For Friday, I offer some poetry.



on your. . .

on many hands

Ring the bell, sister

Ring it over



blue sky nights

no moon shines

on too many

Ring the bell, brother

gateless gate

open wide

make the sign:  hold the lotus

she blooms in mud



elements of all our lives


on a lily pad

shares your skin

Ethiopian, silken, dark face

an empty bowl land

get out of your

mercedes,  the congo. . .

Agni’s coming, a hot wind blows

Ring the bell, my mother

my father

hold out your hands

cooperation is riches

compassion made an ocean,

deep and wide,

every drop – none lost

every living thing has eyes

Ring the bell, Thay

We are listening

Lilie Allen

Aug 29, 2013



Yesterday, I checked email, looked at facebook, got caught up on internet stuff, and I looked at a political comment made on a site, I won’t mention which one.  It started out ok.  Then, of course, it turned into personal attacks.  I was just about to start tapping in a comment, and caught myself.   Hmm.  What’s this about?  We don’t know these candidates.  If you met them, you don’t know them – you just met them PERIOD.  So, why the personal remarks? You may have an impression of someone, but that’s not knowing them.

It made me think, again.  What in this speaks to me?  Well, it’s about that ‘person I want to be’ thing.  What do I want out of a president, a leader?  Honor, courage, wisdom, patience, compassion.  And, on my part, the recognition that a person can possess those qualities, and they are still human – still have frailties, faults and are subject to making mistakes.  Also my responsibility:  pay attention to the best of my ability, research and understand issues important to self and others, and choose the one I feel best qualifies to address those concerns.  I don’t need to argue, or force my opinion, I have the right to read, listen and vote – those will do.  Things that I am passionate about, I can give money or time; I can volunteer; I can be creative in my ways of expressing support.  And, still I don’t have to call anyone names, degrade or abuse anyone’s reputation – I will make a difference and pass on something better.  What affects one area of your life, encroaches on others.
As always, thanks for stopping by.  May your needs be met, may you be the one who meets another’s need.  Lilie


I have a particular topic for this blog, but first, let me say:

Thank you so very much to Steven L. Campbell, for nominating me for the Reader’s Appreciation Award.  I was, well, I just can’t think of the words – for a writer, that’s something, but it happens.  Thank you.  Please, go to http//:stevenleocampbell.wordpress.com.  Check out what this gentleman has to say.   And, Steven, please read the rest of this, it may explain some things.  My next post, it will be just blogs appreciated and passed on.  Again, thank you so much for your most kind gesture.

Permit me to begin here.  I am often tangential; usually, I connect the dots.

I learned something and received an offer of help, and the help itself.  Right here, on this blog.  It was consciousness, and conscience, opening which is what I am after, more than anything else, these days.    I saw (I’m interested in what you may see?) some things you receive, some things to regard when help is offered and/or given.  I’ll name 3.

1.  It’s personal.  Even when offered by a stranger.  There’s an extension, a connection, a desire for one to provide for another.

2.  It begins as a thought in someone’s mind; is allowed to develop, and the intention is acted upon.  It’s personal.

3.  Help/assistance often has a motive.  Keep reading. . . That motive is often selfless.  Motive does not always have a negative connotation.  It just means something that causes a person to behave in a certain way.  It is very often NOT exploitive.   How, then, is it selfless?  In my opinion, the giver has sparked a primary importance: the recognition of suffering, or need.  He/she believes  in his/her ability to offer to that need.  And, has the courage (it does take courage) to act on that.  It’s personal.

Now, 3 things to remember about that:

1.  It’s personal.  Be respectful.

2.  It’s personal.  Acknowledge value.

3.  It’s personal.  Be kind.

The last in the exchange:  2 things to do

1.  Reciprocate.

2.  Pass it on, in any way that you have the ability (not optional).

Of course, I don’t have to mention that you will feel and want to show you’re grateful; because, you carry that gratitude thing on you – any ‘chips’ being replaced by the daily practice of that, yes?  Yes, we’re trying.

Now, to the how I learned it, and the reinforcement:

My pain of my health condition expresses itself in this negative way:  I am limited in my energy; and, I am embarrassed about this –  my frustration and concentration level.  I work on that through my meditation, but I must be aware of the truth of its present state.  I spend my energy working at yoga, meditation, knowing the human body and the body in motion, reading, knitting, performing ‘home tasks’.  And, that’s about what I can tolerate.  When something extra is added, particularly in certain areas, I can become resistant and frustrated quickly.  Those areas, computer (not kidding), anything to do with computer function and/or function of internet activities.  A wonderful reader Monique Liddle at bendsintheroad.wordpress.com (please, check this out) offered me assistance with reaching out to more audience.  I was, at first, resistant.  I didn’t think I could do it.  I just blog, just write.  I don’t even check out the functions offered at wordpress.  Usually, my patience wears too thin for that.  Monique, offered, and gave me the tip on how to accomplish this.  Then, she was courageous enough to say why this might help me; she stuck with me – a stranger, she offered, and stuck with me to let me get through my own frustration.  She didn’t take it personally; she didn’t give up.

