Posted by: Lisa | August 24, 2016

The Inner

Suddenly “got” this:

We have to find the inner Lover, the inner Home, and become secure there before we attempt to establish those experiences externally.  The external is meant to be a reflection of what’s going on, what’s real, inside.  We err when we focus only on the external situations and see those things as the primary goal — the “answer” — to our questions, loneliness, etc.  Those things will always be imperfect in some ways, so we can only bear them when our internal world is complete/whole and perfect for us (which is something only we can decide).  Otherwise, we keep running and seeking externally, never understanding that what we seek exists inside.

Explore your inner world.


Posted by: Lisa | August 22, 2016

Goose Honkings

This bright late summer
afternoon, my car parked
near the pond, I stroll
along the path past the resting
geese, not meaning to disturb
them. They move peacefully
aside as I continue on my way.
Along the far side of the pond
I’m stunned out of my inner
musings by loud honking…
Honk! Honk! Not of geese —
but of cars, their drivers
massively annoyed by geese
in the road, obstacles
in the way of work or money
or pleasure or amusement.
In my mind I hear the cursing
of nature going on in cars.
And the geese: They know
they can fly south now.

Posted by: John | August 11, 2016

Washing My Hair

Have I anything left to share?
What else do I have to bare?
Do I really care?
Surely, I’m not really rare.
Why should I dare?
No one cares if it’s fair.
I’ll wind up somewhere.
I wonder what’s there.

Posted by: Lisa | August 10, 2016

No Doormats

“Submission to what people call their ‘lot’ is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.” (Elizabeth von Arnim)

Women morph into doormats
encouraged to put others before themselves.
“If everyone did that, then the world would be a better place.”
A world filled with love and compassion, yes
where people are happy to serve others —
but guarding against being used and abused.
Depression waves its red flag for all
who bother to see, yelling:
“Stand up for yourself!” You have a right
to be respected as a human being with your own needs;
When you’re strong, healthy and (yes!) happy,
you bring light and love to the world in need.

Posted by: Lisa | August 3, 2016


vo·ca·tion  (v-kshn)  noun

1. A regular occupation, especially one for which a person is particularly suited or qualified.
2. An inclination, as if in response to a summons, to undertake a certain kind of work, especially a religious career; a calling.
This two-fold definition throws me for a loop.  On the one hand, I can’t get over the idea that God called me to be a nun and I somehow missed that calling.  My heart inclines to a life of prayer, silence, and solitude focused on God.  I naturally live a simple life that doesn’t require much money or possessions.  I love simple, thrift-store clothing (I hate shopping for clothes!) and long to wear the religious habit.  Yet, I’m horrible at the types of “work” done by nuns in monasteries:  cooking, sewing, singing, chanting.
I seem “particularly suited” to teaching exercise classes and Yoga classes.  However, I never felt “called” to such work.  I just fell into it.  I’d really rather not be doing it (most of the time) – yet, it’s my life.  I see that I’ve always been inclined toward physical activity, especially dancing.  Plus, I’m fascinating by bones, muscles, and the movements of the human body.
So – I do what I’d rather not be doing because I’m suited for it.  I wonder:  how many other people feel this way?  Does it even matter?
Are we better off just doing what we fall into naturally, or should we try to do what we feel “called” to do?  Please share your thoughts.
Posted by: John | July 31, 2016

I Can Be You

Today, what mask will you wear?
What face will you share?
What part of your soul will you bare?
Do you even care?
We are one, so I won’t stare.

Posted by: John | July 29, 2016

In the Milky Way

Sometimes I wake up feeling full of it.
Full of what?
I don’t know, but I’m full of it.

They’re bombing in Africa
from the sky and from the ground as we play
in our little corner of the Milky Way.
We’re voting in the U.S. of A.
as we play in our little corner of the Milky Way.
I fall to my knees and pray
in my little corner of the Milky Way.

I saw a butterfly flutter by and wondered why.

Posted by: Lisa | July 28, 2016


To hide from this brutal
world, I jam myself
into the corner of the room
where the two sturdy walls
meet, promising reliable
shelter while storms continue
to rage without and within.
Farther and farther into the corner
I am smashed, becoming smaller
but more real – dense – strong
as the walls themselves. Stronger:
A black hole, infinitely condensed.
Here I sit waiting, forgetting
to breathe for millennia, anticipating
the much-desired explosion birthing
brilliant new worlds, billions
of whole babies nursing on love, proving
that Love is stronger than death.

Posted by: John | July 12, 2016

Milky Way

Is there other life out there?
Where — In our little corner of the Milky Way.

Why do you care?
Maybe they know something we don’t,
Like What — how to kill better, or
how to live better.

So what can we do about our little corner of the Milky Way?

Posted by: John | July 7, 2016

How Many

How many donut holes
does it take to make one whole donut?
Is this a holy question?

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