Monthly Archives: April 2010

I Pick Up My Pen

  • It is with a will I pick up a pen to jot down a few words to record my musings.   This process puts me into a very meditative state of mind.  I find more and more often I pursue this environment.  It is warm,friendly, and cozy producing a euphoric state of happiness.  I find myself in a heightened state of awareness to all I am surrounded by or enmeshed in.  Each experience is far more enjoyable to participate in.
  • I am so very lucky!  I have seen so many others less fortunate.  I have my health, both mental and physical.  I have my family, brothers, children, wife, and even an ex-wife. I have friends and work associates that are a joy to be around.  They enrich my life.   I have a good  job.  
  • Yes, I am so very lucky!     Isn’t well-being just a state of my mind?  If you are happy and satisfied, isn’t that the ideal state of existence to pursue?  Money is  not what brings about happiness.
  • I am so lucky!  I am happy in my circumstance. I could be happy in other circumstances.  The feeling begins with “Thankfulness.”

Originally written:  April 16, 1997

  • This is true today as it was thirteen years ago when I wrote this entry in my journal..  I have found writing down my thoughts and feelings in the form of poetry relaxing.  

Ahhh, My Beloved

  • Ah-hh, my beloved,
    • I am coming
    • Closer by the minute.
  • I crave your cuddles,
    • Our flip-flop-flips.
  • I crave my side, your side.
    • I have missed your touch,
    • Voice, and presence.
  • I have missed the things
    • We do together.
  • I have missed doing
    • Things for you.
  • I am on my way,
    • Soon my love, soon.


Originally written:  April 15, 1997

  • I have taken many business trips.  The trip to Japan and the flight home was long.  These thoughts were written on the plane ride home.  I was glad to be on my way back to the USA.

Just Another Man

  • I am just another man,
    • Not great, good, or bad,
    • Just another man.
  • I have a lot of desires,
    • Not great, good, or bad,
    • Just another man.
  • I have achieved, and will achieve,
    • Not great, good, or bad,
    • Just another man.
  • I have made and will make mistakes,
    • Not great, good, or bad,
    • Just another man.

Originally written:   April 15, 1997

  • Reflection on my humanity.  I am not any better than any other man, nor worse.  I am happy I am who I am.  I am grateful for my lot in life.  I am gifted with “enough.”


  • Thoughts flow from my mind to this page,
    • Like wine poured from the bottle by a master.
  • They flow out gently, tumbling onto the page,
    •  In the sequence they are poured.
  • I am but a recorder.  Simply to document,
    •  The phrases as they come to mind.
  • The thoughts are not profound
    • Or even valuable lessons.
  • They stand on their own
    • For me to understand.
  •  And yes for others too.


Originally written: April 15, 1997

  • I was reflecting on how the words come to me for the prose or poems that I have written. I am often surprised by the words that come to mind and appear on the page. I am humbled by the reflections and thoughts expressed.   I am not the Master. I am thankful for this gift.

Be Quiet!

  • Be quiet my mind,
    • Slow down, do not worry,
    • You have the strength to persevere.
  • Be quiet my heart,
    • Slow down, you are not alone,
    • You are on the path to your beloved.
  • Be quiet my body,
    • Slow down, the labor is long,
    • You will surmount the challenges.
  • Be quiet my soul,
    • Slow down, you are on the path,
    • You are loved unconditionally.


Originally written:  April 15, 1997

  • A reflection on what I was doing and where was I going.  I had recently returned from a trip to Japan. I was invigorated and energized by the trip.  Yet, I was restless.  This poem reflects that restlessness. 

Different, Yet The Same!

  •  I am different!
    • Yet the same!
  • Each new experience,
    • Adds to what was there.
  • Polishing, washing, cleaning,
    • The many facets of self.
  • Revealing truths long forgotten
    • Or hidden under personal debris.
  • The debris is the rejected,
    • Pushed aside truths of wisdom,
  • Voice by elders in years gone by.
    • Truths that had changed by events and time.
  • I am different!
    • Yet the same!

Originally written: April 13, 1997

  • Reflecting on my recent trip to Tokyo and Nara, Japan my views on Japan was changed.  Old truths discarded as a result of the passage of time and change in cultures.  

