Sunday, March 25, 2012

Visions in the Backyard


Week 12


Visions in the Backyard


Tweets


1.   Empathy, they say, soothes the hurts.

2.   Have you thought the life of a blade of grass? O, the rose
…it gets lots or attention.

3.   What of the lawnmower blade that cuts the blade?

4.   Were it to breathe, it would merely sigh at the question.

5.   How do you feel when you’re seen for who you are?

6.   Never mind that we’re visible; are we seen?

7.   And yes, we must ask, are we seeable?






Blade

I’m leaning sunward slightly,
just doing my job, one of a
million billion blades of grass,
maybe more, in the backyard
of this family. I’m not standing

tall as I was yesterday because the
dad mowed the lawn, as he put it,
and lopped off my top. This afternoon,
though, the young boy in the house is
stretched out on his stomach on us,

looking at our numbers intently. He’s
gliding his palm softly over our chopped
tops. Oh, now he’s pushed back a clump
of us and seems to be taking a special
interest in me. He grabs me between his

thumb and forefinger and yanks me out from my
            root. He places my white base into his mouth,
            sucks on it, rolls it around his tongue; tastes
            something sweet about me. He rolls over
            on his back, closes his eyes,

basks in the warm sun, and keeps my company.
            Then his mother calls him in. He stands,
            lifts me out of his mouth, flips me to the
            ground, and then goes in. In a couple of
days I’ll be dried and withered and

go my way. No matter. I’ve done my job. I ask, not idly,
            would you like to know my supreme joy, having
            reached my full stature, and stood proudly in
            many suns?   Merely this: Having been seen—
            really seen—by this sweet boy.


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Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Eyes Have It Now


Week 11



The Eyes Have It Now

Tweets


1.   A pure moving look of any kind is a treasure. It means you’ve been touched somehow.

2.   A glimpse, a glance, a peering, a probe, even a looking away sends the instant message.

3.   The initiator makes the moving.

4.   The receiver moves the making.

5.   What is required then, after you receive the look?

6.   A pleading, a sadness, hurt, delight, fury, fear, confusion?

7.   This is the WHAT of the being spoken right now. It means more than anything else.
























Moment

A pure moving
look
appears as wonder
on the face
of a dog.
Still for a moment,
she looks at you
not knowing
what you will do
next,
waiting to make
her next move.
She has desire
to please.
She has her hopes.
There’s no ball
in your hand
so that’s out,
but what else, then?
Wonder,
a look of love
yours, now,
to give.


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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Find a Way to Disappear


Week 10


Find a Way to Disappear

Tweets


1.   One could argue that the best thing you can say about someone is that she’s self-less.

2.   Of course, not all agree, and some believe that the selfless person won’t accomplish much.

3.   The servant-leader concept that sprang up at AT&T a half-century ago seems an attempt to blend accomplishment with humility.

4.   The resolution of these poles seems to lie in detachment—a cling-less bearing.

5.   In this case detachment doesn’t mean lack of care, but distancing relinquishing vested interest in favor of the appropriate.

6.   It’s not too much of a stretch to understand appropriateness as flow.

7.   Flow—when the factors all come together like magic--is as close to nothingness as anything I’ve ever experienced.






Blissless

Non-being
is as far
as human language
can go to describe
nothingness.
There have been
only a few times
in my life
when I felt
I wasn’t there
when I was.
No lack
No presence
No thing

Hardly there
Really there


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Sunday, March 4, 2012

When You’re astride the Compass


Week 9


When You’re astride the Compass

Tweets


1.   Rich, indeed, is the person who has a friend whose insights lay him back against the wall.

2.   Who do you know and trust who asks of you what you won’t ask yourself?

3.   If you have such a friend linkage, then you are giving, too, or else he would not find your company suitable.

4.   When the question or statement comes in that trust linkage, it cannot be ignored.

5.   So what does it mean when you leave some situation or somebody? It’s not a slight matter.

6.   Owning the meanings that don’t meet the eye help you grow up. Start early. It will pay you back increasingly as you grow older.

7.   You may not ever know just why you made some move, but it will strengthen you to revisit and perhaps revise.


























Exit

One friend
told another,
You can forget
yesterday more
easily than anyone
I’ve met.
Was it a compliment?
Yes, one has to move on.
Was it a criticism?
Yes, one has to mourn,
to know regret, sadness.
Failure can be learning
and in our Janus-faced
dilemmas of time
we can gain even
from loss of all—
a freedom and exhilaration.
When nothing is left
all is available.
But the original comment
friend-to-friend
in true love
had to do with election,
when one does the leaving,
choosing, not chosen.


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