Help, assistance, gives us more, more deeply than the surface.  Please, accept help when offered – even if you don’t follow the advice, or action, accept gracefully, gratefully.  It’s a consciousness/conscience opening act.  Let  it be that.  There’s a reason for it, that connection – it’s personal.   It’s a building block.  It’s a chance to learn to l-i-s-t-e-n with all that there is of you.  Think what that could do?  Ok, now, do the wave with that – lol.

Thanks so much, Monique.

Thanks to all who have stopped by.  I hope something said encourages you, makes you think, makes you see your worth, and pass your words on – tell me about them, so I can.

Again, thank you Steven L. Campbell.  Lol, I have to figure out how to do the award thing.  If I don’t get it, I will, at the very least, post blog sites – there are so many creative, thoughtful, kind and, yes, helpful folks out here.  Lilie Allen


My dad was dying.   He knew it.  He didn’t have much time.  Dad was a planner, and he usually got his way.  Now, he had a plan.  The most important thing, he said to me, was that my older brother be baptized, that he believe in God the way my dad did.  Because, he wanted to be assured he would see my brother again.  Dad wanted to involve me in this.  I watched as he started his plan.  Preaching and talking.  He was becoming discouraged, and was lying in his bed in quiet frustration.

I just sat, too, silent.  I felt  pretty sad over all he was doing.  Then, a thought hit me and the words came out, unexpectedly.  “Have you seen that guy who sits in the chair opposite you, every day?  He notices everything, everybody in the room, while crossing it, before he sits down.  He’s tall and steady; his features are chiseled sharp and strong for who he would be in this life.  This one, he’s the person everybody runs to.   The Rock.  That was before he became a Navy corpsman, and then a Navy SEAL.  One of the elite.  He put himself through college; married a woman of character and good sense; they built a family, and a life, from which you now benefit.”

“This guy, he’s listened to your words and honored you, all his life.   He sits quietly, patiently, with you every day.  He notices everything; watches over and protects you.”

“There sits a remarkable man.  I remember him as a boy.  He followed what you said; what you taught.  He gave his word and he kept it.  Tough and kind.  Don’t you remember?”

“That guy, he’s a remarkable man.  He’s your son.  Isn’t it hard to breathe, when you realize that?  Don’t you want to just lie here and think on that?  This incredible human being  is yours, part of you.  He gives you a sense of belonging, because he is here, and will never leave you.   Don’t you want to know that?  He is here, and he won’t leave.  Don’t you want to know that, and hold him tight?  If there is God, let Him be God.  Love your son, that’s what you do now, love your son.”

That was the mission needing to be done.

Consider what your mission is, and whether it connects with present reality.  Does it truly serve, or are you missing the lesson prepared for you, right in front of you.

Thanks so much for stopping by.  Lilie


I had mentioned we have owls.  Great Horned Owls, a pair of them.  They were living in the neighbor’s tree.  It was interesting to hear them call to each other at night; the funny ‘talk’ they seemed to have, almost like they were laughing with each other.   We did have to watch the small domestic animals in the neighborhood, and we did, all were kept safe.  But, the owls were a beautiful sight.  A reminder how grateful we are to live where we live.  We got attached to them quickly.  Pay attention to that word ‘attached’, will you?

It wasn’t enough for us to see them, to marvel at how close they were.  No, we had to become attached.  We had to want them to stay.  We wanted them to nest in the tree, to have young and to be there, in that tree – ours.  We said ‘our owls’ .  Without even realizing this thought process, we attached.  We expected, projected, made decisions for them, what would make us most happy.  Interesting.  I believe we do that in a lot of situations.  Maybe we should think about that.

The owls  took over a crows nest (owls do that, they take over the nest of other birds, and don’t necessarily make that a permanent home).   The crows got  angry and harrassed the owls.  The owls objected.  We liked the owls because the crows kill and discourage the song birds and the crows make a mess.  The crows cackling and circling and carrying on, finally made the owls look for more hospitable surroundings.   We thought it would go in the owls’ favor.

Now, we know, the owls were here and that’s enough.   We enjoyed them.  What a sight.  And, to see them up close; to see how big they were and how intricate their feathering; marvel at their silent flight.  The owls were here.  That was wonderful.  My husband and I are thankful for that; spending nights on the deck, listening and watching.  We heard not only the owls, but got to know the sounds of our neighborhood; appreciate the night sky, the scent of our lilacs in an evening breeze.  We are trying to realize the moment we are in and what is truly happening in that moment; to do our best in it, play our part well.  And, to let go of anything else.   We are all creatures who worry about what happens next.  Do your best, stand up in the moment you’re given.  You’ll be all set for the next moment.  Love what’s right in front of you – no waiting.  The beauty of life, there really is no waiting.  It’s all happening now.  Don’t miss it.

Peace be with you, and special moments, too.  Thank you so much for stopping by.


I’m usually not too ‘gushy’, but some gush is wanted here.

Thank you to those following the posts.  I have appreciated your blogs, as well.  Thank you, that there are people out there, saying what they believe in – in such positive ways.  You are making a difference.  You are heard, and seen.  May you prosper in your contributions, in your lives.  Thank you.  Lilie