Archive for the ‘My poems’ Category

The Value of Service, a poem inspired by my son

October 19, 2014

The Value of Service
(Inspired by a conversation with my son)

Service is a good thing
It frees you from yourself
And that brings happiness
It all comes back to you

All love flows to the Self
It all depends on you

© Ken Chawkin
October 18, 2014
Fairfield, Iowa

And in the end the love you take
Is equal to the love you make
The End, Abbey Road, The Beatles

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi talks about the true nature of love in this 1970 video at Humboldt, California: All Love is Directed Toward the Self

See what self-love looks like in the digital age in this selfie post

Scheherazade Incarnate, poem for Valerie

September 17, 2014

Scheherazade Incarnate
(For Valerie)

Beautiful, Passionate, Sexy,
You want to love her.
But don’t do what Shahryar did,
And most men do — kill the gift —
Eat the fruit and throw away the core,
The essence — and be done with her.

But instead, she’ll go to your head
And heart, with her wondrous stories
Of transformation, keeping you
Transfixed, wanting more —

You’ll never want to leave her
Nor want her to leave
Scheherazade Incarnate
Forever

© Ken Chawkin
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Fairfield, Iowa

Read some of Valerie’s articles at Rebelle Society
And this interview at Meditation Lifestyle

Visit Valerie’s website and buy her book, Enlightenment Is Sexy.

See the List of One Thousand and One Nights characters
Listen to Rimsky-Korsakov: Scheherazade / Gergiev · Vienna Philharmonic · Salzburg Festival 2005

Remembering 9–11, The Merciful Nature of Time

September 11, 2014

Remembering 9–11

When it comes to dealing with adversity, accepting it is not always easy, especially when it involves a devastating sudden loss, like what happened on 9-11, (September 11, 2001), 13 years ago today. Many had to accept it, live with it, and over time, hopefully distance themselves from the painful memories of the loss of their loved ones.

Same thing if it’s an ongoing situation, where you see someone you love disappearing before your eyes due to some incurable disease. Maybe it’s not as devastating. I don’t know. Grief is grief; it’s not easy. But our perspective could change over time. And that can be the merciful nature of time. Here is a haiku about it.

The Merciful Nature of Time

Time is kind to us
It lets us get used to change
Then we can move on

© Ken Chawkin
September 11, 2014

Does Time Heal All Wounds?

They say, Time heals all wounds. But does it? Not according to , a counselor who specializes in end-of-life and bereavement matters. He says it’s what you do with the time that heals. Read his article published  in Psychology Today’s The Journey Ahead.

The David Lynch Foundation

One organization helping people deal with adversity and various forms of traumatic stress and grief is the David Lynch Foundation. Visit their website and see how they are Healing Traumatic Stress and Raising Performance in At-Risk Populations http://davidlynchfoundation.org. See DLF executive director Bob Roth speak at Google Zeitgeist 2014.

 

The Enlightened Heart, a poem by Ken Chawkin

September 7, 2014

I wrote this poem, The Enlightened Heart, in the late 1980s, over 25 years ago. I had begun writing a lot of poetry back then. A few years later, in the early 90’s, I recited it at a World Peace Assembly in Maharishi University’s Golden Dome. I was asked to read two poems that day; the first one was Seeing Is Being. It took a lot of courage to ask to read my poems in front of a few hundred people, but I wanted it to be a birthday present to myself. I was glad to have been invited. The poetry reading produced a wonderful effect within me and the audience.

The Enlightened Heart

There is a sea of love
flowing within my heart;
each drop contains a world,
a wave of feeling,
rolling out to a not-too-distant shore.

You are dwelling there
upon that shore,
warming under the sun above.

When you dive deep inside this sea,
you stir the me,
that’s becoming the we,
and melt the three
into a unity,
that remembers its own eternity;

in the eternally-flowing sea
of love.

Many years later Sheila Moschen asked me to read this poem on her KHOE Radio program, Let Your Heart Sing. It concluded Radio Show #72: “Love Songs 1” at 28:28. Sheila would also later ask me to read 3 of my love poems for her Valentine’s Day Show.

Some poems you might like from that earlier era are: Ode To The Artist, and its companion piece Sometimes Poetry Happens. Also see As Above, So Below and a complementary poem, Pine Cone Trees, written several years later while living in Houston, Texas. This poem, Being in Nature, was written after I had returned to Canada to live in Vancouver, British Columbia. After returning to the US, I wrote this poem, Poetry – The Art of the Voice, while living in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Boone, North Carolina. It beautifully expresses the feeling that was created in the dome. You can see more of My poems on The Uncarved Blog.

I turned 70 today!

April 20, 2014

Turning Seventy
(a tanka for my family)

Just another day
I made it to seventy
But I won’t be sad

Cuz you’re here to celebrate
And that’s what makes it special

April 20, 2014
Lake Tahoe, CA

Family Foto at Lake Tahoe

Laurie & Renee Sluser, Ken, Nathanael & Shara Chawkin

Here is a link to the beautiful chalet we stayed in. Renee posted a picture of me and the kids on a park bench by the lake. Shara posted some pics of Dad’s 70th at Lake Tahoe, including some I took. And someone offered to take the group photo of us on a dock, which I cropped for this post. Nathanael took a picture of me making a birthday wish. This early photo and quote of Maharishi was posted on Facebook by Mona Kägi-Causemann, which Renee forwarded to me.

