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Thoughts On My Mid-Pandemic Birthday

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Today I turn 43;
This body has made
43 trips around the sun,
and it seems significant
that I find myself alone
to send up rockets of appreciation
from my square foot of earth
to celebrate the occasion of my birth.
I like myself.
I like the company I keep
in the quiet moments
when there is no one else
to break the silence,
when I have the space to listen to
the deep music of what continues
without human effort,
what remains,
what hums
when we finally slow down
and accept that
enough is enough.

My Ordinary Life

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I woke up this morning with a lightness,
was able to get so much accomplished…
something had shifted,
and my mind wasn’t stuck in the same old thoughts.
I felt more like myself today
than I had felt in ages.
I took time to take care of my self,
celebrated the quietude,
seized the chance to tune in
and clear my space.
Now, freshly showered,
clean sheets on my bed,
and a warm mug of tea
steaming beside me,
I look back in gratitude.
It was an incredibly ordinary day
by mostly anyone’s standards,
but I’m feeling peaceful now.
God bless my ordinary life.

The Greatest Miracle

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Early this morning
I took a deep breath
and I asked my heart
some questions.
Why was I surprised
when the answers
were so sweet, gentle,
and simple
that they pointed me
back home
to the truth
I always knew?
I suppose I had bought in
to the idea that miracles
were these huge displays
of cosmic power and grandeur.
Now I know better.
Now I know
the greatest miracle
is a simple recognition
of the tender heart
of awareness—
quiet,
gentle, sweet—
the heart in all of us.

Can You Afford Not To?

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Finally the house is quiet.
The day’s frantic energy settles
into the stillness of night
and I can sit in peace.
I light a candle,
take my seat.
It feels like I’ve come home.
I wonder who else
in this world
is meditating
in exactly this same moment.
I picture us all sitting,
candles lit,
quiet, breathing,
many of us,
spanning the globe.
When I picture the world
in this way,
I feel hopeful for our future.
It may be a small offering
but it’s one I make every day.
Who knows what fruits
a lifetime of sitting will bear?
I like to imagine
I’m contributing to peace
on this planet.
I like to imagine
that when enough of us
sit and find peace
within ourselves
even for just a minute
even for just a second
we will eventually reach
a critical mass…
and we will see
a global healing take place.
Would you like to join in
this movement
of peacemaking and
light bringing?
Can you afford not to?

Spacious, Silent Being

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I sit down to write
and I think
I don’t have anything to say.
And this strikes me
as a good thing.
When noise assails us
every day,
every moment of our lives—
silence becomes a rare
and precious gift.
Offering such silence
to oneself—
even rarer.
So, as I look inwards,
if I notice only silence,
I’ll accept this gift,
and sit in this quiet place,
grateful to receive
this moment of
spacious, silent being.

Beyond Description

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Not knowing what to say,
I watch how unfamiliar the silence has become,
the discomfort that arises
when staring into the void of space.
Whenever I have a minute
I’m playing solitaire on my phone,
as if every bit of time must be taken up
with something.
Enough is enough.
When I see that the silence has grown uncomfortable,
it means I’ve fallen out of relationship with myself.
I put down my phone and just sit.
I take a deep breath.
The love in me was always there,
it just became obscured by cluttered thinking.
May I befriend the silence
and come home to the inner spaciousness.
By embracing my wordlessness,
I tune into a deeper me,
the self beyond words, beyond description.

Sanity and Connection

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We went to an amusement park today.
What feels like play to many
seems to suck the soul out of me at times.
I tried to breathe as we waited in lines,
applying the tonglen meditation technique…
breathing in the impatience
for myself and all beings,
breathing out relaxed presence.
Sometimes I was successful,
I’m pretty sure at others I wore a faint scowl
unconsciously…as I dreamed of silence.
It’s a head game being around so many;
The noise and the commotion
remind me of how much I love quiet,
how important solitude is to my wellbeing.
Looking back on the day I see
another opportunity for balance,
dancing that fine line between being with self
and being with others,
giving enough time to each
to keep sanity and connection both within reach.

Some Questions for You

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We seek out a conversation
because we are uncomfortable with the silence.
We want to bring more objects into our lives
because we are afraid of emptiness.
We seek companionship
because we are terrified of being alone.
Enough.
Enough.
Enough.
Can you be the brave one
who stops this madness?
Can you listen instead of speak?
Can you sit in the fire of silence
and be burned completely
and then rise from the ashes
pure and clean and clear?
Can you give away
what you are attached to?
Can you sit with your open heart and mind
and enjoy the simplest of gifts–
this breath in, this breath out?
For one moment,
could you stop surrounding yourself
with so many faces and voices
and thoughts
and noises,
could you sit quietly and be embraced
by the inner friend?

What if you were told
that the future of this planet
depends on you being okay
with yourself,
just as you are right now?

What would you do then?

A Moment to Remember Who I Am

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All is quiet now.
No words to express
the actual feeling of peace and calm
now that the storm has come and gone.

This time passes,
and another challenge will surely arise,
this is the nature of things.

But for now,
I listen to the sweet music of silence,
the quiet in the house when everyone is asleep,
and I think,
Yes, this is the most perfect of all birthday presents–
a moment to remember who I am,
my presence.