Sunday, July 29, 2012
Theodore Roosevelt Quote
We the willing led by the knowing are doing the impossible
for the ungrateful, we have done so much, for so long, with so little,
we are qualified now to do anything with nothing. ~ Theodore Roosevelt
future rings brightly, colored in taffeta ribbons
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
who needs dreams when this morning unwraps itself
in thunder, birds singing more softly, racing for cover
cats sleeping in, with the darkened sky---everything
is hushed, hushed, hushed, enclosed inside
a huge safe crystal dome of loveliness
my future rings brightly, colored in taffeta ribbons
making plain muslin curtains regal--waving in the breezes
of a still dark and warm morning, rumbling as she pleases
reds are worn at dusk on beach, for children to be seen
and heard shrieking with a pleasure only felt
in summer's late day sun, when lemons make tart
alongside iced tea's sweetness; when running almost naked
allows us to feel the cooling air, and hear more clearly
the receding tide, pulling pebbles from the beach
and gently scooping sand, as we used to do
flinging the new found pebbles further out in dark waters of mystery
wondering if pen pals in china will get to grasp these stones, to see
how we live on an island surrounded by water, within a hop skip and a jump
into manhattan sky scrapers; sky is wishing to fly
away from all the scraping-- buildings are not meant
to be higher than the tallest giant
sky is meant to feel her oats, and dance- as she swirls
away from what is familiar to her sunlit eyes, while
plunging into unknown waters, discovering local pies
of boysenberries and apricot, freshly baked
off the coast of clinking chinook dreams-with what is known
to be, just perfectly sweet--- living within her means
Kate Lamberg
7.26.12
-Eleanor Roosevelt
who needs dreams when this morning unwraps itself
in thunder, birds singing more softly, racing for cover
cats sleeping in, with the darkened sky---everything
is hushed, hushed, hushed, enclosed inside
a huge safe crystal dome of loveliness
my future rings brightly, colored in taffeta ribbons
making plain muslin curtains regal--waving in the breezes
of a still dark and warm morning, rumbling as she pleases
reds are worn at dusk on beach, for children to be seen
and heard shrieking with a pleasure only felt
in summer's late day sun, when lemons make tart
alongside iced tea's sweetness; when running almost naked
allows us to feel the cooling air, and hear more clearly
the receding tide, pulling pebbles from the beach
and gently scooping sand, as we used to do
flinging the new found pebbles further out in dark waters of mystery
wondering if pen pals in china will get to grasp these stones, to see
how we live on an island surrounded by water, within a hop skip and a jump
into manhattan sky scrapers; sky is wishing to fly
away from all the scraping-- buildings are not meant
to be higher than the tallest giant
sky is meant to feel her oats, and dance- as she swirls
away from what is familiar to her sunlit eyes, while
plunging into unknown waters, discovering local pies
of boysenberries and apricot, freshly baked
off the coast of clinking chinook dreams-with what is known
to be, just perfectly sweet--- living within her means
Kate Lamberg
7.26.12
when the dream rings in the buddha hall
when the dream rings in the buddha hall
we shall know we are awake
to this moment of breath--beginning
to rise from our bellies, believing
all thoughts learned are unnecessary
as honouring each moment resonates
in the perfection of all that is
being beauty, loving love
peaceful peace drumming
years of yearning turning into rain
clouds, pouring--all that we know
is what we can let go of
sailing onto Bethlehem
allowing the birth to carry
a tune of ancient starfish
ferries bringing cherries
to the mainland---soul's pure land
leaving the powdered bones
behind, we worship
palms together, creating
warmth to light up the world
Kate Lamberg
we shall know we are awake
to this moment of breath--beginning
to rise from our bellies, believing
all thoughts learned are unnecessary
as honouring each moment resonates
in the perfection of all that is
being beauty, loving love
peaceful peace drumming
years of yearning turning into rain
clouds, pouring--all that we know
is what we can let go of
sailing onto Bethlehem
allowing the birth to carry
a tune of ancient starfish
ferries bringing cherries
to the mainland---soul's pure land
leaving the powdered bones
behind, we worship
palms together, creating
warmth to light up the world
Kate Lamberg
no bargaining in love
With love you cannot bargain:
there, the choice is not yours
only your essence, if you have the courage
to look in its face."
~ Rumi
as the cherry tree
blooms just once in late april
love comes on its own
Kate Lamberg
7/28/12
there, the choice is not yours
only your essence, if you have the courage
to look in its face."
