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I try to transmit emotion and meaning through my poems, it’s also important to find meaning in the writing’s of others. In the same way that I read many blogs and either feel an impact or not, I haven’t abandoned books — yet.
I like to keep my poetry gritty and cathartic. Whatever mess is going on in my head, throughout, but mostly at the end of the day, get’s spilled out here; hence the subtitle “Poems at Midnight”.
When I write the darkest, deepest, and most shockingly obscene poetic vignettes before I slumber, I have better dreams at night. Occasionally, I’d like to offer something inspirational. There isn’t a huge demand for inspirational blogs, there are enough. Facebook, too, is littered with photos and captions to a sickeningly optimistic level.
Here is an inspirational excerpt from the book A Path With Heart :
”I was called to visit a man in a San Francisco hospital by his sister. He was in his late thirties and already rich. He had a construction company, a sailboat, a ranch, a town house, the works. One day when driving along in his BMW, he blacked out. Tests showed that he had a brain tumor, a melanoma, a rapid-growing type of cancer. The doctor said, “We want to operate on you, but I must warn you that the tumor is in the speech and comprehension center. If we remove the tumor, you may lose all ability to read, to write, to speak, to understand any language. If we don’t operate, you probably have six more weeks to live. Please consider this. We want to operate in the morning. Let us know by then.
I visited this man that evening. He had become very quiet and reflective. As you can imagine, he was in an extraordinary state of consciousness. Such an awakening will sometimes come from our spiritual practice, but for him it came through these exceptional circumstances. When we spoke, this man did not talk about his ranch or sailboat or his money. Where he was headed, they don’t take the currency of bank-books and BMWs. All that is valuable in times of great change is the currency of our heart—the ability and understandings of the heart that have grown within us.
Twenty years before, in the late 1960s, this man had done a little Zen meditation, had read a bit of Alan Watts, and when he faced this moment, that is what he drew on and what he wanted to talk about: his spiritual life and understanding of birth and death. After a most heartfelt conversation, he stopped to be silent for a time and reflect. The he turned to me and said, “I’ve had enough of talking. Maybe I’ve said too many words. This evening it seems so precious just to have a drink of tap water or to watch the pigeons on the windowsill of the medical center fly off through the air. I’m not finished with this life. Maybe I’ll just live it more silently.” So he asked to have the operation. After fourteen hours of surgery by a fine surgeon, his sister visited him in the recovery room. He looked up at her and said, “Good morning.”
(Kornfield, 1993, p.16-17)
Kornfield, J. (1993). A path with heart: A guide through the perils and promises of spiritual life. New York, NY: Bantom Books
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