drumming

my friend Richard brought me a drum. i love it. i've been feeling very inspired these days, bubbling with things wanting to come out and concretize in one form or another.
drumming is one thing that came up. i've never drummed before, and i have no musical skill to speak of. but i love the drum anyway, and i try different things on it. i especially love being outside with the kids, and playing with it. usually they join in, and we're all drumming. it's a beautiful african drum, with jungle animal designs on the side.
ed also likes it - when thing get crazy, late in the evening, and the kids are fussy and whiney, he starts drumming and they usually come down.

some more things i wrote:

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he said:
"you know,
every hero needs
a dragon to slay"

so now, i am
just happy
to be a Nobody.

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Filter

You and I,
we filter.
that's what we do,
we look around,
and we take out
of our experience
that which suits our mindset.

and so we create
our Reality,
on the outside
matching quite well
the reality inside.

we say:
"i knew it would be this way"
or
"i told you"
or
"this always happens to me"
and so on,
without realizing
that we've filtered
out of limitless,
infinite reality,
that which suits us.

what can i say?
throw away the filter?
not that easy...
yet,
what do you have to lose?
be crazy.

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My ego and I

I say:
Ego, won't you please
give me a break,
leave me alone?

we fight so much
my ego and i
and she always wins

sometimes,
when i'm too tired
to fight, or think, or care
ego and i sit down for tea
and then she slips away unnoticed.
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here's something I wrote, inspired by my experience of walking in a labyrinth that my friend Jennifer showed me:

I walk slowly
the labyrinth of my life.
sometimes mindful, aware of each step -
most times mindless,
fearful, uncertain,
focused on the next turn -
where will it take me?

sometimes my path
comes together with yours,
and for a brief period
we walk together -
we fall in love
and we find friendship.
we intersect.

and just as we think
"this is it",
we move on-
our paths separate
each taking its inevitable turns.
inevitable, i mean,
given who you are
and who i am,
and our circumstances.

yet we may meet again -
to hope for this is crazy
to not hope for this is crazy.

the labyrinth ends
in the center-
always in the center.
it's where we all start from
and where we all return.

the center is that place
we sense intuitively
all our lives,
walking around in circuambulatory motion.

the center is stillness,
is Life
is Death.
the center is undefinable and infinite.
I will see you there.
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peace