likely
the most egregious
manifestation
of toxic masculinity:
Empire –
the relentless
drive
for bigger and more,
the insistence
to divide
and conquer,
to possess
and hoard,
the thirst
to pillage
and hurt
indiscriminately –
children,
women,
trees.
at its highest vibration,
masculine
is creative
and generative –
the perfect complement
to the feminine.
when did it all go astray?
fortunately,
The Pendulum
always
swings both ways.
nothing
lasts
forever.
conscious life
ode to Caregivers
many reasons
the choice
to care
for another –
love,
guilt,
greed,
obligation,
tradition,
expectation.
regardless,
this work
takes much
in and from.
it tests patience
and frays boundaries,
can become
all encompassing
and, at times,
heartbreaking.
critical, caregiver,
to care for yourself
in equal measure.
fill your cup
to then pour from,
eat with abandon
to then feed
with boundless compassion.
.
🙏
.
❤️
this is The Way
once
upon a particular time,
there lived a little girl.
curious was she,
always observing and asking,
wondering and wandering,
in her own world.
one day,
she came to a fork in her road.
“hmmmm…,”
she exclaimed,
bemused.
“this is The Way,”
an old Owl pointed.
“no, that is The Way,”
a young toad insisted.
perplexed no more,
the little girl
promptly
sat
down.
.
🙏
stretching
don’t feel like
what I was
then
just yesterday.
body feels looser,
more spacious.
mind,
lighter
a little less judgment
and constriction.
heart
beats slower,
breaks faster,
heals
spontaneously.
all of me
stretching,
breaking agreements
defying parameters
that no longer fit.
maturity
settling in,
eldership,
dusk.
.
🙏🥰
.
defund hate, please 🙏
despite
the clear mandate
of all religions
and spiritual
practices,
we humans
cannot
permanently
defund hate.
we speak of
peace,
love,
inter-beingness;
write books
and sing songs
of overcoming
someday.
we fancy ourselves
the superior species,
“civilized”
technological advanced –
and yet –
fueled by agitation
steeped in fear –
we choose
the same
tired
dance –
hate,
dehumanization,
domination,
revenge,
war.
over
and over
and over
again –
even as
no evidence
of sustained
effectiveness.
still,
thankfully 🙏
always,
Hope,
for where there is
darkness,
Light a patient Presence,
at first a mere speck,
a lone voice in the vast wilderness,
then brilliant glimmers
and a soaring chorus.
.
🙏💕
abortion
abortion –
such a tender,
personal
subject.
thought about
avoiding it altogether,
yet…
nothing is random.
this prompt,
perhaps,
a nudge
from The UnSeen Realms.
“go there,” They are whispering,
“where you fear to tread.
delve,
explore,
see what is brought to
your fore.”
Thy Will be done,
and so the plunge!
disoriented, at first,
breathless.
cold, murky waters
down here.
Silence
then suddenly –
searing pain,
sadness,
heaviness,
a dull ache
deep in the Heart –
some remembrances –
vague fragments –
from a past
or future
existence.
.
🙏
.
re-mind-er
been immersed
in The Woods
this past week,
roaming blissfully
amidst
trees –
majestic fir,
medicinal cedar,
soaring pine.
each a teacher 🙏
emanating wisdom –
urgent re-mind-er:
universality
connectivity
community
reciprocity.
messages abound about
The Cycle of Life:
birth
maturation
shedding
inevitable decline
and demise
re-purpose
re-birth.
re-mind-er of
similarities
and uniqueness,
of patterns
and curious deviations,
of Life’s creativity,
humor,
generosity,
and relentless
fearless
experimentation
and playfulness.
re-mind-er
of the ancient
intimate
dance
between
fire and water
de-struction and re-generation.
re-mind-er
of Life’s stunning fragility
and astounding resiliency,
and of Its preferred
pace:
slow
steady
silent
infinitely patient.
no rush,
only profound Trust.
.
🙏
expiration date
been thinking
and talking
about death
more
lately
within community
and in Solitude.
wondering
about
the expiration date
for this present
embodiment.
perhaps,
the prompt
for this contemplation
is an impending
“birth” day –
completion of
one cycle,
the beginning of another.
no guarantee
of continuing.
friends 4eva
here we are
us Three –
finally –
in a City of Love
on our first trip.
we talked of travel
almost from the Moment
we met –
eight years ago,
brought together by –
of all things –
pasta
at a communal table,
in a tiny New York apartment
brimming
with love and vulnerability.
who knew then
that we’d be
friends 4ever
no matter where
life placed us.
.
🙏
.
.
off line
unplugged
out of office
off line
completely unreachable
on re-treat.
please do not disturb.
in desperate need
of moments to myself
to ground and grieve,
re-unite the pieces
let go and given away
unwittingly.
slow
down
to a
halt.
quiet
listen
look:
who is the “me”
of now?
.
🙏
burgeoninc 