tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54354496635898562532024-02-20T19:29:24.298-08:00Lens Cap Off- Mindful Inner ClarityDoors and Windows--
Mindful Poetic musings, Meditations, Observations and Insights.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-18617816490858655572011-08-19T15:50:00.000-07:002011-08-20T06:13:24.232-07:00Guided Meditation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Bring your thoughts here, now. Be here in this place, right now. Be awake in each moment. <br />
Begin to follow your in and yyour out breaths'. Bring attention back to your true home: your breath.<br />
Your home is not the corner house nor the sidewalk or the city or town in which you reside; your breath is your true home.<br />
<br />
Your happiness is here in this very present moment. Not at another time with a new circumstance,<br />
a changed body, a new location and not in different relationships, it is here now.<br />
<br />
You have and can keep peace. Your happiness is in your true home, find your true peace in every moment. Follow and focus on your in breath, your out breath reserving happiness. Quiet the mind,<br />
rest the mind. Let your thoughts come but don't hang on to them, let them go. Go back to your breath. <br />
a deep inhalation --In, and a slower, longer exhalation--out. In, I am Calm, and out, I am at Ease.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-25441645818815782712011-08-18T18:53:00.000-07:002011-08-18T18:53:48.838-07:00poems<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">windows and doors <br />
metaphors<br />
soul images<br />
words with<br />
tone and color<br />
beats and putrid<br />
stench<br />
or tantilizing aromas<br />
vomited in words<br />
or sprinkles of bullshit<br />
injected<br />
while praying<br />
for food.<br />
Some get it<br />
some don't<br />
authors don't <br />
pander to the shallow.<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-39699386306416071422011-07-30T19:39:00.000-07:002011-07-30T20:18:30.104-07:00Silent Rain Chain Meditation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Rhythmic sound<br />
an affirming powerful<br />
dance, metal and water<br />
sing.<br />
Maples and sweet pine<br />
in nature<br />
ground my roaming<br />
thoughts. <br />
A small river<br />
organizes<br />
letting in and letting go.<br />
My breath is natural<br />
allowing me<br />
to accept and let go.<br />
With the sound<br />
and the smell<br />
in breath<br />
out breath<br />
I cling only to<br />
calm and soothing<br />
affirmations.<br />
Mindful of<br />
Lovingkindness, <br />
I repeat<br />
"May we be at ease"<br />
for the world.<br />
Breaths in and out, a flowing thought:<br />
"Impermanence is a welcome thief,<br />
but it steals<br />
being here now."<br />
Listening to the movement<br />
of water<br />
clink down the <br />
rain chain<br />
I focus on impermanence with<br />
each breath<br />
in and out. I am at ease,<br />
I am here now, I am here now<br />
feeding a calm chain of thought<br />
throughout the world<br />
in each moment.<br />
.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-88996847332959316072011-07-20T06:45:00.000-07:002011-07-22T05:40:01.696-07:00Lines of Thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Poetry pours a drink of pictures<br />
and laughs<br />
while you wonder.<br />
A paintbrush decides what<br />
an image will become<br />
as a pen moves over<br />
paper to remark<br />
only about the blank places<br />
where your lines of thought<br />
take respite only in the<br />
maddening<br />
colorful emptiness<br />
that gives creation its opportunity.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-88756443049445920602011-07-16T20:03:00.000-07:002011-07-16T20:19:55.459-07:00She said,She was chronically sick and spoke<br />
with a smile. ( I can hear her labored breathing)<br />
She kept her hands; thus her mind<br />
busy.<br />
<br />
She said, get the cards, help<br />
put this puzzle together,<br />
come visit. I need to clean this, <br />
launder that, iron this.<br />
<br />
She said, what would I do without you?<br />
(You'll never have to know, I told her).<br />
As I placed a meal I cooked before her<br />
Oh this looks delicious<br />
she said. Tasting it, she'd blink and <br />
swallow a small bite and say, "Delicious!"<br />
<br />
I'd shower her and she'd be embarrassed and say,<br />
I can't believe my child has to shower me.<br />
