Later, not now

These words, these words are for later
not now
As you
(like I used to)
get ready for work
Negotiating ice, snow,passive aggressive bosses, do I have my lunch
But later, do you still have passion for life, does love still matter, the love of a man, of a woman?
Does that still matter?
I dream, I hope of one who still carries the burning flame of love in her bosom.
Are you her?
Will you be her?
Has the past tarnished your hopes?
Or does love still burn?

These questions are for later
Not now
When you can catch your breath
And look at my crazy passion
And wonder who is this crazy man who wants me
Wants to be loved

The moon is large now
it sets thru the pines
grows as it kisses
the opposite shore
of you
Later, not now


This morning I awaken to the glory of this Saturday, January 31, 2015 !
This wintry morning Mother Earth is displaying her energy!
It’s 13 degrees, the wind is blowing at 30 mph, pine trees dancing, whitecaps on the New Meadows River.

I can let go, remove the barriers and I am one with this.

This is emptiness

Cactus Spines/ Not ‘not’ just ‘no’

This morning, on the coast in Cape Elizabeth, Maine it’s 30 degrees out.
I pulled back the heavy insulated drapes to let in the mornings light and snagged a potted cactus and sent it tumbling.

Jumping out of the pot, it made a leap for freedom, stones, dirt, pieces of cactus cascading behind files, lamps, down to the carpet.

It’s spines are fine like fiberglass insulation, every touch leaves some embedded in your hand.

After broom and vacuum, repotting and watering, back to normal.
My hands full of little itchy, embedded spines.

It is import to realize that we can not identify ourselves by saying ‘I am this’, ‘I am a….’
Nor can we say ‘I am not this’ or ‘ I am not a….’

All these listings are handy in our day to day world, yet ultimately take us nowhere. And they are very necessary for our life and livelihood.

However, we are simply ‘no’.

We don’t exist in opposition to anything else, or in contrast to anything else.

Like little spines in my fingers, my mind takes every thought and attempts to conjure ‘me’. Big, healthy, manly, literate ‘me’.

Being nothing, ‘no thing’ gives freedom.

It takes tremendous amounts of energy for us to continually sustain our persona, to sustain ‘me’.

It takes us far, far away. Far from being present.

Itchy little spines. I want to scratch my nose. I’ll have to use a q tip!


Shunyata, emptiness, and all the other terms denoting this concept in Buddhism, means many different things to many different people.

Our minds are very tricky. We look and see something floating in the water. ‘How beautiful’, we say. Then we put a name on it: eider duck. Right them we have just reinforced our distinct self. The duck is not me. I am separate from it. ‘I’ am.

This is a very simple example and obviously we need to do this at times. However, I have no problem in saying that we do this far, far too much in our lives. In so doing we starve ourselves, create strife, battles where none are really necessary.