• it’s hard to remain angry in a zen household •

My ‘get up and go’,
has apparently absented the building,
leaving no forwarding address,
and has taken the dogs,
most of my collectibles,
and what remained
of my ‘speaking’ relatives, with,
and I’m not sure I don’t
feel the better for it.
Damned ‘get up and go’,
who needs anything
so ambulatory anywhoo!
Not me, and that’s for sure!!
If I never see it’s delicate,
fleet-footed ferret face
again, it will be too soon!!
(I would slam a door, here, but,
I have installed all ‘pocket doors’,
in my comely abode,
so I’ll just quietly slide this one
until it slides snugly into its
snug little ‘pocket door’
‘landing pad’.
Sorry.)
~ Tim Burchfield
10/6/17

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• lonely •

I love that word,
lonely.
Even as a misnomer,
it’s a myth.
But a myth that gives credence
to a feeling
that is a first indicator
of an open mind:
the one on the other side
of your head.
Feed it. Listen to it.
Ask it what it wants,
to feel happy.
It will speak in dreams,
and impressions,
and (sometimes) songs
and other voices.
The word is a signpost
of an open line,
a siren song,
a gift.
~ Tim Burchfield
9/21/17

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• storm courage •

It’s funny how stoic we can become
when we are scared for someone.
I call it, ‘storm courage’,
which, I suppose, I learned
as a little one.
“Worrying won’t accomplish anything,”
I heard myself saying.
“We’ll just have to wait for news,
at this point; until then,
there’s nothing to be done.”
But you do, (worry) anyway,
but inwardly, and don’t let on.
Why do we do that?
Where does it come from?
Maybe we think if we give in to fears,
so readily, at the mere suggestion,
when disasters do come,
that we’ll lose our heads
while in the midst of one.
Or scare the kids with a suggestion,
of a negative outcome.
I’m not sure, it’s a strange phenomenon.
But it’s set in me, now,
like DNA, like a tribal rite,
like a religion,
and, so, as a matter of course,
I pass it along.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/26/17

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• a good day •

If I keep ‘keeping at it’,
and ‘moving forward’, bit by bit,
progress is bound to show.
I work a bit, and rest a bit,
and twice a day, I ‘walk’ the dogs.
I’ve seeded, and weeded,
and mixed mortar and moved stone.
Ideas are swirling in my head,
and I have a plan ‘percolating’,
of how to make something beautiful for someone.
It’s nearly at the ‘surface’.
I can feel it.
It feels like contentment.
It feels like confidence.
A good day, all in all.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/23/17

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