive it must
if it's worth to have
it's existence risks if I can't
or want

The space awaits
no time in sight
the unfolded blue
is asking why
can I
do I
will I?

Not known
the choice in sight...
This heart
this "eye" that look
and don't
or won't find

A breath awaits
to clear and say
the doubt
that I won't say
and yet... remains.

-mcr

Dragonfly....

I saw you today,

surprised I was

to see you again.

You followed me

all the way here,

or

were you waiting,

flying and hovering

while I arrived?

You were bigger,

stronger and beautiful,

to miss you quite impossible was.

In front of me there

you were

and I welcomed you again

in my life.

mcr

Moving....

Here I am,

for a while,

the clouds

will take me far.

The sea I'll see

and leave behind

with waves

of water

will say goodbye.

mcr

Unexpected paths...

The long lasting goal of peace and happiness

may come from such unexpected roads.

This one I know,

and walk from now on.

mcr

The gift...

Sometimes it's found in the most

unexpected places....

-mcr

Fantoche....

Genuineness...

what is it?
Should I be worried
for what it is?

"No", I said.
"We should not be worried,
if we remain true
to what we are."

"Fantoche"...
a braggart.
We are not that.
If we walk the path
with a clean heart.

Not that we are perfect,
perfect we are not.
Mistakes in abundance
lie along our trail.

But genuine... not perfect
honest and whole
only one thing
"Fantoche",
oh, that
we are not!

mcr

Do you dare...?

Do you dare to say,
"I love you" ?
Do you dare to cry?
Do you dare to say,
"I hate you" ?
Do you dare to get mad?

But, no only to dare.
But to own what you feel,
love and 'madness,'
hate and kindness,
tears and laughter
as part of the whole
you call you
and I call me.


Do you dare?
I dare you....!

-mcr

This is who I am....

As intense as my love is,

it's opposite habits in me.
I can't let myself be one
and don't let the other be.

It frightens me
well deep inside...
I know
it frightens you
to see this sight.

But what am I to do?
Deny one part to embrace it's
counterpart?
Accept one half
and reject the other side?
Don't you know, can't you see,
by doing this
I cease to exist?

There's no way
no path around,
no other way
but to see it through.

I'll embrace and
care and hold,
receiving as
a grace bestowed
the whole nature
of who lives in me
knowing that the one
without the other just
can't be.

-mcr

Turn the page....

"Turn the page"...
I was told today.
"What was was,
there's no turning back."

Illusions, dreams, wishes
for things to be
and so many other things
stand looking to me.
But none of them were
none of them
indeed.

"Look around,
just in front and here.
Here they are,
those who'll work with you.
Turn the page and you'll see,
a new chapter of
greater things to be."

"Turn the page",
once more the voice said.
"There's nothing,
no one waiting for you
back there."

"Like ghosts of and old house
wandering in pain,
carrying chains around their
necks and legs.
Let them go, cut them loose
and move over a new page.
Write a new story
of endless hope and joy."

"And don't bother to look back...
turn the page
and leave all that behind."

And... I
the only one that can
with decisive hand,
clear mind,
and free heart,
turned the page.

-mcr

Fear....

This feeling that assaults me
the tremor felt inside.
My mind appears to be in accord with them,
can I stand... and defend myself?

What is it...
why is it?
Lack of trust...?
Could "they" be... stronger?


Where's the lack...
the weakness...
the missing link?



As many as "they" could be
"it's not in numbers",
a voice seems to whisper
signaling to me one thing:
" There's no need
no need indeed...
for fear to creep in. "


"It's you that gives them power,
It's you that makes them strong.
They are just but what you make of them
And they are just but empty thoughts."

mcr

The Fool

I am the Fool....
the fool I am
when I give heart
to what don't merit
don't deserve it
a tear
a thought
a feeling
not even a swat!

I am the Fool
the fool I am
when I think it's me
that it's all my fault
and don't see that it's
in their nature
and what "they" do
just show the who
and the what they are.

I am the Fool
the fool I'm not
Cause I see
I feel
I know
and keep walking
like the Fool I am.
The Fool... not fooled
by what they think
will hurt.
Because what doesn't kill me
just makes me strong.
And the Fool I am
just walk away
with all the riches
in my bag
of awe.

mcr

"De sed muerta
te busqué,
papel y lápiz

encontré.
Surcando el papel
en olas que
tormentas eran.

