THE HUMBLE MOMENT…

Photo: ‘Time to Loosen’ by mskathrynne – Pixabay
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Ken’s poem reminds, moments are time… like the weather, ever changing. Mood flavors Now… like the receding surf back-washing into crashing waves at the edge of the future… there’s presence… the granular feel of pain from tease to torment, and too, there’s release into the expanse of open appreciation, a full-bodied caring, heartfelt and essential… It’s all there, available in the flow……

DOWNSIZED
by Ken McKeon

The plus of a good memory
Has fallen off the charts,
I’m standing now
In the minus corner,

I’m something of a dunce,
Amiably moody, totally adverse
To everything that’s wrong,
Whatever that is,

I shake my head at what I’ve come to be,
I’m metronomic, a wig-wag, a counter,
I think that’s right,
It could be otherwise,

It’s time for me to loosen up,
I’ll run through clover later
When the sun breaks through
The cloudy room that is my mind,

How on earth might that happen?
Even the floating by of a soft grey moth
Could do the trick,
A dusky presentation of another life
Settling down on the lawn,
Its easy wings relax,
The warmth is good,

There are blessings everywhere I look.

About David Filippone

For more than 25 years I’ve been a 'student' of the Time, Space, Knowledge vision (TSK), not a teacher. And I write from an inquiring student's perspective neither proclaiming nor declaring. I figuratively sit in awe at the feet of a master, Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche. For the past 12 years, my personal TSK guide has been Jack Petranker, founder of the "Center for Creative Inquiry" (CCI), past dean of the "Tibetan Nyingma Institute", and author of "When It Rains Does Space Get Wet?", "Inside Knowledge", and other TSK related books and articles... I've also received TSK instruction from the late, Carolyn Pasternak of the Odiyan Retreat Center... As a volunteer for the past several years, I've been curating the TSK focused, CCI Facebook page at... https://tinyurl.com/ybyfolcf
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