Reflections On This New Year’s Eve

Reflections are only images lost in time, so take one last moment of 2016 and reflect… breathe in and let it go. We don’t wish to save that which has not served us in 2016 or any other era. We each have that which we regret, please no more regrets, let it go you have no way of changing it now.

Look to the future, let the sweetness of days past provide the pallet for the life you wish to live now. Each moment spent in the past robs you of the moment in your present and will prevent you from creating moments in your future.

Love deeply, and truly, there is no greater gift you can give yourself or the Universe. Love is available to us all, open your heart, allow it to happen for you. It is never too late, breathe in and let the magic begin.

You have no idea how many moments you will be given in this life, to waste but one is a travesty. I enter 2017 with a different mindset than the one the ushered in this year. I believe that what I dream tonight will manifest tomorrow and all the tomorrows that are to follow. I will not be living for some future moment in time but for the one I am immersed in right now. It is what matters, it is what I can hold and when it is gone I will breathe in and let it go.

2017 I am ready for you… I leave my tears in 2016 and I await the magic that will come. For tonight I believe that each moment I am here is a gift not to be squandered frivolously. So I breathe in and now I let it go… join your brothers and sisters in the continuum of time for I have no use of what was…I am too busy living NOW.

JFK in the last moments of 2016

Wise Words

I ran across an article, titled “Wise Words” written by Matthew Bauman in AOPA Flight Training Magazine with a great introduction that not only relates to pilots.

I rewrite the article introduction for the Yogi, but these wise words are for anyone in any walk of life.


The wisest advice for any successful Yogi is twofold: Do the simple things well, and maintain your humility.

We are all human and therefore prone to mistakes. Acknowledge this and accept it, but remain vigilant.

Be aware that there will always be someone more skillful or knowledgeable than you.

Maintaining our humility allows us to pass on what we have learned, as well as to recognize our shortcomings and seek improvement.

Humility makes us better individuals.

Those who embraced this concept are remembered for their integrity and great achievements, and the ones who ignored it are remembered for their downfall.

Fortunately, there are some very wise Yogis who remember where they started—in the same place as many of you are today—and enthusiastically mentor the next generation.

Seek them out and your potential is endless.

It Will Always Be Thanksgiving Day

Gaze upon the table set to perfection; with silent prayer the chairs I count,
A tear upon my cheek for you were not there.

The wine I poured forth, a glass I raise to you, and in simple words know: I miss you.

Let not the dust settle too long, and the past tarnish the new day,
In serenity I sit here amidst the finery that I would give away.

Forgive me; for the words could not profess, not in grandeur or simplicity how your presence changed the world for me.

All that I have, I would give to you and yet I knew that our paths diverged that day
…may you find your way, happiness along your journey,
Let peace wash over your heart like cinnamon cream upon cocoa.

Always I shall set a place for you;
A smile you bring to my lips and a warmth to my heart,
So if you should find yourself back this way know that it will always be Thanksgiving Day.


The Reconciliation of Alternate Realities

We let life drift to the mundane; so that it becomes the bar by which we set the standard of our achievements. The motions come one after the next, no thought, but a mechanical meandering through our days. It is only when the world appears to go mad that we take notice and our hearts sink in despair of the reality which we have created through our apathy and neglect. In the stark light of a cold dawn we realize that we left behind humanity in the fight for survival and knowing what was right was supplanted by justifiable rage, conclusions based on an inaccurate perception of an alternate reality generated by the constructs of our technology.
Did we lose our minds collectively or was it a slow decent along the dark winding path that became so narrow we could not turn and find our way back? The walls closing in that gave us security in the confines of our mind’s landscape a fantastical reckoning of our imaginings. We closed our ears to the droning of the warning bell, a communal cry of discontent somehow silenced in the endless night of wandering.
Endless sacrifice for another is not the answer, self-gratification to the exclusion of our connected bond in humanity leads again to a path of unsustainability. Today our faces are two-dimensionally projected through a stream of endless electrons but the softness of voice, the warm tear upon a cheek and the muted cry from the heart are hollow upon my screen. In a false show of compassion we connect but it is measured in the milli-second and the universe the lightyear how do we normalize this disparity.
In a moment the impossible was, the improbable became the statistical reality and I stood amongst you and found my tears reflected in the endless faces of a sea of humanity that must find its way in their shared reality. And with renewed wonder, a sense that to “know” is a very personal expression of an incomplete equation and that maybe its final expression should be played on a larger stage, accompanied by a choir of universal anomalies and manifest through the light of hope in our shared destinies.
It is a reconciliation of alternate realities that I seek, to understand how they coexist and share the same spacetime within the coordinates of my existence. Future an idealistic place which cannot share my present but I seek to decouple from the constraints of the amorphous society that binds them cruelly. My past obscured by the wall of blinding emotion; time the cleansing lens carried on the solar winds of change for tomorrow’s hopes are the very currents and eddies of entropy. Yet as I gaze into the future; the reflections of the waveforms colliding endlessly, and in it for just a moment I see… the reality… as it is engulfed by the stardust of eternity.


