Ranch Poem – “Soothing Suffering”


5/16/2012

“Soothing Suffering”

Sit down in this familiar, boundless tub
and soak and scrub
in a bath of mindfulness.
Undo these knots of despair
but don’t ignore your pains
as if they weren’t there.
Open circulation to the mind,
release this tension that binds
these poisons to our lives.
You don’t have to worry
about the tap getting cold.
Transformation is happening.
Loosen sorrow’s hold,
something will change.
Look no further for treatment
greet your internal relief
generating careful energies
as you breathe.
Our massage of understanding,
Soothing suffering.

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “set you high, or bring you down”

6/14/06

“set you high, or bring you down”

sometimes I sit around and wear out my eyes
figuratively exposing this blinding life
for what it will and what it should lead to.
b-sides of this awesome group of bards
reaching out with angst, reaching out far

but this strange feeling in my core
will be tapped forevermore, when I concentrate
and reclaim my grasp from a later date
this people will become sensitive to sensitivity
and the irony will play out, to you, you, and me

if only a trip was safe
if only brain loss and traffic didn’t exist
then so many lives would never erase
themselves and leave us with the rest of this

so, my lovers and friends alike
teach yourself over again, and decide what’s the right
place to settle down, and doctrine to follow around.
hear wisdom from an old man’s voice
but understand that it holds all his life’s choice
and can set you high, or bring you down

RwmG

Ranch Poem- “The Soloist”

3/10/12

The Soloist

Teary-eyed on jail pay phone
trying to be strong
to be positive
in the distorted face of
incarceration
A year of searching
the existential cracks of
one’s saddened heart
for belief in a life
that exists in memory
and in hopeful plans
Pains untreated
Smiles depleted
Family, friends, love
Despite the suffering
these are noble desires
that tear asunder
the soloist
standing alone among strangers
swirling lost and chained
tearing layers from lips
with sore teeth
wondering to no avail
about “them”
and what they really think
about me
Are they already afraid?
How will they know me?
Am I changed?
Taken down a peg
Joining the disadvantaged
Waving goodbye to old habits,
evil deeds, and invincibility
But what about what made me happy?
Will I have to wait much longer
to know them once again?
Wireless outernet disconnection
Dubstep in commercials taunting
convict conversation reruns
This isn’t quite me sometimes
with the constricted choices
trying to pick the middle way
fighting unsatisfactoryness
Jail sangha somehow tough
Is this the base camp for the summit?
Springing forward tenderly
December’s twenty-first
Who, what, when, where, why, how
will I be?

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “This way, That way”

2/10/07

This way, That way

I see the way when I close my eyes.
That red, blue, and green starry sky.
A search for life’s bounty and the headwaters of grace.

I see the way when I think of death.
The billowing the covering of it.
As it pours from Fate’s flame.

I see the way when we ride.
In and out, near and far, the right lane.
The right path on another fossil fuel journey.

I see the way when your eyes tear up.
The wetness from all the mess they left us.
And in the involuntary way your face contracts.

I see the way right here playing loud.
The same way generations were defined.
The way vibrations can impact the soul.

I see the way but never expected to see it.
The direction that changed. The change of change.
And now that I know, I always will.

I see the way in a crowded club, the nexus between.
How she swings that backside side to side.
And how a suit and an addict can dance the same dance.

I see the way outside just yesterday.
The constant movement. The rush.
I see it then, next week, tomorrow and today.

I see it this way.
Some people are so ashamed.
Others are so damn mad.
Some people are sane.
Others just got it bad.
Some people cry and weep.
Others play it safe.
Some people take a leap.
Others live as fakes.
Some people play music.
Others shoot craps.
Some people are here.
Others never were.
Some people fear.
Others got the nerve.
I see it that way.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Mother Ganges”

2007

“Mother Ganges”

As I merged with the river,
I separated from all the unknown.
Soaked with the inner mirror
my being had shown.

An infection may maim,
while the body suffers and pains.
The self still strives upward,
your mind never falls lame.

I seek liberation from the bad and the good,
because a forest fire is still fueled by wood.
To experience the ultimate, ten-fold.
The ground beneath my feet on an eternal stroll.

A witness to a mighty gust of wind, a slow burning flame,
the passing of friends, a newborn named.
The role of all lifetimes submerged into her waves.
To search. To never find a poison that saves.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Féinics”

3/2/16

Féinics

She is a Woman.
She is going to make a difference.
She will meet every goal and always create new ones.
She put in the hard work early, did her research,
and won’t be held back by immature thinking or insecurity.
She is grabbing hold of the new opportunity for women,
while representing in a way that will encourage further progress towards equality.
She is capable of anything when she is determined.
She won’t let social norms or pop culture or anyone tell her how she is supposed to think or feel.
She is a responsible healer exploring the cures and techniques from any hemisphere.
She will act with love towards everyone no matter what.
She knows she could not have found wisdom without the mistakes along the way.
She will live where the weather suits her and will travel to share space with the ones she loves.
She will not be a possession but won’t isolate herself.
She will bring people together and be a leader
who will guide them and lift them up with unbridled compassion.
She will always understand and cultivate her mind and body.
She will love the world unconditionally.
She will love other people unconditionally.
She will love herself unconditionally.
She will rise from every fire anew.
Like the féinics, she will rise.

RwmG

 

Ranch Poem – “Love Got Lasik”

Artwork by Randal Roberts

1/18/16

Love Got Lasik

It was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

I put those blinders on
to keep some old way intact
Beast of habit be gone
please don’t fucking look back

I lost a friend, much more than
I searched by her soul’s light
My fear fell away in the wind
but that ache grew greater at night

It was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

Didn’t see the luck and fortune of you
I was a gambler playing with time
Too content with some stubborn truths
A clairvoyant ignoring the signs

Darlin’ this was no easy procedure
Peeling back the hardened past
to reveal one thing that could be sure:
I’d change anything to make it last

We didn’t belong in the dark
I see your light and I’m ready to face it
I was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Vertigo”

4/2008

Vertigo

Fuck the quick-fix, the blood
payment. The humping dog can’t
be partial. My body won’t decay,
I’m invincible! If I don’t worry,
then it’s no worry.
What stupidity–
yet to be annihilated or beloved.
Colorless breaths froth and
trickling down my cortex
are keen echoes.

Blue sky. Orange storm imminent.
But oh! What a fibber!
I try to imitate its brightness
and night
trips on its face
right in front
of my knees.
“Japanese
or Chinese green tea?”
And here
I am blowing my brains out!

If Spring was a man
I’d make it prepare
an itinerary. A girl near me
is certain of her “screwed up
head.” East meets West.

RwmG