(I'd say " Someday, Mom, I'll be in the same situation; we all need help.).<br />
<br />
Reading the newspaper, watching the news,<br />
or when trying to navigate <br />
Voice prompts<br />
which were difficult to follow with bad hearing. <br />
She said "its time to go because <br />
the world no longer makes sense to me".<br />
<br />
Everything lost its taste<br />
No more smiles<br />
She is no more<br />
here; but she resides with me.<br />
I picture her clearly and I remember all<br />
she said.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-9466472091266737362011-07-15T13:13:00.000-07:002011-07-15T13:13:29.924-07:00Paralysis Analysiswhat if?<br />
because of this most likely that.<br />
maybe...<br />
speculation!<br />
perhaps what was said isn't what is meant.<br />
I bet...<br />
don't you see??<br />
What it is it isn't!<br />
<br />
Analysis creates chaos in the mind<br />
don't ask the questions<br />
don't drive yourself crazy.<br />
Don't cross a bridge before it comes<br />
be calm<br />
Don't encourage suffering<br />
Let it be.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-9499063939527190622011-07-15T13:03:00.000-07:002011-07-15T13:05:10.383-07:00NuancesEveryone has a different experience<br />
even in the same place.<br />
The wind blew from a different direction,<br />
it was overcast; or sunny.<br />
One had enough money to indulge<br />
the other did not.<br />
Both were married and divorced<br />
but usually not to the same guy<br />
of course...<br />
So even if you say "been there<br />
and think you've done that,"<br />
its just not exactly alike.<br />
Even if the clips reel holds <br />
the same pictures its just<br />
not the same.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-27831067813391044742011-07-15T12:41:00.001-07:002011-08-04T17:18:11.728-07:00SelfMindfully, I explore my self-control<br />
trying to lay aside an alluring friend<br />
bad company.<br />
I keep busy<br />
grooming<br />
laying plans<br />
entertained by TV<br />
the computer<br />
writing.<br />
This is what depravement is?<br />
Guess it can be a yearning<br />
for something good<br />
or bad.<br />
If I don't buy, carry or hold them..<br />
what happens when I smell and see others<br />
sharing the company I kept..<br />
Will I keep my self control?<br />
Look through pictures, drink water, read blogs,<br />
stay away from eating to replace<br />
your old friend.<br />
Look out the window<br />
throw them out a door...how strong is self?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-19269122484553881102011-05-12T07:14:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:52:40.159-07:00Post-it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Post it: <br />
on the doors and windows<br />
on the faces of people we see<br />
the animals and the bees<br />
the flowers and the trees<br />
the shacks and the mansions<br />
the races and ethnicities<br />
the earth and the galaxy<br />
"COMPASSION:<br />
Because all are just like me".<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-18680755116383286602011-04-01T15:36:00.000-07:002011-04-01T16:24:05.149-07:00Date Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Silently he lands <br />
on the tough, brown,<br />
softly,swaying palm branch.<br />
His yellow legs are strong<br />
and accented by heavy, black<br />
razor sharp talons.<br />
Feeling my admiration, <br />
his yellow eyes find me and then<br />
they begin to observe the area<br />
around the palm. <br />
Statue still, his feet stay<br />
locked on one spot.<br />
I tried not to swallow or<br />
move a muscle,<br />
as he occasionally glared at me; I didn't want him to leave.<br />
Not before I wondered when he would fly off,<br />
he quietly sunk downward <br />
barely scratching the tough, green grass<br />
with his sharp forks ahead of him.<br />
I watched as he decided to pick up<br />
a shiny black snake <br />
to take the creature on a swinging blind date.<br />
An unexpected, magical,<br />
winged ride to dinner.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-60695621633457028972011-02-26T05:19:00.000-08:002011-02-26T08:48:01.022-08:00Morning fog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">An dewy, ethereal blanket<br />
disguises the distance.<br />
The misty, thick promise<br />
blank to paint<br />
your day;<br />
an unclear, strange<br />
eraser filled with<br />
refreshing, misty<br />
promise.<br />
An angelic screen<br />
mysterious, limiting<br />
beautiful, haunting<br />
