The End and the Beginning – Part 4 of 4 in Cocooning, the end of Me series
January 13, 2015

Final dedication is at the end of the poem.

first beard selfie  second beard selfie

Never had a beard before and for some reason felt it was appropriate to this concept and process of cocooning.

Downward Inward Upward Outward Spiral

Home sweet ummm

Maybe not

Home,

T-dot

Is officially

Where I have

Resided

And it

Seems

That is going

To change (more…)

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Flame On
December 10, 2014

Burn Desire
The Power of Love
Twin
Flame
Maybe
Soulmate
Maybe
Karmic
Or
Wounded
Or
Romantic
Maybe
In the end
It’s all the same
Only one way

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The Grinch Returned a Gift to My Self
December 8, 2014

Xmas Neighbour

As a boy,
And for most children,
Christmas was a joy!
Filled with magic
And fun,
Then the Grinch,
In many of its forms
Took my world by storm.

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Rising Up
December 7, 2014

Just wrote this, listening to multiple songs by Explosions in the Sky, although beautiful, passionate music, is fuelling an emotional vibe within me.  Fragments of whatever the fuck I am at times seeking to sort through what is true and no longer serves me…moments of tailspun, spasmatic confusion sandwiched in between moments of crystal clear clarity but no consistency.  Like a child learning to walk and my face is getting tired of smashing on the floor, what do I not get..or is it that I’m learning another level of patience?  All of whatever is rising up teaches me love…love of God, love Self, unconditional, true love…these descriptions are all the same thing of the absolute…looks like romantic love, not to be disrespected because I enjoy partaking in the creativity of romantic love, is not the cake, merely an ingredient, bit part, of the love cake mix.

There has not been a

Day

In the last

Few months

That I have not cried

At least once.

No idea

Why

Sometimes

As the layers

Of my rose,

Heart

Unfurl.

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Your Journal
October 31, 2014

Bon jour!

The root,

Jour,

of

Journal

and

Journey,

Derived

from

The French,

Which means

‘Day’.

Inscribe

What you think,

Feel

And want to say,

Contemplate,

Elevate,

Initiate.

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Hug a Tree
October 31, 2014

Update to this poem (which is also a repost)

This concept of tree is being expanded, this is the teaser to the updated version which is being crafted:

an all natural, nurturing, wisdom of the earth guide for us to breathe, a protector and partner, who takes care of us and we need to take care of them.

Where I grew up, I had the good fortune to have a creek nearby.  This valley had been a sanctuary to me for so many reasons, from timeless walks with the dog, to hours and hours of dry land conditioning for hockey, to countless journeys taken running in prep for cross country to just being nurtured by Mother Nature in contemplation.  After one of those walks, again, the inspiration was channeled from nature to paper.  This passage was written in Feb 1998.

 

Tree

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I don’t understand
October 31, 2014

Apparently I don’t understand

U,

Who

Me?

Or

Is

It

Just

I?

Or is there

More than meets

The eye

And isn’t

What it seems?

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Dark Knite …
November 13, 2013

In the digital edition of Markings of the Soul, Dark Knite is a compilation of passages that occurred after the original edition.  I guess it’s true that you have to go through a period of darkness to see light, and be able to see light in any subsequent darkness you may encounter in your life.

 

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I went out one evening and tried to capture a certain ominous feel of dim lights on foreboding stormy clouds.  This picture serves as a background to some of the passages in Dark Knite.

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Meditation on Eviction – Final Part – Lasting Impressions
November 2, 2013

This is a photo gallery with anecdotes.

One of the first things that caught my eye about the studio when I moved in  was the vibrant back hallway entrance.  Interestingly it was the same colours (red and yellow) as my truck in my landscaping days.

One of the first things that caught my eye about the studio when I moved in was the vibrant back hallway entrance. Interestingly it was the same colours (red and yellow) as my truck in my landscaping days.

 

Cloud view from the parking block in front of the studio where I used to sit in contemplation many, many times Symbols of ambiguity that we are free to interpret as they are or as we wish them them to be in multiple ways.  This can be confusing and clog one’s brainwaves when seeking the clear, blue clarity of silence.

Cloud view from the parking block in front of the studio where I used to sit in contemplation many, many times
Symbols of ambiguity that we are free to interpret as they are or as we wish them them to be in multiple ways. This can be confusing and clog one’s brainwaves when seeking the clear, blue clarity of silence.

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Meditation on Eviction – Part 3 – Living Meditation
November 2, 2013

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MEDITATION ON EVICTION

Part 3 in a series

Carving My Niche

There is a tattoo of a phoenix on my right shoulder that I had done during a tumultuous time in my life fifteen years ago.  It’s symbolic of the transformational powers of the spirit, the ability to endure and overcome and transcend.  It’s a reminder of where I’ve been, how I got there, how I got to be me at this transient point and everything that time has encompassed in my experience.

You may ask why I’m sharing this?  When I first started playing ice hockey as a tyke, I played house league.  Not rep.  Wasn’t good enough but I was a hustler and never gave up.  I trained and trained and trained and gave relentless a new name and as I matured my abilities blossomed to the point of playing at consistently higher levels year after year.  With that came all the things I wished for (all-star nominations, MVP, championships, playing AAA, winning skills competitions at tournaments, leading scorer, etc).  This was a process of trial and error that spanned twenty years.

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