Re: in Defense of Deepak Chopra 22 April 2022

(parallel to NaPoWriMo)

Recently I received the following unexpected, unsolicited, probably multiply sent-out, impersonal message from a sender who shall remain nameless:

In Boston Chopra was one of the coowners in my condo building and was the only one totally irresponsible in his responsibilities. We thought of him as a scum bag and total phony from our direct experience with him. He may spout worth thoughts but anything coming from him I would discount.”

I replied as follows:
Thank you for your message.

I don’t doubt your personal memories regarding Chopra’s comportment in his youth.

It does, however, lead me to the opposite conclusion: it validates Chopra’s present-day powerful positive role in the world.

For two reasons:
One, modern psychology recognizes that unless a person has experienced negativity in himself, and worked through and beyond it, he will lack the personal, embodied understanding of its effects and of forgiveness and compassion. That experiential knowledge is a sine qua non condition for offering teaching in this domain.

Two, a well-known biblical parable offers another explanation: that of the prodigal son. He amassed sufficient experiential substance to warrant a celestial banquet. The key to the banquet: conversion. Alchemization is required: the transformation of lead into gold. The question: is there sufficient lead that can be alchemized? Enough substance to transubstantiate?
What life was lived? No lead melts into no gold.

I found a lot of gold in Chopra’s work, in his writings and his workshops.

His teachings uniquely embrace body and mind/spirit, ancient wisdom and cutting-edge modern science, span the
Vedas and Quantum Physics. This all-encompassing perspective enables Chopra to help modern-day humans to fulfill their mission (here a a definition according to Shinto philosophy:) to link heaven and earth.

Anyone in search of greater fulfillment, is free to test Chopra’s recipes.
Reading his book “Synchrodestiny” may easily turn life into a serendipitous adventure.

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY NINETEEN19 April 2022 Stretch

Behind, belated, and loving it



Stretch

don’t dabble
plunge in
wholehearted
welcome the violoncello
its notes reverberate
glide raindroplike near
undying
forever

deep-dive
where invaders
in mantles of mother of pearl
melt suffering into iridescence
shapeshift into shining
gems

befriend the flitting
swallow
see it build its nest from
mud and saliva
here in the quiet cloister
of an abandoned
convent

turn the stone it
astounds
lay your palms
gratitude gently
on stumbling blocks
pour syrah on the ground
drain the silver
cup

stretch farthest
the lark spirals skyward
listen
its song caresses
the wheat field
when you break bread
let its flavor be
vertical

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIFTEEN 15 April 2022 Chit chat


Chit chat


Small talk so small it
ceases
talk at all
releases bad
breath
poisons pristine air
affronts the void

a relentless moth it
bumps
against lit window panes
strains wit
a slug in the mud
it denigrates wisdom
an empty crow’s nest
it lacks zest

like petals torn
from a rose in bloom
a precipice
once bisons’ doom
a wart on the tip of a nose
a litany of life’s iterations

like a broken street lamp
at thoughts’ crossroads
myth’s old promise of strife
no vacillation
chit chat ramps up a spell
silence powerless
cannot dispel

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY ELEVEN11 April 2022 The Cosmos


The Cosmos (a draft)

Huge, unimaginably immense,
beyond the grasp of any sense
the Cosmos floats,
a giant bubble, on board all mystery,
mirages, visions, dreams of the ages,
touchable present reality, too,
me, you, skyscrapers, jungle,
bridges, valleys, mountain tops,
boats plying streams,
symphonies playing in concert halls,
snowflakes and raindrops,
fingertips clicking on keyboards
in search of a verse,
successes, flops, waterfalls,
poets on all sorts of planets,
lizards and foxes, hummingbirds, elephants in the wild,
butterflies, snails, artists, nerds,
zebras in zoos, books in libraries,
walls, windows, open doors,
shores, embankments, a world’s willingness and concern,
other planets, zillions of galaxies, countless constellations
swirl in stern order, don’t collide,
Cosmos, humongous, humorous,
will abide and forever delight
in endless variations
of life’s darkness and light,
and beyond.


Praise the biggest thing you can imagine

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY TEN 10 April 2022Life, woven from love?


Life, woven from love?

Look around, see nature woo,
squirrels chase from elm to fir,
wood pigeons coo,
buds break open, leaves renew,
bristly hedgehogs stir,
so, too, the human zoo.

Bus driver beams welcome
to arriving crew,
bearded face beneath blue
hood, limping old lady,
misunderstood,
shy newly-weds, tourist
lost in morning mist,
of local language not a gist,
mom, bundled-up baby,
bright-helmeted cyclist –

driver alive to toing and froing,
smiles farewell to all on going,
openhearted benevolence,
no mere surface happenstance,
greetings instants of luminous trove:

life unceasingly weaving love.


NaPoWriMo: write a love poem.

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY NINE 9 April Nonet on Gratitude


9 April 2022

And now for our (optional) daily prompt! Because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.

Happy writing!

Nonet on Gratitude

Gratitude like a blond squirrel
delights in crunchy beechnuts
like an autumn leaf swirls
in a gentle wind
loves to expect
forever
great good
now

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIVE Gargoyle to Cashier


And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?

Happy writing!

Gargoyle to Cashier 5 April 2022

High up on sheer stone cliff of
a Gothic cathedral wall
Gargoyle surveyed the world below,
his task, centuries-old: repel,
terrify humans, let fear
propel them toward the good.

Gargoyle toiled yet failed,
sadly, bleak, evil ways prevailed.
Decided to shapeshift, seek
chance to influence finance,
the clanking of coins,
their curious power to entrance.

Switched gender, was assigned
supermarket cashier, a woman’s
voice. Flesh and bones,
quick choice, a pleasing face,
new name: Gabrielle or G.

Job fast-paced, rat-race:
concentrate, pay attention,
stressed, in a hurry. Instill the good
the blurry intention.

G’ enters uncharted terrain
tests unfamiliar feelings,
first shy, aloof, then friendly, warm,
tries charm, lets smiles shine,
upgrades to open-minded, kind,
sees it work wonders, before long
dares jokes, mines helpful, happy, launches laughter, song.

Takes to the role, makes friends,
serves them, endures,
excels in humour, then compassion,
suffers heart failure in the end.

Before checking out, G’s heartfelt concern: return for another round.
Last message, found posted: tall thumbs-up to all.