Tag: zen
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Lamenting the Practice of Good Habits
It’s hard enough to form good habits, especially in lieu of bad ones. But sometimes it seems virtually impossible to form good habits in a good way. I find myself lamenting the practice of forming good habits. While doing my morning breathing scattered thoughts race through my mind, I thought what’s the point of going…
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Heart Beats
The heart beats and with it the whole of our past; all we’ve stressed and all we eat, collecting all of perceptions impressions, thumping like streetside construction, constantly building a soul
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Cedar River
The glint of cottonwood leaves and helicopter seeds spiraling down like the underbelly of the osprey that circles above above the Cedar river above the moss laden and bare maple crowns. Rushing river. Splunk of rocks. We held each other. I closed my eyes to realize everything is spinning in some secret way. And I’m…
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Old Man Tree Frog (A Poem)
Took a walk to visit with the frog that lives in the tree. Gambel oak to be exact. But he had turned in as we were walking up. The branches thick with fuzz, leaves turning crispy and yellow and brown, green splotches and spindly spines. The earth moves in a post drizzle dance we wait…
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Memory
I subscribe to leading a life directed by a knowledge that memory is not only some place in your brain, that memory is stored in the muscles, nerves, and cells of your body and that when you learn to trust that memory you can live poetry.
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Carried Away (A Poem)
Carried Away Scattered leaves, various shades of chrome-yellow, and currant, stream endlessly, carried away by the current over and over again leaves pass, not too dissimilar to discern the difference. However, without the underlying knowledge that there is change, there would only be insanity – Still, the water, seamlessly drifts – flashes of silver and…
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Too Many Mistakes (A Poem)
Well, i was laying on my side, melting into the mattress, liquid layers of vibrations, carrying me away. i was listening to my aura, as subatomic particles in mid flight; like a helicopter above and around my head. i felt the energy created through a lifetime my heart beats like a time bomb, everything whirring…
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Seriously, Again? (A Haibun)
How many times have i been a changed man apparently transformative forces are weaker than habitual ones because everytime i think i’ve freed my mind i keep going back to the way it was gradually usually, which is what makes it so hard to see i start with this amazing energy and slowly i get…
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The Net
Consciousness is like a net; it can either catch you, or trap you. We are here to discern change and differences. Which we do well, sometimes too well. Am I comfortable right now? Does this benefit me? Is this what I want? I’ve been here before. I need to name this feeling. Perhaps it’s not…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 