Some Tao poems

The Way of Tao

It cannot be described;
the deepest thoughts
are hidden
from conscious mind.

Tap into the well;
it is always there.
All things converge.



Numbers

"Wherever two pray,
God abides
between them."
Three joined together
can carry
millions.



Giving and Having

From what you
give away
becomes
your gain -

As the wealth
you seek is
having given out
freely a part of
your soul to others.

That is how
you want to
be known.
Stay honest.
Be charitable.
Be well.



RC

Morning Ditty

Love is a blind bat
flying low

Love is the hole
in the doughnut

Love is the nut
in the fruit bread

And the parrot shrieks,
"Keep your head!"

rc

Morning again

This morning I woke up to my tiny Rudy waiting patiently for my eyes to open.  As she looked at me wonderingly, as is her custom, my first thought was, Why don't you get up this morning and surprise yourself and do something amazing?  To which I countered, Yeah, what?  Make coffee?  Proceeding to the bathroom, I vowed I would make coffee.

Time Management

Did you ever make a schedule for yourself and then find yourself all caught up in something, such as straightening up followed by painting, and then all of a sudden it's 7 pm and time to eat, so you cook and eat, then you fall asleep, take a caffeine pill, put the dishes in the other side of the sink and lazily sit down to waste time on Facebook?

Notes to Self & 2 Poems

Notes to Self

My friend said,
"Don't write to the dead."
There is some advice
you can follow,
but not always.
You and they do not
always know your path,
which you must follow,
or destiny
(or the universe)
becomes confused.
You must
put things in writing
to clear your head.
The Buddha said,
"You must empty the cup
before you can pour
knowledge in."
You cannot value enough
knowledge and discretion.
Make a decision,
a conscious decision,
and be content with it.
Do not try to teach
a pig.

7/3/17/  rc



I Remember Dreaming

background of blue,
a baby-pink softness
ethereal clouds
streaked with auburn,

and a great crimson rising,
like a crab from her
bungalow of mud.

7/2/17  rc


You can't preserve the Moment,
but you can have it.


If you want to hold it
you can't keep it.
You will lose it.

Life and art are fleeting things,
like the air, going in and out,
out and in.

Music the greatest Art,
becomes air.
We breathe it
in,
we breathe it
out.
It is never lost.


7/3/17  rc

Past few days

Sing to Despair

We sing to
the despair
of the air

dip the pen,
start again

there's more passion
in your sadness
than I find
in a roomful
of gladness;

Hearts and flowers
may do
for hours, or even days -
but it's the angst
we remember,
so my dear and fair,
sing to the
despair of the air.

rc

Some new writings

The Miser

His own wealth
will be his undoing.

His house will crumble,
his wife grow cold.

For him nothing learned
in growing old.

Too much chocolate
palls the savor;

Money too
loses its flavor.

rc
5/28/17


Poets, male vs. female

I think that the poetic voices of men are distinctive and different, but the writings of women poets can be rolled into one.  Do not misinterpret this to mean that I think it is in any way inferior or less various.  But women seem to have, even in the most isolated circumstances, a Great Binding Sisterhood.

rc
6/1/17


Crying at weddings and funerals

Some of us, that is, many more than you might think, have an aversion to weddings and funerals because we are crying most of the time already.  There is no need to slot "crying" into our schedule.

It is mostly the bride who cries during and for many years after the wedding.  And a child who has lost or had absent family relationships will cry for all her life.

rc
6/1/17