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what what is need
what want is want
when wants gets what want wants
is it a burden
when want is not get
want moves us
motivation exploration ideation
but when want is get and get and get
and no give away
too heavy
to have to hold
wanting getting
letting go
not grasping
holding ideas in
balanced equations
these lines
of words
table of solutions
tucked away safe
implied
just fitted lines
a gesture of a brush
the whole of my experience shines
Posted in art, discovery, feelings, joy, metaphor, mindful, mindfulness, nature, pictures, poems, poetry, realization, sadness, stories, time, walking, writing, zen, tagged art, compassion, doubt, felt-states, learning, lessons, life, love, matrix, memories, mindfulness, musings, observations, photographs, poems, poetry, recollections, remembering, self, thoughts, time on August 15, 2010| 2 Comments »
passing my past
on each corner
where i’ve walked
walked
walked
before
years of moments
on these streets
the urban landscape changing
stop motion film
my life plays out
again
again
again on these streets
what was i then
who am i now
concrete questions
i have seen these buildings go up
and down and
down and up
again
again
again
changing with the decades
and me
how have i been transformed
walking by these
shifting structures
five decades worth of
now
all this inside me
changes’ richness
moments collected
bricks up down
down
up
sidewalks once
new
now
cracked with age
five decades worth of
eye’s inspecting
ear’s composing
finger’s touching
feet feeling earth
texture gravity evolution
making sense
five decade’s consciousness resonate still
this deep breath
memory pulled to present
open soft eye’d vision
from then to
now
all who’ve walked
who walk with me now
all their recollections
sensations sensed
pulse
breath
connected
dancing random patterns
constant metamorphosis
web of life
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when there is no thing
we share
we share
nothing
not the nothing of ease
not the nothing of freedom
not the nothing of carrying water
or cutting wood
but the crushing nothing
the no thing
of no line
to complete the other
lines
of the poem
the nothing of
no pair
of parallel
eyes
to see myself
being seen
or to see
with mine
the
nothing of just me
‘till…
seeing with these eyes
completing that verse
finishing those chores
the no thing becomes
Posted in art, discovery, feelings, love, metaphor, mindful, mindfulness, pictures, poems, poetry, realization, sadness, time, writing, zen, tagged cats, compassion, doubt, experience, felt-states, learning, lessons, life, love, matrix, memories, mindfulness, musings, observations, photographs, poems, poetry, recollections, remembering, self, writing, zen on July 30, 2010| 5 Comments »
what is here
in front of me
clean and dirty laundry
cats
throwing treasures to the floor
recorded music resonates
my sadness
if i think about detachment
don’t own the un-mated sock
or the dishes
in the sink –
if i don’t own the cats
clawing at moths
and ripping the screen
do i own my sadness
what is there
behind me
wake
distinctly discernible
patterns of pain
expectations, explanations, reasons and rational
big because-es
do i own my past
my sad specters
what is here
in front of me
cloudy morning
music
cats moving inside
breeze outside
hear the summer
soak in the green
fractal and chaotic patterns
of living leaves
do i own my future
my sadness sits
i watch it
i will not will it
it moves
on its own time
no different than
the cats
the leaves
the breeze
the dishes
the clean and dirty laundry
the solitary sock
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Elisabeth Bee 