A philosopher, poet, artist and scientist traveling the nexus where space, time and thought meet. I write haiku, short poems, and brief essays. As a visual artist I have created sculpture, paintings, and drawings. My work has been shown in distinguished galleries. My scientific work includes: medical and academic research, technical research, and software development. Please come again. You may return here using www.muskratchatter.me
Monday, December 2, 2013
Returning to God
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Let's Give War a Chance
1
كَيْ
يَمشِي الحُبُّ
حافِياًيَطرُقُ
أبوابَ الخَنادِق
So that
Love can walk about
Barefoot, knocking at
The doors of trenches.
2
كَيْ
تَلبسَ الفَراشَةُ
واقِيَة الصدرِ
عِندَ بوَّابَةِ كُلِّ زَهرة
So that
Butterflies can wear
Chest armors
At the gate of every rose
3
كَيْ
تُكَشِّرَ الشمسُ
عن أنيابِها
ويَحتَرِقَ الليل
So that
The sun can bare
Its teeth
And the night can burn away
4
كَيْ
نَبدَأبِالعَدِّ
كم رَأساً
نحتاجُ لِنُفِيضَ نهر
So that
We can start counting down
The number of heads
We will need to overflow the river
5
كَيْ
نَحْكِيَ
قِصَصاً لِأَطفالٍ مُشوَّهِين
عن "مُفَخَّخةٍ فِي بِلادِ العَجَائِب"
So that
We can tell the tales
Of disfigured children
About “A booby-trap in the lands of wonders”
6
كَيْ
نتَعَثّرَ
بِأجسادٍ مُنتَفِخَةٍ بِالأحلام
على أرصِفَةٍ سَوْداء
So that
We can stumble over
Corpses bloated with dreams
On dark sidewalks
7
كَيْ
نرى الوَطَنَ
مِثلَ السَفَّاحِيَطعَنُ أيَّامَنَا
على فِراشِ الحُلُم
So that
We can witness the nation,
Like a murderer, stab our lives
On a blanket of dreams
8
كَيْ نرى
الدُولارَ يتَسَكَّعُ
مع امرأةٍ جميلة
فِي ليلةٍ خانِقة
So that we can see
Dollars flirting
With a beautiful lady
In a choking night
9
كَيْ
تَفرِشَ الأمُّ
جناحيها علىأطفالٍ مَذعورينَ
وتَلتقِطَ القنابِلَبِأدعِيَتِها
So that
A mother can
Spread her wings over her petrified children
And catch bombs with her prayers
11
كَيْ تتَسَلَّلَ الوحدَةُ
وتحتَضِنَ الأرامِل
So that loneliness can sneak in
And hold the widows in its embrace
12
كَيْ
نَسمَعَ العَويلَ
مِن عَصافِيرَ
حُرِّقَتأعشَاشُها
So that
We can hear the wailing
Of sparrows
Whose nests have turned to ashes
13
كَيْ
نتَخَثَّرَمعَ الدمِ
ونُترَكَكأرقامٍ
فِي سِجِلٍّ بارِد
So that
We can clot with blood
And be left as numbers
In a cold record
14
كَيْ
يُوشَمَ السِياسِيُّون
عاهاتٍ سوداء
على جبينِهِمُ
المُتَدَيِّن
So that
Politicians can be tattooed
With dark blotches
On their foreheads
Of religiosity
15
كَيْ
نَلتقِطَ
قنابِلَ بشَرِيّة
خلفَأسوارِ الدين
So that
We can catch
Human bombs
From behind the walls of religion
16
كَيْ
نقترِبَ مِن الموتِ
ونتَحَسَّسَأظافِرَهُ البَشِعةِ
فِي ظُلْمَةِ الوطَن
So that
We can draw closer to death
And feel its disgusting claws
In the nation’s darkness
17
كَيْ نبقى
مَحصورينَ
في نُقطَةِ دَمٍ
سقَطَت مِن سُرَّةِ
التاريخ
So that we can remain
Trapped
In a drop of blood
That has fallen from the navel
Of history
18
كَيْ
ننامَ ونَحلُمَ
بِحُروبٍ جديدة
So that
We can sleep and dream
Of new wars
19
كَيْ
تبقى أغانِي الحرب
كعُشِّ الزنابِيرِ
في ذاكِرَتِنا
So that
The songs of wars can remain
Echoing in our memories
Like a hornet’s nest
20
كَيْ
نَسرِقَ لحظَةَ حُبِّ
سقَطَت سَهْواً
مِن جُثَّةِ مجهولةِ الهَوِيّة
So that
We can steal a moment of love
That fell off inadvertently
From an unidentified body
21
كَيْ
ننشُرَ الذُّعرَ
في قُلوبِ اليَماماتِ
وهِيَ تُصلِّي
So that
We can spread horror
In the hearts of doves
As they pray
22
كَيْ
نُلصِقَ وردَةً
على جُثّةِ كُلِّ شهيدٍ
لم يَتَمنَّى الشهادة
So that
We can stick a rose
On the corpse of every martyr
That did not wish for martyrdom
23
كَيْ
نُلوِّنَ العالَمَ
بِلونٍ جديد
خَلِيطٌ
من الدمِ
والقُبحِ
والجُنُون
So that
We can paint the world
With a new color
Blended with
Blood
Ugliness
And Insanity
24
كَيْ
نستَقبِلَ في بُيُوتِنا
ضُيُوفاً
لا نَعرِفُهُم
يحمِلونَ نُعوشَنا
So that
We can welcome in our homes
Guests
Unknown to us
And who carry our coffins
Friday, August 16, 2013
Summer Lightning
Monday, July 8, 2013
My Reason for Joining One Billion Rising for Justice
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
A Wiser Solution
Undercurrents
The Game of Image
what we want to see
and others show us
what they feel
we may love.
