Friday, May 9, 2008

BEAUTY

There is beauty of the moment and of the moment gone.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections,
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The Blackbird whistling
Or just after.
-- Wallace Stevens

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Ulapalakua Storm


What's Not Here

I start out on this road, call it
love or emptiness. I only know what's
not here: resentment seeds, back-
scratching greed, worrying about out-
come, fear of people. When a bird gets
free, it doesn't go back for remnants
left on the bottom of the cage! Close
by, I'm the rain. Far off, a cloud of fire.
I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble; the roots are still.
I am a universe in a handful of dirt,
whole when totally demolished. Talk
about choices does not apply to me.
While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhat lost in the wind.
by Rumi

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Ryoanji: An Essay

Wherever a person stands in the garden of Ryoanji, there is always a stone that cannot be seen. It is like the sliver of absence found on the face of a man who has glimpsed in himself a thing until then unknown. Inside the silence, just before he begins to weep. Not because of the thing he has learned---monstrous or saintly, it was always within him---but for the amplitude he hadn't believed was there.

- Jane Hirshfield, "After"

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Now is when the universe
is taking care of things
providing you with the needs to
help you overcome self doubt.
To submerge you in love
to flow with life
without fear or concerns.
M

Thursday, December 27, 2007


Boynton Canyon Blues

My soul remembers the peace that can inspire creativity
etched in timeless sculpted rock
Feeling energy surge through me
I lay dreaming
of a love lost to me
in a corresponding reality
My world is simple
painted by those loved ones
that wish me only to forge ahead
in my own evolution
I offer my hand gently in love
to release suffering
that clings in fear
unsuspecting
In these red rock hues
I feel the Blues of caring
patiently waiting
to share these same magic moments.
G.Sherman5/31/2001

Monday, December 3, 2007

Meditation is "a way of clarifying the actual nature of the mind".
It is not someone else's experience we are studying, it is our own.
-Trungpa Rinpoche

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Help Wanted

Sincere human beings to give gifts and be light of world.
Perfection not required.
Must be willing to give and receive love, voice your vision, stand for truth, face fears, forgive mistakes, own your shadow, trust the universe and enjoy mystery, paradox and change.
-Scott Kalechstein

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thanksgiving!

Panca_Tattva

On this day of thankfulness I honor with gratitude the direction of my life, the very special people in it, as well as the many, many lessons that have been brought to me for my consideration.






Saturday, November 17, 2007

I LOVE YOUR SOUL


Beguiling green eyes

spin worlds

laughing radiating light

revealing

unconditional love


present nullifing future

time within you

grateful peaceful haven


longing arms

pulling away

into burning flames

newly discovered...

loves nerosis


I'sana 7/07



Tuesday, November 6, 2007

TEXTURES

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Monday, November 5, 2007

Haiku,Haiku 1987

gentle rains
feed twisting streams
wind danced treetops
sing of peaceful oneness

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Who will I love

Perhaps I am afraid of losing you in the void
A place where no thing exists,
Where every thing is
Who will I love if you stop being you
Only shadows dance formless
Weaving textures of life
M

Friday, September 28, 2007

First Flowers/Fence Project


HAPPY VALLEY FENCE PROJECT

This commission has truly been a labour of love for me. After eight months of finish work on this house and O'hana I was given the opportunity to create and build this giant 14 foot trellis for Jade vines to climb. This was a security and privacy addition for dividing the pool area. The multiple owners have been both patient and gracious throughout this challenging project. I will very much enjoy watching the process of growth in the coming months.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

MINDFULNESS OF SOUL


Once, someone stirred me


in a direction never before spun


It felt so beautiful, so right,


to wake up to my Passion


I thought that it would last forever


Another Illusion !


Passion and love alone


don't seem to hold together


the reflecting mirrors of familiarity ~


that experience,


mindfulness and maturity,


enable us to see !


So, if the soul of a lifetime of searching


would or could


duplicate the presentation,


I would never try to pin it down or own it,


but let our love flow with the joy


of every present waking moment,


that was my good fortune to behold


with gratitude...


I'sana

10/06

Saturday, September 22, 2007

MEMORY

Desolation's desert.
I'm here with shadows of your voice,
your lips as mirage, now trembling.
grass and dust of distance
have let this desert bloom
with your roses.
Near me breathes the thin air that's your kiss.
It smolders,
slowly - slowly, musk of itself.
And further, drop by drop,
beyond the horizon, shines on Time's face,
touched it...
So caressing
that although it's shadow parting's morning
it's as if night's come,
bringing you to my brave arms.
by Agha Shahid Ali

REFERAL LINK

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Monday, September 10, 2007

NIGHT

Intoxicating Jasmines

thick and sweet

wafting perfume

tendrils wrap

around my Dream Sleep -

kind lovers

caring tenderness

sensual distractions

harmonic rapture

loving futures

~


Traded Waking Dream -

cricket drone

drunken geckos

rustling mangoes

dense avocados

dancing with the

music of the wind

~

Shadows of the moon

remembering -

lost loves

pain body stories

wishful pasts


thinking...


time moves on

life waits patiently

for

true waking



I'sana