It is not uncommon to misdiagnose our past 

It’s hard to gain any ground

When you confabulate

So in retrospect

You must question what you reflect and communicate

With every decade we ponder

The pros and cons of the emotional inventory spent

The more we regret

The more we lament

Growing pains are the by-product

Of reason and accountability

The price and the rite of passage

In our maturity

It is not uncommon to misdiagnose our past 

The motivation is not lost

But it is the result

When we find out the cost

The wisdom we seek

Will benefit us if we pay attention

Some memories may mislead 

Unless we have proper retention

Experience and practice

May dispel a memory

If one is in question

In our receptivity 

DCG

Just think how now what you can bring? 

Woke up from a dream

With other characters I had in my head

But it made more sense

Of my own life instead

Do dreams, permeate language?

If you carefully observe the dream

What will it tell you about yourself? 

Just exactly what will it mean?

Can you see another perception of yourself?

Can you unlock another door?

Can you reveal another view of yourself?

That you have never seen before?

Can you decode this revelation?

Will you be able to remember?

If you dream in January

Will you know it still by December?

If you commit this to memory

Will you develop it summer, fall, winter and spring?

How are you better yourself?

Just think how now what can you bring?

DCG

Water on tap

Water on tap

Both hot and cold

Turn only the left

It may just scold

In this way

The water flows like the mind

Some thoughts are brutal

Some thoughts are kind

We decide our diet

We decide what we consume

We decide what we bury

We decide what we exhume

A tortured mind

Or a Zen / Taoist Master

Practice peace

Or practice disaster

Most don’t need a therapist

Most don’t need a priest

Maybe just by observation

They can achieve peace

Through meditation or deep contemplation

Maybe a WikiPsalm?

A desire to connect to a source

The hope to liberate us from the qualm

DCG

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

DCG

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