fleeting.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-75135840668007306812011-02-18T08:24:00.000-08:002011-02-18T08:24:22.341-08:00Sketching<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">a detail<br />
a curve<br />
lines overlapping<br />
shadows<br />
a figure<br />
looking<br />
pensively<br />
one's eyes<br />
moving<br />
taking it in<br />
pleasing<br />
and only<br />
pencil.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-81118600761081623122011-02-12T19:14:00.000-08:002011-02-12T19:14:13.361-08:00Leaping into the moments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dance with perfect rhythms </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">leap hungering into the World.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Melt the ice blocks </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">crack the frozen moonscape </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> guilt and despair, it’s not a risky journey </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">with Jesus or Buddha, or whomever you call your higher power. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Picture your head being cradled in the lap of, embraced in the arms of your higher power. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Stroking your face you’re told </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">there is Grace for YOU</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">no more paralysis. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Deeper lessons await you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">where all the aches and numbness </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">crumble and blow away</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Love fills your pores and joy spills out slowly, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">one drop at a time </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">so your well is never dry.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-72264576530519349352011-02-03T18:59:00.000-08:002011-02-03T18:59:16.833-08:00Blogging<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Thinking<br />
Sharing<br />
Reading<br />
Growing<br />
Creating<br />
Learning<br />
Networking<br />
Writing<br />
Random<br />
Expressions<br />
Flowing<br />
Colorful<br />
Individuality</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-31577246106936521372011-01-26T19:39:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:19:09.212-08:00Wise women alone..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sick and tired <br />
for beautiful <br />
well-rounded <br />
women.<br />
Women<br />
with so much to offer<br />
women who understand<br />
how to be a helper <br />
and a lover<br />
and a giver.<br />
These women<br />
sometimes dream of <br />
how they'd enjoy<br />
a solid mate<br />
to help them in life; <br />
and who they could help<br />
emotionally,<br />
financially,<br />
spirituality.<br />
Just one to make a day light<br />
and a night shared...<br />
Alone instead<br />
because many men<br />
are simply stunted, boys<br />
or aged men who fear aging <br />
and seek youth in<br />
a size 5 instead<br />
of a woman<br />
who is wise.<br />
<br />
p.malafronte (for Jen, Donna, Barb, Cassie and many other strong incredible women) 2011<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-11005883005373839672011-01-14T02:37:00.000-08:002011-01-14T02:37:41.502-08:00Up too EarlyGetting up Early<br />
Thinking<br />
fretting, contemplating<br />
frustrated<br />
sad, sniffling<br />
disgusted...<br />
writing<br />
having tea<br />
wondering<br />
about the day<br />
as I close this poetic rambling<br />
to fold clothes<br />
and close my eyes<br />
again...waking hopefully<br />
next timeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-42335007339686863552010-12-24T05:33:00.000-08:002010-12-24T05:33:55.591-08:00Broken FamiliesWe try to be friends,<br />
impossible, without feeling cared for<br />
and having trust.<br />
Even with common bonds<br />
we can't find one <br />
that glues.<br />
Now that its Christmas<br />
we're feeling the blues.<br />
Blues for families and a world<br />
that can't relate.<br />
We always hope its<br />
not too late<br />
but who are we kidding, <br />
its never been great.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-32237784828072389892010-12-17T16:52:00.000-08:002010-12-17T16:52:20.282-08:00United States of HypocrisyLiberty and Justice for <em>all</em><br />
