O! never say that I was false of heart
Posted: February 13, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, family, fitness, friends, friendship, gluten free, happiness, health, Heart, kindness, life, love, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, Poetry, rest, Sonnet, Valentine's Day, William Shakespeare, writing, yoga 6 Comments…
O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good—
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Great Plains
Posted: February 6, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: Bliss, blogging, Buddha, compassion, cycling, exercise, family, fitness, freshly pressed, friends, Great Plains, happiness, health, hipster, hope, kindness, life, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Poetry, Prose, running, trail running, whole foods, writing, yoga, Zen 3 Comments…
I could drive for days without fear
of outrunning these patchwork clouds,
bridge lines of cumulus
this way or that towards the horizon,
midway between one place
and another, standing up
to the administrations of wind.
I like a destination which pulls
true, deliberate,
but at great distance. Like
I like the slow, imperceptible
progress of knowing
but not knowing
how far I’ll travel today,
where I’ll find gas
for the next leg
or when.
In My Craft or Sullen Art
Posted: January 30, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: Ambition, blogging, compassion, Dylan Thomas, exercise, family, free range, freshly pressed, friends, happiness, health, kindness, life, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Poetry, Prose, running, singing, trail running, walking, yoga, Zen 6 Comments…
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
Their Lonely Betters
Posted: January 23, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, Body Image, childhood, compassion, cycling, family, fitness, food, free range, freshly pressed, friends, gluten free, happiness, health, hipster, kindness, life, Life is Messy, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, Memories, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, opinion, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Place, Poetry, recovery, rest, Romance, running, simplicity, trail running, Travel, W. H. Auden, yoga Leave a comment…
As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade
To all the noises that my garden made,
It seemed to me only proper that words
Should be withheld from vegetables and birds
A robin with no Christian name ran through
The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew,
And rustling flowers for some third party waited
To say which pairs, if any, should get mated.
Not one of them was capable of lying,
There was not one which knew that it was dying
Or could have with a rhythm or a rhyme
Assumed responsibility for time.
Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep:
Words are for those with promises to keep.
Child
Posted: January 16, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, crossfit, cycling, exercise, family, fitness, free range, freshly pressed, friends, gluten free, happiness, healing, health, hipster, holistic, hope, kindness, life, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Poetry, rest, Sylvia Plath, trail running, walking, whole foods, WOD, writing, yoga, Zen 5 Comments…
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose names you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
CultFit 