We conceal
our tender selves
within our forts,
behind our walls.
Can we ever know
one another. Can we see
in another's eyes
the flow where pretense
does not speak.
When we fall in love,
or make a friend
do we love a portrait
in the end - a collaboration
of two? Can we grow
as we discover who
lives
within?
Patience
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Today's Beginning
far along my path / today is the beginning / of an end now near #haiku #senryu
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) June 23, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Going Home
The excerpts below are taken from a Facebook discussion that might be of general interest. Rich Rose was the pastor of our church.
I find it easy to feel compassion for someone's suffering as long as I am not the target of their wrong doing. It is a great quote but without a manual on how to feel compassion for someone who is persecuting you or who has wronged you in someway, the quote will just remain a great quote and an ideal.
I have found that transcendent experiences of the divine show me the only way to end my suffering is to let God untangle all the knots in my soul with his own energy pouring up through all the channels of my soul to restore me to the being he created. It feels like an ethereal fluid of pure love, comfort and compassion.
Letting this happen is best done with a silent mind. Before anyone writes me off, many Hindus believe this and I think Buddhists also believe something like this. When a soul is fed up with all the false beliefs of finding the perfect friends to love, the perfect partner, the perfect family the soul is ready. When a soul at last knows nothing here will bring the perfect love and understanding sought, and under no pile of riches will love and happiness be found, then that soul is ready to return to God and end all sense of separation. It is at that point the kundalini energy is awakened and the purification (the untangling of the soul's knotted energy) begins.
I woke up this morning with so much energy flowing up through me, more than any time before. I just stayed in bed. God showed me all the tangles. There were many. I have a long way to go. Undoing some tangles seemed to exacerbate my coughing, so the whole thing is done gradually so I can physically remain in this world without too much physical suffering and also accept the new way I will become. Mind, body and spirit all affect each other. They are not separate. Undoing all the tangles I have put there with my perceptions, feelings and thoughts over the length of time I began my separation from God is essentially removing my personality, my earthly identity, everything I believe I am. This is not done lightly. God doesn't want to scare me half to death. We really believe in ourselves as we see ourselves.
Right now the tool I have to cope is to remember to love people without needing them. God told me that one: "Love them and need them not." I keep forgetting as I get caught up in the belief systems surrounding me. I have to keep reminding myself. In one frustrated prayer to Jesus I wanted to know what to do. I was so disappointed in people. I have to admit to being spoiled on God's steadfast, love, comfort, understanding and compassion. He told me to stay in God's love as I have been doing. That is what he said he did. That is how he survived. Although I don't feel his spirit was in tangles complicating his life. I know it is hard for me to stay centered. I have found praying, meditating, and being alone frequently to do this works. My physical illness has actually helped in that regard. I don't have God's understanding of each suffering soul, so I am flying blind. I just have to remember to not think or judge, and take my hurt feelings to God and bask in his love and nurturing and expect nothing from other people. If I forget myself and get caught up in the thinking of the world again I lose sight of God's love, put more tangles in my soul's channels and chakra, making myself miserable, reenforcing separation with even more tangled energy in my soul and creating more work for God to clean up my little thought messes. Writing this has helped me to refocus. Hopefully it can help someone else. I know this may look a little foreign, but it is not as foreign as one might think. God bless you all.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Game of Life
#senryu
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 29, 2013
dancing in the wind /
we play in the game of life /
feeling important
Love's Fire
Soaring high and free,
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 11, 2013
her sweet golden fire
melts winter's snow.
Deep in many hearts,
love is her firey flame,
beauty her inspiration.
Awesome!
All of you are awesome!
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 11, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Watching Myself Think
I found it useful to watch myself think and experience things. Now when I catch myself thinking unhappy thoughts, I can switch to happy ones
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 12, 2013
Mindfulness
#mindfulness #meditation is a practice where you are wholly focused in the moment on exactly what you are doing thinking about nothing else.
