The Fragile Day of Being


The stillness of the clouds
On this silver, dewy morning
Betray the truth I try to grasp,
That I won’t always be here,
We won’t always have the chance
To do what has been calling, persistent,
Pulling at our tender,
Yearning unstill hearts.
I fix my eyes on the clouds’ loose edges,
Willing them to change,
to blur into today’s new sky,
Or break away into new formations,
Remembering childhood mornings on the grass
When we’d look up at the tufts of white
And imagine a new, festive cosmos
Of our own making and desires.
This was when
We were going to grow old together,
When there was no thought of not forever.
My body has not turned on me yet,
My mind still arrows in all the directions,
My heart pulses wild with aches and hope.
Life presents itself through and in me
With a vitality I have everything
To be thankful for, and try to honour
With my whole being.
Yet you are not here,
And my understanding will
One day grow dim,
As I continue to dwell in fear
Of everything that will slip away,
Like the fishing boat vanishing downstream,
And the cloud, that, as I look anew,
Might never have existed at all.
– TS

The Art of Meditation


breathe in –
breathing becomes laboured
snagging and catching before the end
breathe out –
the breath becomes a cry
caught on a gasp of surprise
sit tall –
the spine aches from holding
stories thousands of years old
be soft –
i feel not softness but threadbare fragility in
bone and skin that threaten collapse
i am falling –
but in the falling, an acute awareness
of what i’ve neglected so long
i am restless –
i have within me infinite little pieces
that have been struggling to be heard
i am suffering –
i have awakened to brilliant depths
of what it means to be alive and trying
i am human –
i will ache and burn as i sit with each one of us
feeling a unity in all our pain but also our triumphs
i am learning –
every moment, every breath in, breath out
is a change, a movement, a new leaf born. – TS

A New Day (For You With Love)


for the love
of a perfect new day
i write you
a sweet love song
that the birds will
carry over to you,
or the grasses will
roll your way
like tumbleweed
too excited
about the expansivness
of today’s promises
to keep still,
and all the
while it takes
this song to reach you,
the morning is rising
and everything is
changing and moving
all over again,
and still, our
love remains. – TS

Shadow, a Reminder


Are there words for
feelings that pierce though
And land in a place
that is maybe not
quite ready?
The shadow left behind
Recreates shape
Filling itself
Then disappearing with
The sun, our last
Still …
Birds and insects reach out
And the sound ushers the day
Which is soft
With overhanging leaves
Throwing half light
To the ground
Time spent
The water answers our
Call from below
By catching the sun
Moving ever on. – TS

I Look at the Tree

I look outside
and the tree is still there,
sprouted from the earth,
grounded in being,
melting into the sky.
I turn to the tree.
This time I need
to fix my gaze
on something
that will remain
what it is,
which is a loud
and glorious
celebration of truth,
as the foundations
start crumbling.
Becoming the tree,
I give myself strength
to be, too, who I am,
and have always been,
even as I change,
as all things do. – TS

Anthem of Love.


Because my mind is often set to the tune of movies, whenever the word love pops into my mind, the first definition that flashes before me is from the 1970 tear-jerker-to-end-all tear-jerkers, Love Story.


“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”


I swoon when I hear it and appreciate the sentiment, but I’d qualify this by adding that it’s still nice to say sorry when we really mean it.


Thinking about love more seriously and deeply, my heart extends to these very troubled and unstable times we find ourselves in, when running away from love and surrendering to fear, disgust and blame feels like the easier choice to make. This is exactly why grasping the depths of love becomes more than a noble exercise on the path of spiritual evolution: it amounts to a feat of almost indescribable courage, a form of activism with the potential to lead to the revolution we badly need.


Because love is action.


Love is learning to be love so that we can give and receive love, so that love runs through us all, together.


Love is connection.


Love is feeling afraid and stepping into the fear instead of ignoring it or transferring it to others, via blame.


Love is bravery.


Love is giving love when it feels most difficult.


Love is generosity.


Love is not turning away from catastrophic world conditions, but accepting current realities as they are, and regarding our problems with a sharp, fair, analytical and equanimous mind.


Love is equanimity.


Love is being aware of our personal and collective problems and not giving up or giving in.


Love is awareness.


Love is working with the broken pieces with hope, optimism and inspiration.


Love is strength.


Love is awakening to the love that exists in everyone, no matter how much or how little of it we personally experience.


Love is tolerance.


Love is acknowledging that all voices matter, but wanting to understand in a much deeper way how each and every voice matters uniquely, as individuals and collectives.


Love is diversity.


Love is not holding on too tight to what we love. Love is letting love breathe and letting people be free.


Love is freedom.


Love is first learning and then maintaining the highest levels of respect for our truths, and deeply honoring the truths of others.


Love is knowing.


Love is recognizing that we are the world and the world is us.


Love is unity.


Love is looking at harsh and gruesome realities and asking what we can do to make it better.


Love is determination.


Love is believing that nothing is permanent and that we all carry the seeds and power of transformation.


Love is change.


Love is expanding our awareness of what love can be.


Love is infinite.


Love is listening with your ears and with your heart.


Love is empathy.


Love is throwing your arms around someone whose views you don’t understand, and saying, “Let us talk and try to understand each other.”


Love is understanding.


Love is closing our eyes and feeling love in every breath we take, allowing our selves to breathe love in, breathe love out.


Love is caring.


Love is not shying away from the great privileges and great responsibilities we face as members of the human race.


Love is accountability.


Love is exploring the world’s problems in light of history, without ever forgetting the dignity of each and every being past, present and future.


Love is remembrance.


Love is wanting with everything in us to ease the suffering of all beings.


Love is service.


Love is making the world we want to live in.


Love is making the world with love.