About Henri Ferguson

Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author's inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.

When This is All There is

“Though much is taken, much abides”Ulysses ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson 1833We focus on loss when something is taken away,the glass on the table is unquestionably,half empty, we can see this;we sense lessfocusing on what is no longer there,we prolong and amplify,senseless: Glass half empty meetswhat’s left?meetsnot enough,meets,diminished,meetsfear,meets,glass half empty,meets,what’s left...etc  until... from our core, spontaneous compassion ignites infernos within, whereLovemeetscourage,meetsfaith,meetstrust,Fanning [...]

By |2012-11-24T10:15:00-07:00November 24th, 2012|Comments Off on When This is All There is

Thy Will Be Done

His high endeavors are an inward light, that makes the path before him always bright. ~ William Wordsworth Bumps beneath the blanket,outcrops in the stream,we are allin the big picture;Inextricably linked,cogs in the wheelsof cause and effect.  Our separateness;mental constructsof ceilings in believing,first rites of refusal,spawningfunnels of desolation,in now or never land.  Choices vaporizeas polarized perceptions narrow,scrambling to recoverwhat was [...]

By |2012-11-23T12:58:00-07:00November 23rd, 2012|Comments Off on Thy Will Be Done

This Crucible of Love

"Love is the closest thing to magic" This crucible of love,where the heat of unrequited passion,distills wistful and vacuous heart vaporsto a reduction ofhollow and sterile aphorismsleaving only a sticky residue,of disenchantment and regret,calcinations of covetousness,laced with,infatuation and frivolous intent. With surgical precision, dissecting lust and love,reducing to cinders,metal from mettle,bravery from bravadothe alchemist’s Waterloo,a deflective cadenceresolving to [...]

By |2012-11-21T10:17:00-07:00November 21st, 2012|Comments Off on This Crucible of Love

Still Waters Run Deep

  Arthur Ferguson April 25, 1920 – June 16, 2003 Dad, Uncle Arthur, Grandpa, Mr. Ferguson are some of the ways he was known to us. This extraordinary man who lived a very ordinary life has left a palpable void in our lives with his passing and left an indelible mark on all who have [...]

By |2012-11-18T09:32:00-07:00November 18th, 2012|Comments Off on Still Waters Run Deep

Your Hungry Heart

"If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love"~Thich Nhat Hanh JD on ice, small talk and ashtrays,mindless conversation,you’re just a castaway,on this sea of life, without a chart.  Your darting eyes throw furtive glances,your emptinesstakes crazy chances,while trying to feed your hungry heart.  Your heart is a lonely hunter stealing softly [...]

By |2012-11-13T08:55:00-07:00November 13th, 2012|Comments Off on Your Hungry Heart

We Call this a Blue Bird Day

"Love is a friendship set to music"~ Joseph Campbell As I pulled on the cord rising blinds gave way to a mind numbing visualof snow capped mountain peaks splashed against a sky unrivalled in blue and pure, triggering a deep and heart rendering inhalation that murmurs this... is home,  on its heels a profound exhalation of tranquil reflection in grateful [...]

By |2012-11-04T12:26:00-07:00November 4th, 2012|Comments Off on We Call this a Blue Bird Day

Love in Action

"On life's journey Faith is nourishment, Virtuous deeds are a shelter, Wisdom is the light by day and Right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life nothing can destroy him; If he has conquered greed nothing can limit his freedom"~BuddhaEverything happens for a reason… ostensibly…the good stuff, the bad [...]

By |2012-10-28T14:41:00-06:00October 28th, 2012|Comments Off on Love in Action

Destiny River

With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Standing on a bridge that spans the North Saskatchewan RiverI’m mystified and dazzled by the splendor of the valley below It takes me where I need to be,opens up my mind to see,I’m dancing down the destiny river. Destiny River takes [...]

By |2012-10-21T13:17:00-06:00October 21st, 2012|Comments Off on Destiny River

It’s Just a Breath Away

"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul" ~ Horatio Spafford The unruffled mindis a serene space,steadfast with claritywhere reasoning resides,and understanding prevails.  Peace is merely a projection on the screen of mindfulnessfrom where it [...]

By |2012-10-19T20:59:00-06:00October 19th, 2012|Comments Off on It’s Just a Breath Away

Grist for Love’s Mill

“Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.” ~Paulo CoelhoYour silence thunders with clarityunrivalled by words.I withdraw, regroup,arriving at these conclusions;This is my stuff not yours,my inability or refusal, perhaps both,to let sleeping dogs lie,and merely honor that which wasbut is no longer.We [...]

By |2012-10-11T10:02:00-06:00October 11th, 2012|Comments Off on Grist for Love’s Mill
Go to Top