Monday, December 30, 2013

Elaine Cunningham-Dirks


Hi folks. I have some real bad news. Three months ago my wife Elaine was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. She passed away peacefully in her sleep with me by her side early in the morning 12-30-2013. In her last few weeks alive she was able to spend much time with our family which was very important to her because for Laino, family was everything.

Laino was a very loving mate, mother, and friend. No one could ever ask for a finer partner in life. She was the kindest person I have ever known and one of the most capable people I've ever met, bar none. It has been an honor to be her mate. We were together for twenty-two years and I've known her for over half my lifetime. We all miss her so much.

Laino was one of those people who was always moving in four directions at once and so was able to fit a very great deal into her life. She was a jack of all trades and was very accomplished. In life she had been a bartender, waitress, process server, business owner, loan officer, appraiser, paralegal, caregiver, and patient advocate. Many times over the years she worked three jobs at once. Through it all she managed to fit time in for our kids and myself every day.

She is survived by myself, three sisters, two brothers, her son, her step-daughter, two nieces, two nephews, a grand niece and a grand nephew. In life we considered her nieces and nephews as though they were our own children.

Elaine Cunningham-Dirks
1960-2013

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Deep

Deep

When you loose your mate,
your souls match,
the pain you feel
runs so very deep
like a ragged gorge cut
into your heart
with a dull, salt covered spoon.

But I promise you this;
The love and peace and beauty
gathered carefully, gently
by two pairs of hands
bit by bit, piece by piece
from a grand lifetime
of love between two
who know what it is
to live a charmed romance,
runs even deeper far, far into
the brilliant white light
of your soul
and deeper yet, far into
the star filled night sky
that surrounds us all.

Look inward my friend
and look outward
deep into the night sky
it's there for you to feel,
there for you to touch,
there for you to taste,
there for you to see.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Winter Poetry

I'm pleased and honored to let everyone know one of my poems has been published in Brian Wrixon Books new anthology “Winter Poetry.” Here is the link: Winter Poetry

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Song

The Song

You can hear it in the morning
brewing in the coffee pot
As you sit at the kitchen table at dawn
Later in the day, when you're busy at work
You can hear it in the rustle of papers
down at the copy machine
And though you're too involved think about it
Still, you dance along
You can hear it when your wife calls at noon
You say “I was just thinking of you”
And she says “I just thought I'd call”

You can see it in a dogs eye
And in the toes of a tiny kittens paw
You can feel it in the hand of a stranger
As he helps you up from sidewalk
After an icy night fall
Just as you can feel it in the smooth wooden handles
Of old, well worn tools

You can taste it in a freshly cooked cob of corn
Or in the water from a hose
Out in the yard down at the farm
It's the nothing
That makes everything whole
And the something that fills the cool air
Of empty beaches and elementary schoolyards
That makes you want to visit
On Sunday afternoons

Everything that lives, everything that is
Dances a grand dance
And sings a grand song
Living is music
And the secret in life
Is to listen for the melody
And then sing along

If ever you wondered at the gossip
Of a bushy brown squirrel
Or sat in the car with your girlfriend
Outside the airport for two hours one afternoon
Watching 737's take off
You've noticed for awhile
A few of the notes in life's long song
And felt the gentle rhythm
That nudges and twirls us all

You'll never know where you're going
Unless you can tell where you've been
To know where you are right now
You have to learn to appreciate
The things that are right in front of you

From “The Questioning Way”
Dewey Dirks

Sunday, December 15, 2013

For Giving Away

For Giving Away

He showed me two songs
Heartfelt and full of life's
Ironies and aspirations
'Said these two helped me
When I needed a hand
And I'm grateful to those
Who made them
For giving away pieces
Of their heart and glimpses
Of times in their lives
When some muse showed them
How to scribble a moment or two
Or a breath onto paper
For giving away
Then he asked what helps me
I showed him three songs
One that reminds me
We all have hoped sometime or another
For a love lasting and true
One that reminds me of
How life can seem charmed
When true love touches you
And one that reminds me
Some dreams are for living
Sometimes we dream together
Sometimes we each dream alone
Because words cannot convey
And some dreams we dream
are for giving away


Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

White Lines

White Lines

Even though
I've not gone
in quite awhile,
I used to love to take
drives out across
the country.