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 13, 2013
Follow Your Hearts
Follow your hearts today. Follow intuition honestly balancing fun with responsibility. You may say something another needs. #musktratchatter
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 14, 2013
emerald dusk
An emerald dusk /
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 15, 2013
forest moss lights up the ground /
crouched in its embrace
#haiku
great blue heron
A great blue heron /
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 15, 2013
stands on one leg watching fish /
light brown reeds tremble
#haiku
Love Meditation
Today try remaining in a loving state just for today. If love flees, focus on a loving thought to bring it back. #muskratchatter
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 16, 2013
lilac blossoms sway
wrapped around each branch /
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 18, 2013
thickly lilac blossoms sway /
reverence speaks joy
#haiku
Difficult Times
As I go through difficult times, I know God is there comforting me. God is always there for me, even in the worst of times.
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 20, 2013
summer heat
blooming nearly done /
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 22, 2013
the summer heat now arrives /
as do summer flies #senryu
a peaceful path
my lilac bush blooms /
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 22, 2013
neighbors enjoy fragrances/
peace along my path #haiku #senryu
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Nova Scotia Evening
Monday, May 6, 2013
Eternal Now
in the sun by your kitchen door,
our moment now serene,
we hear the cry of your child,
and so much more.
Her Potential
her sweet golden fire
melts winter's snow.
Deep in many hearts,
love is her firey flame,
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Being in the Moment
Sitting without thought, joy returns in peaceful loving silence. I am tweeting my own experience just now.
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
friends picking mushrooms
A moment from our day for #haiku On the forest floor in tranquil moments we meet friends picking mushrooms.
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 1, 2013
kingfisher
Kingfisher now dives,natures arrow prey to find. Small fish swim. Beware. #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 2, 2013
Prism
@mouselink With our thoughts with our stories we create our inner world until each only sees rays of fractured light leaving so much behind.
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 3, 2013
secrets
In keeping secrets,we long for understanding.Stories die untold. #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 4, 2013
identity
We define ourselves / before our fellows without / understanding why.#haiku #senryu
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 4, 2013
evening conversations
in failing daylight / growing shadows whisper / warm hearts gently speak #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 5, 2013
inspiration
dusk arrives softly / a man sways playing his flute / inspiration soars #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 5, 2013
infinity
an evening summer / infinity fades to joy / astounding a child #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 5, 2013
sun gentled mountains
sun gentled mountains / where I walk winding pathways / shadows whispering #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 8, 2013
anguish trapped
in the heat angered / a drunken man pulls a gun / anguish trapped rings out #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 8, 2013
laughter's stories
on a warm evening / laughing we tell our stories / in a fractured view #senryu
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 9, 2013
a moment stolen
#haiku in dampening chill /early buds sway in the rain /stealing a moment
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 17, 2013
compassion's calling
#haiku sun rising early / raw cold wet drops spring embrace / compassion's calling
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 19, 2013
hawks soar
#haiku with wind wielding wings / hawks soar above warm currents / darkened light flows free
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 23, 2013
three bucks
#haiku quiet autumn dusk / three bucks hold their antlers high / silent majesty
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 24, 2013
a goldfinch's song
#haiku a branch fat with buds / sways with a goldfinch's hop / bringing spring with song
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 24, 2013
evolution's dance
evolution's dance / spring peepers sing with bull frogs / at night magic lives #haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 26, 2013
a moment mattering
#haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 29, 2013
spring peepers singing /
listening we reach gently /
for things that matter
wind playing with buds
#haiku
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) April 30, 2013
wind playing with buds /
birds soar shaping an air dance /
tenderness flowing
a little boy cries
#senryu a little boy cries / rumpled hair across his face / seething all alone
— Barbara Pease (@muskratchatter) May 2, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Come Home to Me
Forever there is no time like now.
Feel free to ask me what I see.
Seeking comfort in compassion
and the deepest understanding,
we crave the constancy of love
Friday, April 19, 2013
A Cold Spring Dawn
images in cold wet drops,
speaking to where I've been,
and those I've seen -
lives tarnished
in grief's long gaze.
At dawn in blue light
I am awake another night.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Machine Talk
iPhone: What can I help you with?
Poet: In raw wind scraped tundra, the snow spring sneers....relentless ice fire pouring across hell.
IPhone: I eschew theological disquisition.
Friday, April 12, 2013
A Pack of Two
Fun touched
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The Maze
holding a cup. Strangers speak.
He looks up. Hesitating, slowly,
forming words without meaning.
Bewildered eyes stare back.
A life lost - the secrets he keeps!
forest floor
in tranquil moments we meet
friends picking mushrooms
evolution's dance
spring peepers sing with bullfrogs
at night magic lives