My Journey In Japan

  • I sit aboard the Shinkansen or “Bullet Train” riding from Tokyo to Kyoto sipping Sapporo beer and enjoying the countryside  zipping past the windows..  I find it hard to watch the telephone poles go by.  My tummy twists around one of those poles making it uncomfortable.  Yet, beyond the blur of telephone poles lies the towns, villages, rice paddies, and even a mountain or two. 
  • This is far from any reality or dream I had as a child.  It proves the statement “Much can be achieved with persistence.”
  • Dawn has come to Kyoto, Japan and gently nudged me to awaken to a new day. It awakens an excitement, yes even an eagerness.   What does this journey of the sun across the sky have for me today?  My imagination runs rampant and it is hard to contstrain it.   However, each new day brings a freshness, beauty, and knowledge no matter where I am.
  • The trees are just beginning to create new leaves. Yet, walking down the street in Kyoto it is obvious that each tree along the sidewalk is manicured, cared for, and nurtured to provide beauty.  They must be even more beautiful in full bloom later in the year.
  • I  walk the halls of Nijo Castle dreaming of the Shoguns walking these paths.  The nightingale floor squeaks in a mellow tune announcing each quest. The wooden floor has felt so many stocking feet.  It has been swept by silk from the bottom hems of kimonos of samarai and shogon.   Yet, the cyprus wood is barely worn.   So many dreams have passed this way.  Like mine, some fulfilled and others destined to remain wisps in our minds.
  • A motor coach ride to Nara to visit the eight temples, shrines, and ruins.  Walking the pathways of Todai-ji Buddist Temple feeding the tiny tame deer.  School children are all over running here and there hand feeding this tiny deer then the next one that butts in to steal a bit of food.  A child giggles and reaches for more tidbits in a small bag. The joy and happiness in the eyes a giveaway to the fun they were having.
  • Within the temple I stare at a huge statue of Buddha.  The sign says it’s the world’s largest Buddha known as Daibutsu.  There are stories about how the surrounding people built this magical place.  A sense of peace surrounds me as I meander among the gardens even with other visitors are walking with me or standing admiring the craftmanship and artistry.  The ride home to Kyoto is filled with smiles and amazed people exchanging excited comments about what they saw and experienced.
  • With the new sunrise I walk the nearby streets.  I am excited to see everything new, even the city workers, all lined up ready to go to work.  All of a sudden they start doing exercises.  It looks like some form of Tai Chi or Qi Gong.  I had heard that exercises  were performed each day before work.  Around the corner from the hotel a Roman Catholic Church is having a mass. The service in Japanese.  I know what was being said and the rituals being performed because of the masses I have previously attended.  It is strange seeing and hearing the mass performed in Japanese.  The parishioners are welcoming and kind to a stranger.  
  • Hungry for a hamburger! Oh yes!  On one of my previous walks I had seen a McDonalds.   I just have to try it.  The menu is of course in Japanese, but I am helped by the pictures of what is being offered next to the Japanese language and price.  It tastes better than any burger I  have ever had.  It was worth every yen I paid for it..
  • My time in Kyoto is running out like grains of sands in an hourglass.  I am going to hate to see the hourglass turnover and return to the world  in which I live.   The experiences of Kyoto and Nara have rushed through my finger tips as fast as the grains of sand in the hourglass. I   have realize I am basically a shy person in these situations.  I am quiet, reserved, observant, and even nervous.  These are strange feelings to me.  They are good for the ego and id.  It is a growing time.
  • Regretfully the hourglass turns.  I return to my real world in San Jose, CA.  I brought back with me cherish memories and have an appreciation of Japanese history and art.


Originally written:  April 12, 1997

I combined a business trip with a personal side trip to Kyoto and Nara.   It was one of those once in a lifetime experiences.    Today, I have an Japanese obi, a wedding kimono and a man’s kimono hanging on the walls of my living and dining room.  I still have a fascination  and appreciation of Japanese culture, history, and art.


  •  Life is simple,
    • Breathe in, breathe out.
  • Life is complex.
    • Share your life with another.
  • Life may be simple.
    • Being alone, just existing.
    • Yet, it is definitely boring.
  • Life may be complex.
    • Sharing brings joy and pain.
    • Each moment there is something new.
  • Life can be simple.
    • Loneliness turns inward toward despair.
    • A vicious cycle begins.
  • Life can be complex.
    • Sharing moves us  out of ourselves.
    • A renewing cycle begins.

Originally written:  April 7, 1997

  • This was written while in Tokyo, Japan at the Okura hotel on business.   It was an interesting business trip that included visits to museums, theatres, and one evening at a night club listening to fantastic Beatles imitators.   Yet, away from family these words came to the surface and had to be written down.


  • I enjoy humor.
    • I enjoy a good laugh.
  • Chuckle, Chuckle.
    • Even if it is a little risqué.
  • Tee-Hee, tee-hee,
    • A quiet little giggle.
  • Ha-haa, ha-haa,
    • A big belly laugh.
  • All of them.
    • One at a time or together.
  • I love to feel happy.
    • To be made or to make.


Originally written:   March 29, 1997

  • A little humor is good for the soul.   I forgot who said that, but it is true.   A good laugh relieves  tension.  I have been told laughter even prolongs life. 


  • They intrude,
    • Sometimes pushing urgently,
    • Sometimes insidiously,
    • Other times gently calling, beckoning.
    • Yes, they take over.
  • Thoughts of you.
    • Are you mad at me?
    • What are you thinking?
    • What are you doing?
    • Yes, they take over.
  • Thoughts of you.
    • When you are near or far.
    • At work or at home,
    • Even at play.
    • Yes, they take over.
  • Thoughts of you.
    • Lovingly or angrily.
    • Thoughtful or in jest.
    • Even playfully.
    • Yes, they take over.
  • They intrude!

Originally written:  March 26, 1997

  • I wrote this poem when on a business trip.  It was noticeable how thoughts of my wife came to my mind.  They definitely intruded when I was in meetings, after the meetings, in the evening or as I was waking up in the morning.