When I was young,
I'd go all alone
or with a friend
late at night
for drives
with the excuse
of getting a coke
or a vanilla shake
from obscure little
towns ninety
or a hundred miles
away from home.

Driving on summer nights
with the window down
the sound of warm evening air
rushing into the car
wipes clean your mind
and clears your inward eye.
The white lines flow
rapidly towards you
in the headlight beams
and quickly disappear
beneath your car
taking the clutter and jabber
of day-to-day thoughts
with them.

The vastness of the land
and the star filled skies
reach far, far into your soul
and draw out ideas and emotions
as deep and broad
as the skies your journey
takes you under.

Long ago, driving there
far across the Wyoming
sagebrush prairies
roving quickly through corners
thinking speed,
my life took a wide turn
and became philosophy.

Dewey Dirks

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Signs and Wise Child

Signs

Animals in the white clouds
Fortuitous shapes
In a flock of sparrows
Dashing over
To your neighbors yard
Two doors down
Faces in the green branches
Of the forest across the pond
Sun dogs high
In the sky
At three in the afternoon
Fox on a boulder at the edge
Of your yard stopping
To stare at an April
Nights full moon

Signs people see
Signs people dream
Some things you see
Once or twice in a lifetime
Others you see as often
As you care to read
The palm of your hand
Or a deck of tarot
For a friend just up
On a visit
From out of town

The secret of signs
Is that they are just
Nature waving hello
To your minds eye
It is you that give them
Meaning or cast them aside
Like brown leaves raked up
On a cool October evening

The secret of signs
Is that they happen
All the time
They are some of the lullabies
Our mother planet quietly sings
To us all 

Dewey Dirks

 

Wise Child

Each day rise,
Sit at the table
For a few cups
Of good coffee
And soak up
The fine morning air

Put on your clothes
And your best
Working attitude
Astute and mature
Take care of business
As best you can

After the days business
Of paperwork,
And power bills
Is taken care of
Throw off once again
Your age and spend
As much time
As you can
Being as young
As you can

Life is too short and sweet
Not to see it through
The eyes
Of a wise child

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Place To Be

The Place To Be

Many talk of silencing
your mind.
I speak only of becoming
accustomed to knowing
that wherever you are
in your brainbox
just now
is precisely
the place to be
just now.

Become, my friend,
comfortable with
you own
wandering and wondering
and most everything else
will follow soon enough.

Just as long
as you know how to drive,
a brilliant mind
is like a red Ferrari;
It is Gods own joy
to see elegant and at rest,
but it is happiest on a curve
at high speed.

Dewey Dirks

Friday, November 29, 2013

Touching Souls

Touching Souls

One of the characteristics
of most humans is that they
ordinarily are quite reserved
of themselves when they meet new people.
They put on their best public
face and put their best foot forward.
Only rarely do they place their heart
on their sleeves and tell what is
in their soul and really on their mind,
speaking little of their real worries
hopes and dreams.

When two people are alone together
and tell each other what is really
on their minds and in their hearts,
their souls gently touch.
What is divine in each of them
gives the other a sacred
piece of themselves
and an unbreakable connection
between them is forged.
Ordinarily, people only share
of themselves in this way
a few times in their lifetime,
with their very best, very closest friends
and with whom they fall in love.

Try, my friend, for one month wearing
your heart and soul on your sleeves.
Show who you really are to the next
three people you meet.
You will find giving of yourself
in this way is an extremely powerful
emotional experience
and after you've done it a few times
it becomes addicting
in the best possible sense of the word.
When two people touch souls, they are compelled
to empathize deeply with each other
and look upon each other forever after
as one of their closest confidants.
If everyone shared of themselves in this manner
with just three new acquaintances each year
and then looked upon as friends,
the friends of their new-found confidants
soon everyone in the world would find
they could not bring themselves
to harm one another because
of the new-found compassion
between everyone.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Sun and Hurricanes

Sun and Hurricanes

Sometimes the way
is gonna be hard and rough
no matter which way you go.
Times when taking a shortcut
only means exchanging
one hard line for another.