~ Rumi
as the cherry tree
blooms just once in late april
love comes on its own
Kate Lamberg
7/28/12
clear warm rain falling
clear warm rain falling
upon the earth- nourishing
the soil, blossoms grow
with more beauty than
she will ever know- letting
the pent up clouds go
we are the beauty
walking westward, stopping to
smell the wild roses
white hydrangea lace
dresses up the bone china
overflowing grace
black eyed sues make plans
winking in yellow and black
becoming centered
Kate Lamberg
7/27/12
upon the earth- nourishing
the soil, blossoms grow
with more beauty than
she will ever know- letting
the pent up clouds go
we are the beauty
walking westward, stopping to
smell the wild roses
white hydrangea lace
dresses up the bone china
overflowing grace
black eyed sues make plans
winking in yellow and black
becoming centered
Kate Lamberg
7/27/12
Friday, July 20, 2012
keep your eyes clean
"Keep your eyes clean and your ears quiet and your mind serene. Breathe God's air. Work, if you can, under His sky."
~Thomas Merton
whether it be by
tears or rain, we must allow
our coiled emotions
like snakes in the grass
to uncoil, and to leap out
refreshing the day
tall summer grasses
bespeak cool safety and shade
risk your life just once
for the pure freedom
known leaping and being still:
quiet, like just now
after a cool rain
where rolling green hills stand still
drinking it all in
Kate Lamberg
7.20.12
~Thomas Merton
whether it be by
tears or rain, we must allow
our coiled emotions
like snakes in the grass
to uncoil, and to leap out
refreshing the day
tall summer grasses
bespeak cool safety and shade
risk your life just once
for the pure freedom
known leaping and being still:
quiet, like just now
after a cool rain
where rolling green hills stand still
drinking it all in
Kate Lamberg
7.20.12
Thursday, July 19, 2012
dharani
dharani, you flow
into a dream; someone is
telling me to rise,
to own my dharma,
change my name- to resonate
with my newly found
sensibility:
feet on the ground, skull skyward,
with soft eyelit wings
Kate Lamberg
7/5/12
A dhāraṇī (Sanskrit: धारणी; Sinhala: ධරණී; traditional Chinese: 陀羅尼; pinyin: tuóluóní; Japanese: 陀羅尼 darani; Tibetan: གཟུངས་ gzungs) is a type of ritual speech similar to a mantra.
A Guided Meditation
Find a quiet still place to sit on a cushion or chair, where you know you can be undisturbed for 15-20 minutes.
Breathe all the earth energies up the bottom of your feet, and allow the light to spill down your crown chakra...filling up your entire body with radiant beautiful light.
Now let the earth energies course up your legs..and meet up with the light energies, around your tummy area..Watch the earth energies growing up and the light energies swirling down and around...let the colors come to you...and watch the dance...the intermingling of light and earth.
Feel the pulse of mother earth...if you have thoughts, neither push them away or encourage them to stay..just watch...Focus on the breath when the thoughts are too overpowering...
Say out loud or to yourself: In the center of all light I am..Nothing can harm me here.
I have absolute faith that the all wise spirit of god within me shall guide me through...(fill in anything here you wish clarity or something you need, like abundance, more love...)..
Sit quietly, and just watch/feel the energy.
May everyone have a blessed beautiful day!!
Namaste'.. The highest in me honors the highest in you!
Daranikate
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
ten sailboats resting~a tanka
ten sailboats resting
as sun spills cantaloupe light
on still glass harbour
swirls of clouds embrace the sun
as she dives, that fearless one
Kate Lamberg
as sun spills cantaloupe light
on still glass harbour
swirls of clouds embrace the sun
as she dives, that fearless one
Kate Lamberg
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
stepping out into the early evening
stepping out into the early evening
pale golden moon pressed up against
a black and blue sky- clouds and sun
have escaped the harshness of day
we walk down paths that cradle our feet
at times when heat both heals and hurts;
when wind changes directions within the skin
of our teeth--a cool redeeming north wind
shins ache from too much flip flop walking
our skin ready to do a snake peel, revealing
all the angst, settling for authentic living, we leave
our snakeskin sari on the peg by the door
imploring the spirits, who witness the wind
to begin again; negligence has a price-
purveying fine wines, pate's, rose';
what's important can never fly out
between fingers, hands flung, mimicking
how chickens dance- making friends
with those barn owls, so solemn
and the ancient pine planks called home
stepping out into the blackened evening sky
free of uncertainty, wearing out 'the why'
as this wind's new direction serves to gently quell
a knot unraveled, touching moonstone's tender shell
Kate Lamberg
pale golden moon pressed up against
a black and blue sky- clouds and sun
have escaped the harshness of day
we walk down paths that cradle our feet
at times when heat both heals and hurts;
when wind changes directions within the skin
of our teeth--a cool redeeming north wind
shins ache from too much flip flop walking
our skin ready to do a snake peel, revealing
all the angst, settling for authentic living, we leave
our snakeskin sari on the peg by the door
imploring the spirits, who witness the wind
to begin again; negligence has a price-
purveying fine wines, pate's, rose';
what's important can never fly out
between fingers, hands flung, mimicking
how chickens dance- making friends
with those barn owls, so solemn
and the ancient pine planks called home
stepping out into the blackened evening sky
free of uncertainty, wearing out 'the why'
as this wind's new direction serves to gently quell
a knot unraveled, touching moonstone's tender shell
Kate Lamberg