Y no se...
si la sed se mitigaba
o anegaban más mi ser.
De sed viva
surcando lo que
no es papel.
Me mira
y yo miro
a los ojos
de mi sed."

mcr

The Guide....

A journey...

to a place not this.
I was not alone
he was with me.

To the left the sea
a gravel path on my feet.
As he walk in front of me
To slow down I asked
because of my knees.

To find what was lost
to help me out in the search.
To see what I could not see
with his tricks and his wits.

Then I observed
no luggage with me.
It was left behind
and got worry about that.

Hmmm, worried I was,
because of what I might need.
The thought stepped in,
"I can buy new stuff
new things for my needs".


And after a while
I thought within me
"the old must be left back
for the new to have place".


And I'll keep walking
along with my guide....
Once dark again come
in the middle of night.

mcr

Failure....

Are you ready to fail,
to face failure in the face?
To start again and again
without losing yourself?

Are you ready to fail

by opening to new things
leave the safe zone of the known
to experience the unknown?

Are you ready
to courageously see
more than your
eyes meet?


Open yourself
to what is
and to what is
not yet seen?

Failure awaits you,
the target
will most likely elude you.
But once out of multiple times
the sprouting seed of so many failures
will tell you
"It was all
well worthwhile"....

mcr

Take me to peace...

Take me to peace
the place I long...
it is my goal the home
I''ll hold.

Take my feet
over those stepping
stones.

A step here...
another there.
Some patience here,
a nice word there.

Never a fist
but straight forward talk
sincere felt words
from the heart and the soul.

Take me to peace
not just for me,
let us join hands,
and yet...
the first thought
the first walk
towards it
will be
my goal!

mcr

(after reading Getting to Peace)

The art of war....

What kind of war?
To be, to do ...
to become.
To make things
happen,
from the front,
from the shadow?
And yet...
all is done.

The warfare is...

or is not?
The deception
the illusion
the ghost of what
is or what is not.

What will I gain?
Nothing now.
What will I gain?
Everything, later.




The war is on
and ready, willing
to march on.


Without fight, without effort
in a war that is not.
There's no conflict and
and there's every conflict.
But no one knows.
The whole of it,
not just a part.
The whole
and nothing more.

Discipline, control,
wisdom and courage.
Sincerity, integrity
the virtues that
makes us whole.





Deciding...
when to fight or not
to fight,
accepting to deal with
whatever comes forth,
breathing the same pneuma
with my peers,
preparing myself and
watching the unprepared,
making us capable
and owners of our own
ways.



Because after all
the best general
is the one
who knows
not to fight.

mcr

Weak...?

Am I weak
because I lack
the strength of my
younger years?

Time's inexorable path,
my body has not escaped
it's touch.

Am I weak
because the fire
has transmuted into
a different kind
of fire?


A colder , quieter
where stillness is the
root, the origin,
the source?

The strength
has changed,
the power
still inside.
A new venue,
road and path
the time has come
to walk.

Am I weak
really weak?
Who is to say?
Beware!...
The strength is still
there.

mcr

Determination....

This I that I am
ask to be
ask to live.
This I that I am
won't apologize
for being.

Old paths
and ways of being
left behind
a trail
of tears.
"No more", I say
"no more..."


The right, the grace,
the will to be
is mine.
This grace not from peers
but from a higher,
and deeper place
within.

The right to be
no one but me,
the right to feel
my own soul
within.

This I decide,
I choose
and don't ask others
to let me be.

mcr

Time...

Time...
enough time,
needed time,
great time,
abundant time.
This is what we need
to grow,

what we need to be.

What kind of time?
Time to enjoy...
time to play...
time to cherish...
all that there is.
Do we have this time?

Here in line,
waiting...
I just said,
"I am changing,
learning, being...
happy!"
Just happy
to be...

mcr

(While waiting in line at the bank)

Festina lente...

New cycle...
old path...
new ways..
and yet the same.



What was behind
caught with me
helping me see
what is to be.

Was I too quick?
Desperate...to see
to do and work
with those with me?

And here again
new beings with me
will they want to go
as far-fast as me?.

And yet, new eyes
replace the old
'fast' and 'slow'
with new meanings
ways and forms.

Still fast...
and yet a new kind of 'fast',
'Still'... slow...
a new meaning for 'slow'.

The bench of which
new tools in hand
will make the path
move...
ahead
and yet in calm.

mcr