SEASONS CHANGE

I am sitting here in a wild Florida summer monsoon storm: rain, thunder and lightning.  You will probably hear the sounds of the storm and this is a perfect backdrop for the idea that nothing physical is permanent and that everything - almost everything - is changing every moment.
You will hear poems about how technology, time and nature change AND we can create our own unique future.

Transcript

SEASONS CHANGE

CONTACT CONTACT

Can you hear me.

No-one answers

The number you have dialed is not in service

the email is undeliverable.

My contact list is full of history

old clients, dead relatives

past acquaintances 

chance meetings forgotten.

Some it’s easy to delete

some I hang onto

still remembering them fondly.

Ok, it is time to move forward

to accept that life has moved on.

I have moved on

and, like old clothes,

empty the closet. 

refresh my wardrobe

Time to clean up 

refresh my contact list.

Be here now

Siri put clean up time

in the calendar 

Alexa, play something new.

PAPER CLIPS

Everything has changed

my boxes of paper clips

shiny metal

bulldogs

multi-colored

multi- shaped

are waiting, hoping

to be used again.

the world has changed.

paper piles gone

now email chains.

Docu-sign and pdfs.

Checks replaced 

ETFs, paypal, bill pay.

getting anywhere the next day.

What to do with my clips?

bracelets and necklaces

pick locks and change SIM cards

hang clothes

replace buttons

fix zippers.

Maybe just more to the dump.

Saturday Morning

Pink puffy clouds

Mirror pond

Baby alligator

Floating frog.

Minutes later all has changed.

So goes life,

A feeling here now

Another jumps in,

A mosquito lands. 

Slap - in time,

Next one lands

Too late

Blood is drawn.

The mailman comes

The box is filled,

The box is emptied

A never ending stream of paper

Recycle now swallows

most of it.

The doves search the grass

for scattered seeds.

It's all transient, transitional, transactional

A neighbor dies, reminding us all

Even the body is a transition

Time passes, everything changes

Grows, shrinks, dies.

Even memories and thoughts

Today is tax day,

Tomorrow is what day?

Zappos delivered

Swanson ordered

The flow continues.

Time to stop

Let all that pass

even the Roland Garros final 

was without RAFA.

Focus on the stillness

Between the breaths

While the iPhone updates

Does nothing stop?

Breathe, breathe

Sit still

Be alone

With your own Self.

MOVING TOWARDS THE NEW FUTURE

We can try and run away 

from something unpleasant

from something unknown

that hangs in the air of the mind.

Yet in the true quietness 

in the golden heart 

waiting to be revealed and followed

is our unique role in this world.

Our dharma and duty

that if we don't find and follow 

will leave us forever incomplete 

forever unfulfilled 

and keep us from the goal

of human life to live in the true love

To live in the heart’s wisdom

To be fully present in every moment

To follow the music of the universe

To its source.

The source that lives in everyone

In every living creature

In every growing plant

That explodes into 1,000 Suns

and holds the universe

In its embrace.

So it's time to stop running

And honor the time and place

Where you find yourself now

As truly perfect

resting in the one heart of all

In the quietness, in the peace

Discovering your special gift for the world

Your unique place and role

Your Dharma, your duty, your path

forward 

into the future 

you alone create.

SWEET SURPRISE

The box arrives from Miami

the sweet aroma of ripening mangoes.

Friendship delivered by mail

that will be savored for days,

Sweet juices dripping from lips,

the soft fibrous bright orange fruit

is sucked off the giant seed.

Delicious, and delightful

the joy of nature’s bounty.

reminds us of the joys of friendship.

Thank you J & G!!

©MartinStrasmore2021