bobklipp

1-11-26

Today let me find and be aware of the goodness of things.

Let me live in a broken heart grateful for the living, not a worried mind,

concerned with me and mine.

I observe two squirrels, busily working through the winter.

They do not question, nor anticipate the weather.

While they are eating to survive, I know they are spreading seeds of life,

and pruning trees.

They are present to their creation.

I feel my heart moving now, stronger, let me not run away to my thoughts.

Let my heart rise, let my mind recede, let me live my life as a guest here,

Grateful for my time.

1-6-26

I cannot escape the sound, the drums of war beat loudly.

Our greed must be satisfied, we can never get enough.

We will go to any lengths to gather more, more, more.

I know the madness of greed, and it lives in me still.

To possess to keep to own, protecting at all costs.

My righteousness my relationships my stuff my habits

my security, more please.

Humility-to give up my desire for more.

12-31-25

Called away, it is moonlight that calls me, the soundless voice.

It touches me now, I do not understand I have no need to explain.

I follow.

It has always led me away from what I know, towards what I do not.

Change comes quickly now, I keep loosing what is tangible.

Finding peace in a reality that is not understood, but deeply felt.

It is all becoming so very beautiful.

Though I am grateful for these moments of rest and appreciation-

I see the moonlight, I feel the call. The road changes ahead.

11-15-25

I wander across the landscape that presents itself.

I do not choose what my life will be, I choose how I will perceive

what is presented.

This morning there is no moon, no artificial light, nothing to hide the

gathering of stars.

I choose to stay, I will not run away, held by the moment.

This moonless peaceful morning slowly passes into memory.

I feel gratitude for the simplicity of the moment.

Coming to understand, gratitude is not just a feeling, it is a perception.

My gratitude cannot be selective, my gratitude must be universal,

Or it isn’t gratitude it is selfishness.

10-28-25

We travelers all, born for the journey, discoverers of creation.

Not hoarders of wealth, nor self-righteous capitalists.

Called by the Great Mystery we follow our hearts, we carry no secrets.

We travel over land, over time, the inner journey the outer experience.

We believe in the Sacred Trust, known only to our souls, finding

expression in our lives, at peace with existence.

10-14-25

I am so glad there is a place for me in the darkness,

My breath comes so much easier here.

Moonlight, starlight, so gentle, the sunlight so harsh.

The nighttime, a good time to be alone, present to silence.

The morning is slowly arriving, I can feel my confusion growing-

anxiety follows.

Moving through emotions, I open the door, I join the day-

I find my place in the reality of now, happy to play my part,

Grateful for the chance.

This moment, this place, this life, these people.

Your world, not my world, thanks for letting me be here.

10-4-25

A prayer for mother earth and father sky,

For our animal brethren, walk crawl swim or fly.

Wandering here below in the land I thought I knew,

How easily the lies are told, how quickly we believe they are true.

Although our dream of the earth has not been lost,

Its’ realization will have a much greater cost.

Not in my lifetime but I pray it will be in yours’

So please keep alive the struggle, at least the dream endures.

10-2-25

Just when you think it can’t get any darker, more light is lost.

There is only one hatred, and that is self-hatred.

Hatred is not natural, it is learned and can be unlearned.

If the hater denies responsibility, it will manifest as self destruction,

or be projected onto others sometimes secretly, sometimes proudly.

It can seem endless because the hater stays ignorant of its’ source, inside.

He believes the source is outside, different, created and re-enforced by the

lies he has learned to live by.

Let me be aware that projected self-hatred is contagious.

Let me not hate the haters, once connected to, hatred is uncontrollable,

and regenerative.

Let me endure, not always with compliance, but always with patience.

Let me be fearless in my conviction for a better world for all the living,

and fearless in my commitment that its’ time is now.

9-18-25

A burst of anger while driving, leads to feelings of discomfort upon arrival.

I don’t get to live my life in little individual boxes of time.

Everything is connected, everything flows, everything happens.

Everything is consequential, everything matters.

Let me not be reactive, let me choose wisely the things that matter to me.

Let my attitude and behavior match my values and aspirations,

not my instincts or emotions.

9-13-25

If you are willing to travel the road from I can’t meditate to I won’t meditate-

You will discover the path of meditation.

9-14-25

Now here’s an idea, Why don’t I stop being afraid so much and enjoy the world?

There is no way to foresee or prevent my death why not enjoy what I’ve been given.

This morning I was out walking before dawn, the silence and darkness were so peaceful.

The gift of the moment, requiring nothing of me.

Beginning to see changes in the trees, colors and falling leaves,

Their seasonal rest is starting, their appearance changing, their beauty permanent.

Everything just feels right, even me in my awkwardness and confusion.

Living in a world of endless discovery and wonder.

8-31-25

Lost in thought, not always a good place for me.

That unhealthy blend of memories and emotions, creating obsessions of “never

and always”, driving my attitudes and behavior.

Let me grow in self-awareness, “here I go again”.

Let those memories and emotions be spoken and released, again if necessary.

Let me be grateful that there is no “my way” in this world, there is only this world,

and I get to be here.

My presence is temporary and not guaranteed.

Let me give up my desire for more.

Let my mind return to present, allowing space for dreams and imagination,

appreciation and adventure, risk and calm.

The trees look beautiful today, undisturbed by this years floods or last years drought,

Untroubled by events to come. All is well.

8-28-25

Guns create cowards –

The brave are unarmed

8-21-25

The great discovery, what I already knew, “I don’t have to follow”.

I don’t have to follow every thought, every judgement, every desire,

every leader, every attraction.

This only, to follow my inner truth, to live my life inside out.

That obscure, silent inner voice that connects me to something greater.

The only home I will ever know, the only peace I will ever have.

It will not be found in the material world.

It will be found in the unknown secret of my very soul.

Look to the trees, they know.

They live in the material world, their consciousness impervious to it.