Some problems are lodged
in the past for you
to muddle over when it's quiet.
Other problems are right
in front of you
for you to struggle with now.

It's true you cannot
change the past
but you can change
the way you look upon it
and sometimes the only way
to get through the present
is to alter the way you look at it.
When the way is hardest,
the freedom you have to create
a different view for yourself
can be the only thing
that will carry you
through sometimes.
The freedom to change
your point of view
can be magic if you let it be.

They say contrast
deepens most everything.
Everyone has
their share of chaos inside
and every life runs
into its fair share of storms.
One consolation of trouble
is that without all the
howling winds and two-by-fours
flying by you from time to time
whatever kindness you
happen into along the way
would seem hollow
and the beauty and grace
you come across
would only be as so much wallpaper.

For some,
who have happened to notice
the universe looking back at them,
no matter what goes on after that
if they take pause, they can feel
the gentle touch of grace in the air,
the creativity they feel in their veins
becomes the kind hand of life
touching their mind and heart
and the full breadth events
they see in all the world around
becomes part of the soul of life itself.

Life would not be the life
we each live without both
bright August suns
and terrible hurricanes.
Most often,
what you happen to see
depends on where
you choose to stand.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, November 24, 2013

In The Questions and No Difference

In The Questions

We live in societies
where a whole
lotta people spend
a great deal
of time pretending
to have answers
they don't really have
and there are
many who think
to themselves
“If I find all
the answers
I won't have
to worry
anymore.”

Things will be
much easier if you
grow accustomed
to not having
all the answers.
To be human
is to ask questions.
Before you
can find
any answers at all
you have to ask
a lot of questions
because, you see,
the answers
are found
in the questions.
So, if the answers
you find
don't lead to new
questions
You're probably not
doing it right.

We live in a mystery
wrapped in an enigma
floating gently
in a vast dream.
Life itself, my friend,
is in the questions.

Dewey Dirks


 
No Difference

Sitting in the quiet
with a silent mind
basking in the stillness
of an idle moon.

Creativity
in the act of creating.
Working hard
figure, figure, figuring.
Busy days
with a ways
yet to go.

Yin, Yang
each come and go.

No difference
when you're you
being you.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Bad Advice, Good Advice

Bad Advice, Good Advice

I once heard someone
say, “Don't let anyone into
your inner kingdom
unless they come with love.”
This was probably born
of the same logic that advised
“Never say you're sorry.
It's a sign of weakness.”

One of the things that
I've learned
is that many times it takes
enormous inner strength
to say “I'm sorry.”
That is why many people
have such a hard time
admitting they've
been wrong.

As for letting someone
into your inner kingdom---
I've found over the years
that there is a wonderful
magic that comes
when two people
share pieces of their souls.
The more often you do it
the more you find
you want to do some more.
It is addicting as love
and just as sacred and beautiful.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Sea of Friends

Sea of Friends

If you extend
your compassion
and consideration
to all life,
not just a few humans,
you'll find yourself
living in a sea
full of companions
never to be lonely again.
Wherever you go
you will always
find yourself
among friends.

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Cancer

The Cancer

When someone you love has the cancer
the chips are all down
and the shit really hits the fan
but it happens in slow, slow motion---
It means days, weeks, and months
of terrible bad pain
that puts bare hearts stretched
all the way out on the cold iron racks.

You find out how much strength
we humans really have,
how deep the touch of a hand
can reach,
and how very kind
the silence in your soul can be.
But, Lord God! help us all
what a way to learn.

Dewey Dirks

Monday, November 11, 2013

Three Macrocosms

Three Macrocosms

The universe is one thing
made up of many things,
some parts of which
are alive
and some parts of which
have no need
to obey that laws
space and time.

Our science tells us
that our bodies are home
to many billions of microbes
that contribute to our well being.
Likewise, if we look inside the cells
that make up our bodies,
the mitochondria within
are said to have as much
in common with bacteria
in the world around us
as with our own bodies.
A human is one entity
made of many entities,
and some parts of our spirits
do not need to obey the laws
of space and time.
Call each person a living colony
just as the universe around us
is made of grand colonies
of star systems that we call galaxies.
In all probability, our mother planet
is herself alive
and our universe
is also full of other planets
themselves alive.
Each galaxy a giant colony full of life.