Friend and poet Bill Graeser posted this poem for me on his blog: Turning Seventy and Other Tragedies.

See A wonderful birthday poem from John Burns — The Truly Great — by Stephen Spender.

Two kinds of knowledge about living and learning

April 8, 2014

I’m not young enough to know everything. ― Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)

By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything.
You only have to remember it. ― George Burns (1896–1996)

Two kinds of knowledge

There are two kinds of knowledge:
Youth knows it all, without having lived;
And having lived and learned, Old Age
Soon forgets what it’s come to know.

Then there’s the wisdom
Of knowing you know nothing;
But knowing your Self.

― Ken Chawkin (1944–still learning)

The Coming Of Wisdom With Time

Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

― William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.

Socrates (469–399 B.C.E.)

Know thyself.

Ancient Greek aphorism on the Temple of Apollo at Delphi

Those who know others are wise; those who know themselves are enlightened.

Laozi (5th or 4th century BC. Tao Te Ching #33)

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Rumi (13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.)

The older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show. 
—Leonard Cohen

Also see: Searching For The Meaning Of Your Life.

And this related poem: Seeing Is Being.

Newly added: Quotes from famous thinkers on the nature of truth, its rejection, and acceptance over time. One of the quotes is by Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) who said: Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

Later added: These two famous quotes from an older more mature place in one’s life hold much wisdom.

When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. — Abraham Joshua Heschel

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ― Maya Angelou

WINTER HAIKU written by Ken for Sali his muse

February 11, 2014

Sitting with Sali on a cold winter Sunday afternoon at Parkview Care Center, looking out the window of her room at the powdered snow being blown off the white roofs in swirls. At one point, with the sun shining through in front of us, you could almost see a rainbow; only it was a snowbow! Made that up. We laughed. I had been in a rough mood, but what I saw, and the spontaneous playful art of composing a haiku, transformed me. The second and third lines came out first, and the first line last. I changed wind blows to winds blow to rhyme with snow. The rhythms, rhymes and meanings of the words sort of sound like what we saw. They’re powerful. Say them aloud a few times and see what happens. Sali seemed to like it. I love it! it’s fun! Here’s the poem.

WINTER HAIKU

The winter winds blow
Swirling whirling dervishes
Of powdery snow

© Ken Chawkin
Feb 9, 2014
Fairfield, Iowa

a new tanka: Dementia Blues

December 12, 2013

Dementia Blues
A tanka written after a holiday party at Parkview

Brain cell by brain cell
You’re disappearing from me
I’m alone again

How hard it must be for you
Disappearing from yourself

© Ken Chawkin
December 8, 2013
Fairfield, Iowa, USA

Related: An Unwanted Guest

The Curse of Dementia: On watching a loved one diminish before your eyes, poem by Ken Chawkin

Sitting with Sally: 5-haiku poem

Rage Against the Disease

Haiku of the Heart – for Sali

September 22, 2013

This past Thursday, September 19, 2013, turned out to be an early Full Moon night. For some reason I ended up visiting Sali 3 times that day, twice to drop off things. The first time I stayed with her as she and the other residents were going to be entertained by a country music band. Their gentle songs from the fifties brought back memories when I first heard them as a child. It was very relaxing and healing for us as we listened together. When I returned later that night to read to her, she was already in bed. I leaned in and looked closely into her eyes. We both started laughing out loud, with great joy in our hearts. While sharing this experience with a friend at lunch today, the day of the autumnal equinox, I spoke of experiencing an orgasm of the heart. She repeated that line, and said it was something special. I noticed it also had seven syllables and wrote it down. Later, when we all went out for a walk together, the rest of the haiku easily assembled itself. I shared it with her; it sounded powerful. She said it gave her goosebumps, from head to toe and back.

Haiku of the Heart
for Sali

♥ ♥ ♥

Such joy between us
An orgasm of the heart
Looking in your eyes

♥ ♥ ♥

© Ken Chawkin
Experienced Thursday, September 19, 2013, Full Moon Night
Written Sunday, September 22, 2013, Autumnal Equinox
Fairfield, Iowa, USA

I remember another joyful time Being with Sali, August 1, 2012, also on a full moon night: Capturing an authentic moment in writing.

On August 31, 2017 I posted this related entry: ‘In Our Loving Eyes’ a poem by @kenchawkin remembering a special love with Sally Peden.

a writing tanka on writing tanka by ken chawkin

September 8, 2013

writing tanka
a writing tanka on writing tanka

stare at the blank page
intimidating or what
now just start writing

no matter what you put down
it will all come back to you

© Ken Chawkin
Fairfield, Iowa, USA
September 7, 2013

WRITING TANKA—Preparing to Write

Writing—a poem on the writing process

Haiku On The Nature of Haiku