can You find Me? - by Tomas Martin, OPD

The only game of hide and seek that matters
is the one played by you and me.
Can you find me? Can me find you?
Can me and you, I? Only if you find.

This game has rules. You must play always and
in all ways. You can never play out loud,
but only in the quiet of knowing and never telling.

When you find me, you have to tell me without saying a word,
but by saying the word.
What word? The only one you know.
The one that makes sense only to me.
What word? Your word, my word, our word.
One word and many…all words and none.

Can you find me? Do you want to?
If you do, what’s next?
Is that when the game ends or is it
when it all begins?

Have you found all the hiding places? Me?
I’m looking too and search time for you.
I love playing with you.
I live to love finding you. Hello, my love.

The artwork presented - Hide and Seek by Jan Francios Verhas

On Whims - by Tomas Martin, OPD

We walk too often at night,
when we should be sleeping and enjoying our dreams.
We talk too often in sleep,
when we should be listening and enjoying the music.
We fight too often with words,
when we should be thinking and finding the meaning.
We search too often for things,
when we should be seeing and living the dream.

Walking, talking, fighting, searching…whims and wishes, that’s all.

I dream of a garden of joy. So I am in the garden.
Not someday, not later---now.

Of what do you dream? What is a dream?
For me the dream is reality and it is now.
For some the dream is tomorrow, so it will always be.

Too often we are confused about what it is
to wake up. Too often we sleep when we are awake.
Too often we treat our dreams as whims and wishes
consigning them to some unattainable future, making
our now a nightmare.

Too often we forget where we are,
wandering in search of what we already have
in our hands.
Of what do you dream? For what do you live?

Our whims are what make us drowsy. Our dreams are what keep us awake.

The artwork presented - The Fall of Man by William Blake