The vastness of the universe
is reflected in our bodies
when you look at it from
the point of view
of a microbe or a single cell
A second time
the vastness of the universe
is reflected in our imaginations
--each mind a home
to its own cosmos of thought
And a third time the universal spirit
is reflected in our own souls.
Three microcosms each reflected
in a larger macrocosm
Each microcosm, a macrocosm
from the point of view of the life inside.
Sliver sparks of life and spirit connect
us all to one another
just as the lives of many green leaves
are connected
to the trunk and branches of one great tree.

We all are born, live, love, strive and die
on one tiny drop of life
in a vast, vast ocean alive.
Each of us a drop of life even smaller.
All the more a waking miracle when we see
that we each are organic colonies of life
gifted with the ability to imagine and discover
the shapes and forms of the universe
around us and in us all.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Longest Journey

The Longest Journey

They say the longest journey
is the one you take into yourself.
I promised myself at nineteen
that I would take
the long way home
not knowing at the time
exactly what that might mean.
So, I've traveled
over the last fifty years.
the winding roads inward
many times over
and I've discovered
new things to know
every single time.

One of the things I've learned
is 'as without, so within,
likewise, as within so without.'
and I've learned that living
can be divided into two parts---
Times to pick up
what you believe, and act
and times to put down
what you believe and learn.

Whenever I hear someone say,
“I know myself pretty well,”
I can kinda figure
what they really mean to say is,
“I know just enough about myself,
to feel comfortable with how I imagine
myself to be.”
...and I can tell there are probably
quite a few forests
they have not yet wandered wondering,
and quite a few mountains high
they have yet to cross over.

Good to know, inside we each
are as simple as a single
second of silence
yet at the same time
as vast as all the sea of stars at night
and just as full of mystery.
If you don't spend
a fair amount of time,
in a state of wonder,
like a young child
you've likely got a ways
yet to wander.
Put down your preconceptions
and set your sails as high as you can.
Grand and uncharted
the sea awaits you, my friend.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Her Voice

Her Voice

Tonight I sat down
at the kitchen table
and lit a cigarette
to take a short rest
from the days work.
It was quiet
around our home.
Nala, my nieces
dog lay on the floor,
Mao-Mao, our white cat
sat by my chair.
A storm was brewing
and I could hear the wind
in the trees outside.
Back in the bedroom
I could hear my wife
talking on the phone
with her sister.

Even though I've heard
over the last twenty-five years
her conversations
ten-thousand times before.
I was suddenly struck
once again at how much
I enjoy hearing her lilting voice.

You know, some things
just never get old.
I've listened to her talk
for half my lifetime
and gladly will
enjoy hearing her voice
for the second half too.

She is my mate
and her voice improves
upon the beauty of the Earth
like the gentle rain
on the window at night
or a songbird
singing in the trees.
Her life, her love, her voice
are worth all the world to me

Dewey Dirks

Friday, November 1, 2013

Big Changes

The Big Change

Big changes are headed our way.
People in countries all around the world
are rising up in protest against
economic and political systems
that reward corporations
and the privileged 1% while mistreating
the environment
and the remaining 99% of their people.

It is upon our generation and the next
to re-organize our world into
systems that are fairer
to the people, less oppressive
to the poor and underprivileged
and that don't harm
the environment around us all.

1% talking-heads on the wide-screen TV
say our peoples revolution
is going nowhere because we have
no 'endgame plan.'
This, of course, is non-sense.
After all, that's the way revolutions go.
In 1789, when the French began
their revolution they had no 'endgame plan,'
they just knew the system they had
was oppressive and they knew they had
to throw off their chains in order to be free.
At the beginning of the American
revolution in 1775, those who rose up
against their oppressors had only
vague ideas about what the end-result
of their revolution would be.
As our revolution progresses, our path
to a better world will become clearer
and when the time comes we'll know
what we need to do.

Right now, we know if we don't start
to make big changes
in the way we our societies do business
our children will all be living
in tents by cesspools in a hundred year time.
And that, my friends, in enough knowledge
to know it's time act.