only if you have tons of money<br />
like O.J. and Assange<br />
<br />
We have women's rights in this country<br />
We don't walk behind the men (visibly)<br />
like they do in Japan...<br />
but we are silently paid less<br />
valued less<br />
<br />
We play the BIG guy all over the world<br />
and can't take care of our own<br />
We don't value our elderly<br />
and our poor are a holiday concern<br />
<br />
We elect a black man to the Presidency<br />
<em>so us whites aren't prejudice -right?</em><br />
Yet he is silently feared and this assertion is proven by<br />
the lack of power most will allow him to assert<br />
<br />
Most state that they are: Christians<br />
but they are hateful, mean & intolerant;<br />
unlike Jesus, they are<br />
hypocrites in the land of hypocrisy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-23768141077477461392010-12-14T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-14T15:48:52.294-08:00Lights of ChristmasPrestrung, <br />
polished, <br />
pretty, <br />
predominant,<br />
peaceful.<br />
<br />
Luminenscent,<br />
lulling,<br />
lighthouses,<br />
lusterous,<br />
lamps.<br />
<br />
Holy,<br />
halos,<br />
hanging,<br />
hallowed,<br />
heavenly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-18677244290718999712010-12-08T20:12:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:14:52.131-08:00Paralysis AnalysisRegurgitation<br />
of thoughts<br />
insisting they <br />
be answered; while we<br />
examine every nuance,<br />
of what was done;<br />
left undone;<br />
said;<br />
or unexpressed.<br />
Answers seen in a facial gesture<br />
(that could have been gas)?<br />
We ask the aggressive question:<br />
Why? <br />
For which there is never an answer<br />
that can be completely true or satisfying<br />
under the microscope of deconstruction.<br />
Oh, how we waste our time on Earth.<br />
Why?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-30843603274227185582010-12-05T17:23:00.000-08:002010-12-05T17:36:50.319-08:00RitualMy internal peace <br />
should not grind and whirl<br />
with thoughts <br />
not easy to turn away.<br />
I practice<br />
stepping inside<br />
beckoning a sparkling light<br />
which enters<br />
from the top of my head.<br />
s l o w l y<br />
it wanders, bobbing, and gliding<br />
like slivers of gemstones dancing<br />
with joyfulness through obstacles<br />
casting them aside; after a greeting.<br />
Deep c l e a n s i n g, exploring<br />
accepting, while<br />
becoming new, refreshed<br />
in the precious moment. <br />
<br />
p. malafronte (2010)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-32496237621713438452010-12-02T18:09:00.000-08:002010-12-02T18:09:55.089-08:00Stepping AwayFocus on your comings<br />
and goings<br />
on how many times you <br />
do something<br />
for you.<br />
Do you have to please<br />
yourself<br />
or everyone else<br />
Step away and make it you<br />
Beginning today.<br />
p.malafronte (2010)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-78234390471444816922010-11-30T16:34:00.000-08:002010-11-30T16:34:13.122-08:00Fresh BreezeA breeze <br />
blew in<br />
and erased<br />
the stagnancy.<br />
I expected it to be <br />
fresh and cleansing;<br />
so much for expectations.<br />
Yet, it is new,<br />
freeing, swirling<br />
around creating<br />
unexpectedly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-51679825742608812010-11-21T18:34:00.000-08:002010-11-21T18:34:56.450-08:00I seeI see that you feel differently;<br />
oppossed to my feelings<br />
or thoughts.<br />
I see clearly<br />
that we can't agree<br />
and that's okay<br />
by me.<br />
I'll just be considering <br />
what you say<br />
only today; btw<br />
can you see me?<br />
Aren't I right?<br />
Don't get uptight<br />
No fists or shouts<br />
Just go, please, go out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435449663589856253.post-28050556019337655312010-11-21T08:12:00.000-08:002010-11-21T08:15:26.172-08:00Gentle ConsiderationA transluscent, milky bead on the corner of a new baby's mouth<br />
Queen Anne's Lace carried by a waif- like child<br />
An eyelet apron dusted with flour<br />
soft lips pressed to the nape of a slender neck<br />
thoughts of you as an invisible breeze kisses my face<br />
your lovliness of spirit<br />
is held so tenderly<br />
recognizing full fragility<br />
p. malafronte (2010)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0