Ode to Cimi

Cimi, White Worldbridger,
In the richness of the now
I surrender,
and accept what is.

In the richness of the now,
I witness daily deaths
and accept what is:

I witness daily deaths:
transformation reveals itself through
impermanence as
death brings life.

Transformation reveals itself through
Death brings life.
Death is my ally.

grant access to new worlds.
Death is my ally,
and creates freedom.

Grant access to new worlds,
Cimi, White Worldbridger,
and create freedom
in surrender.


* nb.  this is   one of a series  of pantoums that I wrote to  honor the energetic pulse of several of  the  Mayan  gods .  Writing  pantoums  isn’t easy at all,  but  truly satisfying when  finished!  My series of pantoums  did win  me a scholarship to  spend time in  prague  some time ago. I think I need to go  back to  Praha  again. :-))

Throw Yourself Like Seed

Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;
Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
That brushes your heel as it turns going by,
The man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain
Which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
But to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
Is the work; start there, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,
Don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
And do not let the past weigh down your motion.

Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what’s dead in yourself,
For life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
From your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.

The Guest House, by Rumi

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house
every day a new arrival.

A joy, a depression a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.

Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


One of my all time  favorite  poems.   This  poem is so wonderful to read,  when  you are  experiencing  a crowd of sorrows, violently  sweeping   your house empty.

Once upon a time, in America, things were well made. They LASTED. They didn’t fall apart after a short time of washings and wearings. This is not to say that there are some things, that are still well made, but many people will shy away because of the price that it costs these days to produce these things and the price that you will then pay. I could go on, but I don’t really need to here. Because we all know these facts, they are common knowledge to those of us born in Generation X and before.

Given this, I thought it would be fun to post a few photos of things that I own. And yes, they are for sale. These things were not ever mine, but simply acquired. Please email me for more information if you are interested , or know someone who might be.

Some stats on the  items:

This is a bonafide vintage, men’s navy coat, from the actual US navy. It was in a family collection and no one except me saw the value in this coat. IT is a 40L and double breasted. They don’t make coats like this these days, as evidenced by the sheer weight of this coat. ( it is HEAVY AND WARM!) The buttons are original.  It also has a ” secret” side pocket on the inside.

This post is also an ” experiment”. But the details on that, I will not divulge yet. Well, Ok, I will give a very small hint. THINK: EFT ME, baby. I will post results on this experiment as they become known to me.. :-))

40L  men's  navy coat

40L men’s navy coat

Olive green women's  hat.

I am really late in writing the result of the 30 day tapping challenge, and for that, I apologize to my readers. But, here I am , once again emerging.

I had no real ” expectations” on this 30 day challenge. Well, no, i sort of did. I expected, mostly, that nothing much would happen. Which is silly to even think that, BECAUSE, you simply cannot NOT get good results from the tapping. It is impossible. the things that I have seen happen, for me, in terms of health issues, and some deeper core issues, is astounding. So, then, it was just about a few days after the 30 day challenge was up, or maybe even a bit before, I checked a medical account that I owed 2K on. I was waiting for a letter from them, telling me, what was gonna be the answer to my financial hardship letter that I wrote to them. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. Going to the mailbox, thinking a notification would be in there. Waiting. Continuing tapping, even when I hated doing that, did not feel like doing it, thought it was stupid, boring, and silly. So imagine my surprise, when, on a whim one evening late, I decided to look at ( again) the results of a blood work test that I had done, ( b/c I couldn’t remember what they had tested for), and my $$ balance, was…
hold your breath…. sit down…
and take a breath. Because that is what I DID.
my balance was now ZERO. simply ZERO. nada. gone. Zero. yeah. tap me, baby! KEEP ON!!!

and you are probably reading this and thinking, ” what??” what does this have to do with the
30 day tapping challenge? You weren’t even tapping for money… ( b/c there are ” scripts” for that!)”?

So, the answer is, that, yes, it seems like one has nothing to do with the other. However, the timing of me finding out about my zero balance, was so close to the end of the 30 day challenge, I feel it cannot be ignored. You can make up your own conclusions about this, bc I know that is what you are going to do anyway. But I SAY, Keep on, man. Or woman. Tap me, baby!!

Postcocious: Heather McHugh

Bubbling over at a glimpse
of yellow truck, singing out at every
dog or lollipop––a drop
of hat will do–-hell, waking up
induces peals of laughter! They’re abuzz
with business and glee. It’s clear
to them what living’s for.

It isn’t clear to me.

For each item’s a line,
each occasion an occasion for redress,
reclaiming, recompense, or rue. Given
time’s best gift, I’m always
scheming to return it.
As for the language
of the love of life––

when did my soul unlearn it?

I adore this poem, because it takes you back
while also bringing you to the present in a way that
many need to be reminded of.

*nb. special *tag* on this post to mr. nimwegen.

#3 Nice to see you again

#3 Nice to see you again.


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