Do-Be-Do-Be-Do
Copyright by Dan Windisch 5/15/00 drdanw@earthlink.net
Dr. Dans Theorum 1 of Mental Health...
is simple...
do-be-do-be-do.
We do, then we be, then we do...
do-be-do-be-do.
A dance of shining, then reflecting,
sun, moon,
kissing, being kissed,
laughter, echo of laughter cherished in a
canyon,
givng a massage with creativity and joy,
receiving a massage with thankful awareness,
lover and beloved,
digging old brown dirt with rich smells and
muscles bulging,
then sun on your skin... and lazy red
colors flowing through closed eyes,
yin and yang.
Accomplishing, letting go.
Amerika a do-do society,
India a be-be society.
Balance buddy!
We know how to do...
goals, priorities,
datebooks, contacts, objectives,
brainstorming,
teambuilding, incentives, rewards, salaries,
hard-driving, competition, busy at all times,
take-no-prisioners, never be a loser, the
one with the biggest toys wins....
but
at the end ...
or in the middle ...
an aching emptiness.
Is that all there is Alfie?
We, as a So-sigh-a-tee,
simply dont know...
how to be.
Heres how I be,
when I be my best ...
by living moment to moment ...
between the busy-ness ... e-turn-all-ee,
Walking to a meeting,
i feel the air between my hand,
get lost in the moment,
slide great-fully, gratefully,
into its eternity... then bounce back
Re-freshed,
I walk on.
The wind touches my face cool and gentle,
then moves on...
... moment cherished.
Muscles in legs contract, i feel them move,
the Power, the Organization,
axons fire,
muscles contract and release, a symphony of
balance, electricity, contraction, expansion, and I, balanced
above it all, marvel at the unconscious orgiastic orcheastic...
beauty of it all.
the awesome wonder of it flawlessly all,
overwhelms me ...
then I move on.
At home i vacuum the rug and listen to the
answering machine.
Then the wonders begin...
The taste of a grapefruit, sweet, stronger
than ever my most cherished memory of it,
overwhelms me.
The feel of water pounding through multiple
nozzles onto my naked body
wakes me, thrills me, reminds me even more
of how weak memories are,
how joyous the simple pleasure of water,
how strong the joys of the moment.
Soft, sweet smelling, and CLEAN sheets
thrill me as I crawl into bed.
How great are the moments.
The walk in the woods outside my house.
How busy the ants are in their busy world as
i watch, then walk bye.
Clouds shift and shape o-blow, oblivious of
me,
leaves blown brown in the wind,
an old dead tree stands white stark against
new green leaves,
rabbits lay in the sun, then, nervous, flee
flop away,
A hawk in gentle slow curves with sharp eyes
waits for its next meal,
Frogs sing loud, love, croaking sounds in
waters surrounding me.
I am part of it all. I be.
Do be do be do.