The Spell Is Broken

The Spell Is Broken
The spell is broken, the sand seeps from the hourglass.
A clock ticks mindlessly on a midsummer day.
Wishes lost to a sea of history and sage advice fallen from grace.
When this my breath I follow to find peace at last.
Would not but you that I hold dear, a tear upon the cheek.
An apparition that once was reality forms in the mind.
Too real to be a ghost, opaque in its manifestation.
Lost but captured upon the page and set to melody.
Were not those the sweetest of memories?


Tether My Soul

Let the light shine through; in muted fractured slivers; illuminations of me in the reflection of you.

Imprint your mind upon my soul and create a golden tether to bind against the solar winds;

For distance is now not spatial but temporal that separates.

Moments caught in amber glass and lived for eternity; the tendrils of plasma that extend from the heart and bind the soul in history.

Events like moving pictures in disarray; scattered by the diffraction of the Milky Way; bursts forth in a kaleidoscope of color, light made manifest.

Of bridges between galaxies emotion the creation of our tendency; I call forth in harmony tether your soul to me.

Gaze through the dark prism from time before time to a point of generation; it was always you that cast forth the line in the inky dark matter of the universe; magnetic forces of inverse proportionality.

Tether my soul to yours, electrons streaming to infinity; neural pathways conjoined a universal spirituality.

A union within our minds; complementary wavelengths of sound and color mixing to perfection against the stark night sky; silver to gold entwine; the soul to find.

Lifetimes lived one to the next, a melding of emerging timelines woven in a pattern of cosmic unity.

Let not the energies dissipate an obliteration of you or me; find commonality; release creativity; join and tether to me.

Traverse infinity; release conceptuality; embrace unlimited possibility; forever I have tethered your soul to me.




It is sometimes the fire within the heart that blazes strong enough to give us strength to survive that which we do not feel is survivable.

Draw your strength from those who surround you, leave your troubles at their feet for they will pick them up and carry them for a while.

Lay your head upon the shoulder of a friend for some days it is easier for them to find strength for you than for themselves.

Know that they are there even when your grief veils you in the gray January morn; they see you and are there when you fall.

Strength is the lightness of the air at the top of the mountain, the granite we tread under foot, but always it is found in the touch upon your soul from the ones who love you most.

Lay your head in their hands, cry the tears of despair; for know as the dawn breaks the light is just the faceted reflections of the eternal spirits from above.

Turn now your face to the east, let the golden hues wash over you, let my soul take your pain, let my heart carry your burden and let your despair wash over me, for I can carry this for you today and tomorrow you can do the same for me.



