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am i ee Feb 2016
a friend, a teacher, a love, a companion
so warm and full of life.
reduced to grey ashes,
a small bag full.

finality in the clearest terms.
deep sorrow wells up.
hard to remember non-duality
when duality stares you in the face.

om mani padme hung
am i ee Feb 2016
tall red rubber boots on this rainy morning
bring me joy, happiness.
stomping in the puddles,
hiking in the wet wet leaves.

standing still as the raindrops
pour down over umbrella,
drops pounding the pond with intensity,
watching mother nature in action.

still winter but with little
signs of spring emerging.
green green shoots of jonquil leaves,
a bit of sun and warm will bring color.

for now the trunks of the trees are grey
and branches bare.
crows caw on this quiet wet morning
flitting from branch to branch before taking flight.

raindrops mix with creek water,
rushing down over rocks
and logs,
dams created.

such beauty and peace
on this raw morning,
such profound love is found
in the stillness and silence...

in Mother Nature
in the Tao.....
am i ee Feb 2016
losing things...
misplacing life

stuffed animals
a ring
articles of clothing
books
a memory
a name

all small deaths
reminders of
the impermanence
we exist within

the losing
grows

first crushes
early loves
dear animals
friendships

years pass
loss hastens

deaths come
quickly
unexpectedly
slowly
agonizingly

ever surreal
when they do come

using the small losses
as practice for the larger ones

over and over
letting go
breathing in
breathing out

all remains perfect
as it is
as it unfolds

in eternal harmony
with
the Tao
am i ee Feb 2016
open fields
blue mountains
hawks soaring
woods ringing
silence & peace
am i ee Feb 2016
little children...
just like little monkeys,
little any young creature,
are strong and resilient,
brave and crafty,
smart and imaginative.

why are they pampered,
living lives under the
illusion of protection?

there is no way to prevent
the hurt, the danger,
the demise.

why not school the little ones
in skills that will take
them through a full life?

a life free from fear imagined
at every turn.
a life skilled at seeing through
the illusion, the delusion.

personal fear projected outward,
only multiplying it
myriad times over.

take stock of what you do...
what you think...
what you say...

perhaps you will alter it
today ....
am i ee Feb 2016
cruel and hateful,
the words spewed
this way,
toward this me.

couched in pretense,
at one time
of love and caring,
how quickly it shifts.

reeling from the
viciousness,
a small smile
creeps in.

silly you,
that is just
another
part of you...
am i ee Feb 2016
sun falling,
toward setting.

birds singing,
trail friend stops.

owl hoots
reassuring.

looking in,
nothing there.

peace,
always ...
is.
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