Poem: Alive in the “Here and Now”

Stop, take a deep breath

Feel you lungs expand and your body relax

Mind is alert not tense or chattering

Be ready and focused

Not criticizing, judging or thinking bad thoughts

Feel your feet on the ground and be ready

Trust yourself…

Not dreaming, worrying or feeling unsettled

Being open, attuned and flexible

Smelling the fresh air and warm sun on your back

Being wholly and quietly in the “Here and Now”

Alert, aware and ready for action

Alive in the moment…Alive in the moment…

The Christmas Hawk named Edward

Miss you and your peaceful refrains

On this cold Winter Morn

Sun shines bright in the North August backyard

I look around and see the basketball court

And remember those exciting and fun days

The court is shoveled and my hands are covered with painter’s gloves

The fingers from the knuckle up to the tips are bare, so as to dribble and shoot better…

I look and see a red-tailed Hawk I call Edward perched on a leafless tree

My friend Edward is looking beyond me to the meadow, silent and majestic

I turned and shoot the ball bouncing it off the rim toward Edward and he remains unchanged

And still as the cold morning breeze blows the ball down the hill stopping by his tree.

I look up and our eyes meet…he stirs and looks back

Then he pushes off the branch and unravels his beautiful wide red and brown wings

As if to say goodbye…I hope I was welcoming enough that he will come back…

And visit me again…so graceful in flight and beautiful to watch and wonder is that someone I know

Visiting on this Christmas morn…I wonder is this someone who has gone before me…just saying hi and

Reminding me of all my loved one’s…I wave and say goodbye…with tears welling up

A surge of pleasure and graditute washes over me..over me…OVER ME.

Cloudless Sky… poem by MW Hardwick

Cloudless Sky– by  MW Hardwick 

Our fragile hold on life, ups and downs, pain and pleasure, happiness and sadness

purpose and meaning, making a difference or not…

What do we want from life– autonomy with freedom to choose our path

Many paths are in front of us, which one to choose—

Living in the moment enjoying what is in front of us embracing one’s curiosity

Like a high-spirited child or grandchild, get engaged climb aboard the adventure of discovery,

Imagination and wonder…

Questions abound and usually start with—WHY?

Why are we here? Why do have fog? Why do we need sleep? Why do need money?

Where do babies come from? Where do birds go in the rain..Why do people die…

Don’t get stuck in finding anwers to all your questions or

Controlling things you can’t control…or Making things right or perfect

Just enjoy the journey and accept the mysteries of life.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery…
but what a wonderful and beautiful ride…It has been said by many–to have one friend and a bond that keeps us going, growing and wondering—is enough…

So what is this thing called life all about?

Maybe we  just need to stop looking for answers–And just need to meet life with more flexibility, openness, spontaneity, caring and freshness…

By finding our “still point”  which keeps us going, growing, wondering and opening-up to –our tranquility within… and simplicity of action uncluttered and unlimited…

By building a sense of trust in uncertainty and unknown…

Like a cloudless sky…cloudless sky… cloudless sky…

 

Learning… By MW Hardwick

Learning … by MW Hardwick 

I now see the world with new eyes.

I see the benefits of trying new ways,

To learn—I observe, experience, reflect and listen

I see a model to follow and read about a new way

and I now know I can learn anything.

No matter how difficult or time consuming

learning comes through effort and practice

I keep an open mind and change comes naturally

if I stay focuses the payoff is great…

if I persevere I can win..

If I am praised I can stagnate and lose

What will you choose? What will you choose?

 

Poem–Reflections On Loneman Creek and Common Ground

 

Reflections on Solitude and Common Ground by MW Hardwick 

This is the place for rest and relaxation

The hills and natural grass fulfilled my need for solitude

Alone with nature

You come to it over the low water crossing

Of  “Loneman Creek”  its freshness dripping along toward

A small but beautiful flowing dam—called shorty”

This house  designed by us in the Hill country of Texas

To be a refuge from the constant turmoil of life

An eye for light and sunshine accentuated  by 12 foot ceilings and

over 66 windows (some from the Yale Law library) in 1200 sq ft

Bringing the inner space and outdoor together in one continuous flow

This was our wound licking place,

a place safe for nesting now,

away from the pains of external life.

It is the opening of my eyes and my heart

It is the vision of restoration and loss of innocence

seen now as the reality of suffering and pain, and truth they hold.

It is the heart after years

of bruising and trying to fix the unfixable

speaking out loud in the clear air of  Loneman Creek.

One question remains why now and why us?

If I could look back with clear eyes–

what does it all mean and where do I stand?

