Cafe Siena

Click here This is a video poem I made. The beautiful title track is from the album, "Ice Castle," by KIRSTY HAWKSHAW Enjoy. In Sight I sit as I’ve been taught By the enlightened ones Searching for the naked truth It's been a long road With many miles already traveled And many more to come Will I ever see beyond the veil? Not just a glimpse precious peace? My mind's always a-chatter Mired in hopes and fears Fixed on dreams and desires Grasping the past As much as the future And then there's that grind The dissolution Of my body and brain The gray hair turning grayer The need for more and more sleep Sickness and death Just around the corner Yet they teach of a freedom How do I get it? The answer's in my mind somewhere Beyond what I normally see I am told I just have to look Observe the myriad displays All fresh and new As if I were a newborn baby Or my Calico kitty The calm does come Like from walking in the deep forest Or viewing a meandering stream And when I feel it It's like coming home to eat a warm dinner And rest with my loved one And yet it all comes back Like a Caribbean storm The need to be permeated By beauty and fortune Praise and recognition The need to be jealous And angry I don't want any of that Not really But surely I cannot live without my mind The only way to get rid of the pain Is to get rid of my mind And so I return to the forest And stand beneath a lone Pine Its magnificence so apparent Gentle strength cradles me Standing below soft green needles Shimmering in the breeze I don't think it worries about fulfilling its destiny. It already IS And then as if by magic There's no separation Between me and the tree I become this tree Yes The tree is me I'm clear Wow Words can't describe this. And the very next moment I think of sushi and beer I have a place where I was born I'm from Kitimat, British Columbia My last name is Hungarian My mother is a Schubert from Austria I’m married to someone so near and dear to me I have places to see and things to do I want to be an artist Better yet A craftsman No matter how long it takes I'm all of this too Of this I have no doubt And so it is a delicate balancing act A melding of thinking mind and awareness Like the ever transmuting clouds above Dancing with the infinite sky beyond As lovers feasting on each other They are one The trick is and it's a big trick I must always concentrate Not so much on the clouds So as Not to miss out on all that heavenly glory So they tell me. Copyright © shoutingbluetiger 2009