Being mindful in the present

It’s funny when you remember

Mistakes that you have made

Moments with your past loved ones

As time moves on they usually fade

But sometimes in a dream

The mind will reflect

Reviewing the old memories

You now seem to neglect

Awaking to what is here and now

Can benefit you greatly

Being mindful in the present

We can extinguish “What have you done for me lately?”

DCG

If indeed we can?

You cannot bargain with truth

There is no negotiation

Only what is

No sophist pseudo-narration

Too many people are lost in words

Our language begets confusion

The argument now before them

Seduces their conclusion

Chuang Tzu from a butterfly

Awakening from a dream

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man

What can we really say?

If indeed we can?

DCG

Given to our inner voice

If you are depressed you are living in the past.
If you are anxious you are living in the future.
If you are at peace you are living in the present.

Lao Tzu

Where do we focus our attention?

Events that happen in the past?

Not attending to the moment

Reliving something we cannot change leaves us aghast

To try and predict the future

Always in a state of suspense

A misguided focus

Always living in self-defense

To live in the now

As there is no other choice

Releases our only freedom

Given to our inner voice

DCG

Life is too precious

I embrace the joy

When I see the things line up in place

Time spent together

Sharing the world as I look upon your face

Knowing there is no expectation

Knowing only these feelings that stand

Part of the uncertainty

Is built into the hand

I don’t rely on criticisms

They only detract from the moment

One can spend a lifetime

To that which is unspoken

That which is meaningful

Is better when it is said

Never leave the heart unopened

Never leave it only in your head

Life is too precious

Rejoice in what life can offer

Too many of us never act

We leave it in an unused coffer

DCG

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

My Johari window is open for me to see

A glimpse of my reality

What are the chances I will change how I’ll be?

It’s hard to perceive your self correctly

In the shadow of your own ego

The defenses we erect to protect us

Are hidden deep and will seldom ever show

Personal objectivity is a utopian concept

Yet it is still a celebrated goal

It takes great effort and great discipline

For us to master the soul

The commoner or the sage

All have fortuitous opportunities

Align with what you value

Align with no disunities

Authenticity carries heavy weight

How we act is subject to review

To improve upon your character

Is clearly something we should pursue

In the eyes of the Ignorant

Many truths and many lies

Are likely to be told

In the eyes of the ignorant

They are unlikely to behold

The filters of our attention

One may often dismiss

As a moment will present itself

That one may surely miss

Think not of our ability

When we lie down to sleep

As the body rests

The mind will often reap

The many opportunities

That we have to sus out

In the eyes of the ignorant

How many are cast about?

There will come a time

That one must decide

How will we go forward?

In which direction will we stride?

If they are present

If they can learn

In the eyes of the ignorant

Only then will they discern

DCG

 

Be You of Conscious Mind

The moment before

You drift off to sleep

A memory comes to you

One that is buried deep

Memories often populate

And integrate with your dreams

Leaving with you a communiqué

To unravel the schemes

The mind has a way

To process the unrest

Perpetuating those feelings

You may have suppressed

A subconscious attempt

To resolve any dissonance

A conscious mindfulness

The conscription of imminence

Be you of conscious mind

Be you one to search your soul

I present to you

Our cognitive tool for quality control

DCG

Or is it just Possible

Where is the accountability

If you think you have done no wrong?

Is it better to ignore our input rather than our need to belong?

Perhaps I beleaguer

Over the inconsequential?

Perhaps I easily consign to the mere existential?

Or is it just possible

I may wake and become a better me?

Manifesting a vast potential

If and only if I allow myself to see?

DCG

The Distributive Law of Generosity


What is it about ourselves that we often don’t see?

hidden agendas, what motivates us?

Silently acting out?

What relegates us?

Humble is the soul

Looking deep into their reflection

Courageous is the soul

That discards their faulty perception

Intention is the mechanism

It defines the purity of the goal

Without accountability

A victim of circumstance exacts a toll

The faux pas’  of social interaction

Go undetected yet we conscript values as wares

At times we know what we are doing

At times we often do not care

The distributive law of generosity

The kindness shown in our hearts

Translates into action

That mends us together or tears us apart

What is it about ourselves that we often do not see?

A human realm of indecision

The moral questions of our humanity

We muddy the waters with no intellectual oversight

This duty to ensure our success

Lies not in the hands of another

But in our minds and this I do not contest

Harmony requires cooperation

Empathy a teacher of equal means

Reciprocity is seldom employed

A deliverance of suffering foreseen


DCG

The Camouflage of Ego


The stories in my life

We reminisce driving down memory lane

The house we grew up in

Sometimes causes me bane

King of the neighborhood

I command all that I survey

Once smoked pot at that guys house

Once had a girl in that one and got laid

We measure looking backwards on how we might have been

Nostalgia distorts reality

Think you have a perfect memory

Bet some friends will disagree

Funny how we paint

With broad strokes on our canvass

Memories that are more forgiving

Selecting ones that take fewer chances

So we continue to repeat

This remembrance now faded

Pointing to the parts

That we’ve embellished and paraded

This process we use

On how we express

Accurate or not

It’s not really what we’ve done, but rather how we confess

Master and commander

Our pride on sentry

Telling our tales

In line with our gentry

Talk it up kids

Tell us of those deeds

The camouflage of ego

Will rarely ever concede

DCG