I promise myself to the rolling hills and ash juniper

and to the shaky foundation of the “sun downer” from which

beautiful sunsets are viewed at the day’s end

and the warm southwest breeze to heal my sorrow and lift our  future–of a hopeful tomorrow…

an invitation for who knows what …

This is the bright home in which we escaped to live,

this is where I ask my soul to speak to me, our friends to come,

this is where we want to leave things barely touch by us,

to love all the things nature——it has taken me so long to learn to love…

Who knows what…what…life has in store for you and me.

The visible nature and invisible peace working together in this place called–

COMMON GROUND. Common Ground. common ground…

Don’t over think it…just enjoy, embrace life’s precious moments…

 

 

Poem–Courage To Be… by MW Hardwick

COURAGE TO BE…BY MW HARDWICK

to say and act on what you say you believe,

to stand up for what is right and fair, to face difficulties with openness and flexibility.

Leaving behind stubbornness ,
to be accountable and to hold others accountable,
to share ideas, information and resources,
to use caring confrontation when conflict arises,

And to never stop learning.             Never stop learning.

Never stop Learning.

To confront fear, pain, uncertainty, intimidation and injustice…

Leaving behind dogma and rigidity,

to act rightly in face of “moral” decisions and scandal, or discouragement.”

Have courage to take risks, and risk failure

to show heart felt compassionate and empathy,

And the wisdom to be humble…

to stand up and speak.

to endure setbacks and keep moving forward

And be brave…

Because life is dynamic, short

So stop look fear in the eye and do what you need to do.

Then, move on… move on…new experiences await you… await you…await you…


Poem– If Today were my Birthday: Life or Death by MW Hardwick

If today were my Birthday : Life or death- by MW Hardwick

If today were my birthday, how should I live this day?

The answer, for me, is to celebrate and enjoy the moment

Live in the here and now and

Enjoy every breath

Then take this day — my starting point 69 years ago

And live today and everyday as my last.
Be in good cheer, see the bright side of all challenges

Accept my friends and loved ones today.
Live with a clear purpose of having fun today. My special day.
Put aside all the expectations

And just experience what comes today.

Ignore my duties for today.
Treat myself today with kindness. Be care free.
Live mindfully today.
Be at peace today.
Be happy today. Be patient.

And accept what comes.

If I live this way today, I live in fulfillment and peace of mind.
If I die today, I die fulfilled with gratitude in my heart.

And in peace. And in peace…peace…

Maybe this is the way to live every day…every day

 

New Poem: Front-door Visitor

Poem: Front Door Visitor  by MW Hardwick 

As the afternoon sun shines high in the blue North Carolina sky

I walk out to get the mail–

Opening the front door I am greeted with fluttering of Mommy Bird

She lands on the front side-walk and looks surprised and anxious

I guess she didn’t count on visitors to her nest.

Being as surprised as her I stop and ponder about my visitor

She may be re-thinking about her decision to build her nest on our door

But who could blame her– nice location, protected from the rains and wind  

At the beginning of each season my wife adorns the front door with a new decorative piece 

Honoring the start of a new season

I guess at the same time birds start looking for places for nest-building,

In front of our door are two maple trees; suitable for nest-building

And if I were a bird this might have been on my list for nests.

Our unwelcome friend picks the greenish handbag on our door

With the dried hydrangea and pink ribbon stuff in this gorgeous carry bag 

I think this really is not an easy place to build your nest.

But as a shelter from the elements is a good spot to call home.

All during the day diligently flying in and out  finding twigs and food

This visitor is always on the go very little time for rest or pause.

I can see her anytime I want just by opening the door, but as a good neighbor.

I don’t want to disrupt her routine.

I can change mine till she and her loved ones are ready to go.

Then one morning last week I take a peek

The nest is now completely vacant, but this is not a sad time

The kids have left home and the cycle of  nature goes on…

Cause next year my door will again be there,

And I stand READY TO GREET HER.

Ready to greet her…Ready to greet her…

New Poem: It Is What It Is…

It is What it is…by MWHardwick 

It Is what it is…

But does that mean accept it or

Is IT  something else…

Do I need to read between the lines

Or make Assumptions…like IT means–

Rejection.

Shunning.

Dis-engagement.

Denial.

Retribution.

No communication.

Or realize these hurt because you are slipping away..

These  ITs don’t make me happy—

Just negative energy.

I need to forgive and forget.

Live in the “here and now”.

Realize choices are for everyone…

Be thankful for what I have.

Care about those who care about me…

Love those who want love

And accept IT unconditionally…….