Dewey Dirks

Monday, October 28, 2013

Freedom of Thought

Freedom of Thought

Freedom of thought
is as broad
as the world
in which we live.

There are as many
opportunities to choose
as there are concepts
to think about.
This can be frightening,
because it means
there are no holy ideas,
no sacred institutions
to hold onto,
but this uncertainty
merely reflects things
as they actually are.

All nature is a malleable,
dynamic environment
where change is unceasing
and nothing is spared
the winds of transformation.

Virtually everything
anyone knows in life
are a big collection
of guesses.
Remembering this
keeps you prepared
for the shifting sands of life.
When you are always willing
to reconsider what you believe,
your mode of existence
is better prepared
to accommodate
the chaos that is life.

Dewey Dirks ---adopted from “The Questioning Way”

Friday, October 25, 2013

The Visit

The Visit

One night many years ago
at a very difficult time in my life
I lay down after a hard and exhausting day.
My mind rumbled and tumbled
over the days problems for a long while
but after a time, I feel asleep.
Soon, my troubles washed away
and began to dream.

In my dream, I decided
I wanted to visit God.
In a moment, my body lifted
towards the city night skyline.
Slowly, I began to journey
first out above the city,
then high, high into the sky
out past the moon, out past mars,
then faster and faster, in no time at all
I was beyond Jupiter
then I was past the solar system
traveling faster and faster, out into the galaxy.
I journeyed deep into the night
always faster, past endless stars.

Soon I was going so fast
the stars blurred and disappeared
and I found myself deep, deep into darkness
at ever higher speed.
Then far, far in the distance
I saw a tiny shining star
and I realized the star was to be my destination.
As I traveled farther and farther,
the light began to grow in size, and I realized
the only reason it appeared small was because
it was so far away.
Then I began to hear a soft hum
far in the distance.
Moments later, I realized the sound
was a woman singing
a beautifully lilting Sanskrit song.

As I traveled closer, the light grew and grew
In seconds I could see it was larger than a planet
larger than the sun, larger than a solar system
larger than a galaxy, larger than anything
I could have ever imagined.
Suddenly I was there
and my pace slowed.
I could see others rising
into the gold-white light, just as I was
and I realized I was a soul that was merging
with a thousand-billion other souls.

Now inside the light, just as a infant merging
back into his mothers womb,
I floated in warm and soft
immeasurable compassion and kindness.
Perhaps a moment, maybe an eternity
I don't know how long,
I dwelt there as a single tiny drop
in a vast ocean of love.
After a long, time I heard a voice gentle and kind
speak softly to me.
She said, “You may have whatever you want.”
To this day, I'm not sure what I said to her
or how long I stayed.
I don't know when I left her,
but in the morning
I awoke in my room forever changed.

In the following months
my thoughts kept returning to my dream
and I realized my journey had been
inward as much as it had been outward
and that the great shining star I had visited
was somehow inside me
and outside me at the same time.
I soon realized as well that if such a place
existed in me, it must exist
in everything else that is alive
from the largest whale
down to the smallest microbe,
because, after all, I'm no more special
than billions upon billions
of other people and creatures.
I began to look at everything around me
with the new eyes of someone
who had been shown immense compassion
and could now see it in everything else too.

In the long years since,
I've seen many good times
full of love and laughter
with those I care about deeply
and many hard times too
full of terrible pain and strife
but even in the darkest hours I've been through
there always has been silver cords of hope
for me to hang onto
and a special sort of kindness that
that seems to envelope me like a cocoon
wherever I go.
Every day that I happen to look for it,
I can see a subtle pearlescent air of grace
that permeates all the world around.

The years have taught me to keep an eye out
for the unexpected and unusual
and I've learned that I can find joy
peeking out of all sorts of places
when most need it and when I least expect it.
Time after time, I've had the good fortune to notice
things that you'd have to see for yourself to believe.
To this day, I don't know exactly what or whom
I visited upon all those years ago.
Was it my soul meeting the universal soul?
I don't know.
In the fullness of time,
I don't know why or how I have been
graced by the experiences
I've happened to have had
but I know what it is to feel joy,
and I am forever grateful.

Dewey Dirks