Would but I could convey from my heart that which is most dear. The thought of you any moment of the day for it is your existence that provides my very life breath. When in despair you firmly take my hand and lead me back onto the path. If I should balk or resist you stand steadfast awaiting consciousness to return.
It is the very essence of your being that propels me on. For there are days that the mountains are too high, my will dissipates and my resolve crumbles like iron too long weathered. I find myself tossed about like the leaf in the wind, you gently capture my soul and keep it safe until I can find my way to safe harbor.
Your words may sting from time to time, like antiseptic upon the wound, for mine own good you say, the hurt within the heart is but momentary as it is replaced with your love. The action perceived from clouded eyes is a misrepresentation just as is the shadow cast at twilight. Where I find demons and ghosts none exist for the light plays tricks upon my mind, the brightness of day like your smile always clears the gloom.
We humans accidentally hurt those we love the most, for our bonds are strong and they bring down the walls of ice and stone, leaving them in rubble at our feet to expose the fragility of our truest nature. It is that which the friend cradles close to the breast and shelters from the harsh realities. Though we cannot see for our own pain, the cruelty of our words and actions can wound but in the love of the friendship find healing that is no less than divine.
Vulnerable in moments of despair, pain exuded from us as though from the very gates of hell. Unleashed in a fury which only a friend can combat and repel. As we lay in a heap, spent from that which tortures us, the balm of their love surrounds us, normalizes our world and renews our faith in humanity which we all but lost.
Oh but friend, without you my world becomes ash, my thoughts scattered like atoms in the cosmic wind and my soul directionless. I beseech you to forgive my inconsistent nature, to look upon me with kind and gentle eyes, for I am lost in the wilderness of indecision and your guidance I seek. This day I call upon you, some future moment the honor to hold you fast shall be mine and I will not shirk such a great responsibility for your love is all that I seek and in this I shall not waiver.


The Dance We Call Life

Time is but the convenient measure of the bond that strengthens through shared experiences. Moments which try the patience of the fragile form in which we survive; held together by the unseen force of emotion so rarely spoken. It is the silence of the moment; the words that hang between and somehow are understood by the soul without the vibration escaping the lips.
As we stand firm within our understanding of the Universe as it presents itself today, fully knowing that tomorrow it shall take a form unbeknownst to us and without our permission to fulfill its specific destiny. The firmament its playground the forces its will. Our existence but another of the inconsistencies of nature as we exaggerate our importance in the dance we call life. Such vastness unfathomable and indescribable; our footprint leaves no mark within its confines.
We hold firm to our beliefs; a desire to find commonality which propels us forward. We are not a solitary creature but a herd. Each with its ability and limitation, finding our partners amongst our own and ultimately in a realm beyond. We dance like twin stars forever testing the boundaries of our associations; uncertain steps that when reflected upon show a clear but always winding path.
My bond to you is not a measurable quantity for it is boundless and without limit. Time is not measured by mechanical devices, but through the experience which is imbedded in my mind, lived in my heart and shared through my tears. Matter-anti-matter pairs are the manifestation of the Universe’s breath, giving life to us all. The subtle heartbeat of its life in the myriad of wavelengths of energy creation’s ultimate building blocks from whence we all come.
Union- the action of the mind as it overcomes physical coordinates to reach through space and time to touch spirit. Riding a gravitational wave beyond the edge of today to choose either yesterday or tomorrow. That which lay unspoken takes form, the unseen bond now visible; a cloak of brilliant light bending upon the curve of space.
Whispers in time these shadows long ago; no beginning no end, coalescing in the darkness to bring light. Brilliance mingles with the mundane each sharing in the Creation, each making a home within our heart. The bond is tethered by love, strengthened by distance and forever holds us tight in an embrace that will not diminish. For it is our belief in our reality, our oneness and unity that leads us in solidarity. Spoken not within our mind but through our heart words from our soul written in eternity and present only in memory.

Gaia’s Soul

Whispering mists of time across the river of dreams carry me into the sunset on wings of silken confectionary, as the blossoms struggle against their frozen cages to find rebirth under the golden hues for the promise of the morning sun.
Blue depths; pools saturated in honeysuckle and wine envelop my senses and leave me breathless on its shore.
Fate’s shadow and childish whimsy of yesterday left behind, the tattered remnants of my youth lay in a heap upon the shore like the forgotten chemise on a summer’s day.
Wash from me the half-remembered memory like cheesecloth yellowed from the days of autumn; crushed under foot releasing the musty notes of the fallen leaves, floating upon the breeze in the haze of twilight.
Let the rains pass over me; wash from me the dust of the toil which left its mark upon my soul; raise my face to the stars let the silvery light of the moon transform once more the girl whose destiny lays in the stars; but whose heartbeat is but the ebb and flow of the tides such a gentle embrace.
In a time of smoky scents; a blanket of glistening crushed frailty lays upon me like the bridal veil; as I drift into the winter’s sleep of ages; blossoms red to proclaim the love I shall find; on a bed of pine needles I lay my head and my eyes are caste once again across the land; with a sign of deep resonant harmony their souls will meld with mine for all eternity.


With each season a newness is found, but the connection to who you are remains. ©JFK