Maybe IT will never be known…

Never be known…Never be known…Never be known…

Cause life can be unfair…

New Poem On Meaning and Silence of Life

On Meaning and Silence of Life-MW Hardwick 

Being there …

Caring when caring is tough

Giving your gift for living  to others

Smile often

Accept others

Facing difficulties with courage wear on your face

Making most of what you have helps you walk upright

Clear on who you are

Where you want to go

Continuously updating your mental maps

Feeling what you feel and moving on

Being satisfied with what you have

BEING GENTLE ON YOURSELF

Positive branches of “tree of life”

Enjoying life as it comes at you

Growth comes from being aware

Living a life of passion, perseverance with courage…

Always making progress–

Courage to try new things

Risking failure to keep on going

Living a life of no regrets or limits…

Learning by being open to change.

Knowing its tough to learn mistakes you never made.

Never stop dreaming…dreaming and more dreaming…

Stop …Breathe. Relax. Observe…

Then Challenge, Choose and Act.

Let go ..let go…let go…

Accept what is so

Then listen to the silence…

The silence, silence and silence…of life

Poem: On Vulnerability and Good Enough

Vulnerability by MW Hardwick 

Rooted in “I am not good enough”

Shame and guilt are just part of life

dis-connected, numbed and unfeeling

People with strong sense of self and belonging –feel they are worthy of

Connection,

Love,

Openness ,

Caring

And Joy…

Others wonder –Am I good enough

Worthiness is at center of being awake

whole hearted people have sense of

Courage

Authenticity

and Okayness

Okay to be imperfect

OK to be compassionate

OK to treat ourselves kindly

Want some of this okayness–Be vulnerable…

Let go of who you should be

Just be authentic

Vulnerability makes you reachable and beautiful

It is willingness to say I love you first,

take risks is fundamental to living okayness

Vulnerable is letting go of control

You maybe rejected, brushed aside or put down

You can’t control or predict these things

Authenticity is at the center of Joy

It produces real sense of belonging of  love

Tenderness,

Struggle with vulnerability makes you real

Numb vulnerability at your own risk,  at your risk —

to addictions, being fearful, alone and wanting

No real feelings just numb self —

I don’t want to numb real feelings

Embrace feelings without filters to fully experience…

joy. gratitude. happiness.

Vulnerability makes sense of our past,

Brings peace for today,

Creates a vision for tomorrow.

Be vulnerable…enrich you life.

Unlock the fullness of living…

Just Be Vulnerable…Just be…

New Poem –Life is a Gift by MW Hardwick

 

Life is a Gift by MW Hardwick 

Life is a GIFT , Receive and cherish it.

Life is short, make the most of it.

Life is nature, protect and conserve it.

Life needs a purpose, create and realize it.

Life is a challenge, face them…

Life is a game, learn the rules and play fairly.

Life is made-up of relationships connect, nurture, hold them dearly.

Life needs a purpose, create, and fulfill it…

Life is sad sometimes, embrace the feelings and move on…

Life is unfair, accept it.

Life is fun, enjoy these moments.

Life is an adventure, take some

Life is luck, be ready for it.

Life is fragile and precious, hug it…

Living and being in the one is living in the here and now…

Life is life, live it and love it… love it… Love every moment of it….

 

 

New Poem–One Shining Moment

 
 
One Shining Moment by MW Hardwick  
 

Weaves in and out from defenders

Reaches out and grabs the bounce pass

He dribbles around the screen and glances at the basket

On the hard courts

rich in texture and color

He jump stops

And gazes at the rim,

He fakes and then shoots,

Up in the air

Raising his cocked arm

Above his head

Snaps the wrist

And follows through like fish-hook

And years of deliberate practice

Tells him it is always good

This day and this moment

Is all there is

All pieced together

This one final moment…

The shooting hand

And eyes fix on the rim

As fan noise reaches a climax

Hear the swoosh…swoosh…

Of the net

Now enjoy and love,

One Shining Moment…Moment of truth…

Oh, my God…

Revised Poem: My Mission–Art of Purposeful Living

My Mission: Art of Purposeful Living by M.W.Hardwick

To be alive is to have a Mission to dream and do…

to let go of fears and criticism and still act

to see beyond the obvious and mean-spirited…

to give credit away…make others feel important

to anticipate and articulate my vision, mission

to be enthusiastic, passionate and on PURPOSE…

to focus…to flex and be authentic

to challenge, collaborate…produce results 

to confront in a caring way…respect differences

Above all to keep my promises

Even in an uncertain world I don’t control

I act on purpose by respecting, being responsive  .

TO APPRECIATE AND ACKNOWLEDGE … By listening

and say THANK YOU, thank you, thank you…

and  PLEASE ….more often …

and…and… and … remember

To not blame others and put them down

to know  my stregths and limits

By ENJOYING THE HERE AND NOW…

And as Picasso once said “Action is the foundational key to all success”

to use my inspiration to discover new adventures…

Think big ideas and achieve through small smart-steps …

All of us are here for a purpose… Dare to create it

And wake up to the Art of the Possible …

Start today to forge your path…

Your unique path…