(Thanks to Trish at Creating Reciprocity for the inspiration for this message. The poem, "Mad Girl's Love Song," by Sylvia Plath is featured on her blog and you should check it out. http://creatingreciprocity.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/for-the-day-thats-in-it/ ) One of the most important reasons to express the way we feel about everything that happens to us in our lives … Continue reading Love is Wholeness
“I am anxiously waiting For the secret of eternal life to be discovered By an obscure practitioner.” From the poem, “I Am Waiting,” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti While I certainly qualify as an “obscure practitioner,” in spite of many years of tenacious contemplation and unrelenting reflection on the nature of human consciousness, I cannot claim to … Continue reading Mortality and Madness – Part 2
Recently, knowing of my passion for poetry, my nephew and his intended bride invited me to share in their celebration of love by composing and reciting an original poem about Love and Marriage. It was a wonderful gesture on their part to acknowledge my poetic inclinations, and to invite me to perform an original work … Continue reading The Divine Light of Love
Recent contemplation of the many facets of our inner experience as sentient beings has stirred my heart and mind to reflect more deeply on the foundations of my interest in the subject, and sent me into the archives of my own ancient writings, which I store in a large overseas shipping trunk from my travels … Continue reading Writing About The World Within
What we know of ourselves, In the very moment we exist, Though often hidden or somehow obscured, Can be revealed in several ways. We cast our glance to the horizon To pierce the inner world, Only to discover that our world Is here now, already within us. We gaze upon a reflection of ourselves, And … Continue reading New Life Springs From Ancient Wisdom
Vaughn Williams knew something about the early morning by the time he composed "The Lark Ascending," and for me it is nearly impossible to hear this piece without imagining myself at some observation point in the early morning as the day begins. The following posting by Barbara Heninger briefly describes the orchestral version: The work … Continue reading As April Ends…The Lark Ascends
In everyday conversation, and in most situations requiring a verbal response, we take for granted that the simple expression of words in the appropriate order will suffice to communicate the basic information that will satisfy the immediate question at hand. If someone asks you what kind of day you are having, your first inclination is … Continue reading Poetry: The Language of the Spirit
Before I was able to relinquish my tenuous grasp on consciousness after working through the night, The irresistible call of the spring morning sun pulled my heart and mind to delay fitful sleep for a moment of blissful, temperate contemplation of the season's gifts; waves of sunlight, gentle breaths of wind, tranquil murmur of memories-- … Continue reading Echoes of the Moment
Ever since the invention of languages and the realization of a deeper meaning to our existence, human beings have felt the need to express what they find within. Our inner worlds, far richer and profoundly more expansive than the world without, permit the creative expression of that world, but in terms that must attempt to … Continue reading The Spirit of Poetry
As I press my hand to the brass knob Level with my blurred line of sight, Releasing the bolt which holds the door firmly closed, Streaks of brilliant light flood the foyer Through the beveled prisms Of my uncertainty. A mechanical clack announces the release Of the lock as I step tentatively backward, To allow … Continue reading A Wistful Winter Morning
John's Consciousness 