This is additional footnotes not included in the American Psychologist article that may be of interest: Topics include refinement in what is meant by formal meditation; detached observation; behavioral self-observation reactivity; integrating meditation and behavioral approaches.
DHS Writings
Father’s Day Haiku
by D Shapiro
Dear Precious Children, I received a package a month ago for father’s day with a question on the envelope about my self control: Could I not open it for a month? Are you kidding–asking me, the master of self control!)&#(*$
In the package was a haiku:
Nature and Cycle of Life Poems
by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro
In a not yet still pond,
Myriad reflections of impressionistically painted,
multi-colored leaves…
ripple in slow undulations.
Seeing
by D Shapiro
Seeing
I raised my arms to the vastness of the stars
then gently lowered them to touch the earth
As I did so, my glasses fell awkwardly
over my face, making me look
ludicrous and insignificant.
I cared.
A Play in Four Acts
by Deane H. Shapiro, Jr
Swimming today, jagged rocks. The ocean palpitating like a jelly fish sway or a breast heaving in an act of love. Frightening, it makes me realize how impotent and small I am, like a speck of dust on the vast womb of the ocean’s roaring surface. Yet once my snorkel mask goes beneath, there is calm, still, quiet calm in which the austere, simple rocks which were buffeted above seem to glow in purple growth, small almost iridescent green coral, splendid blue fish swimming beneath the surface.
Johanna’s comment (2023) on “A Play in Four Acts ” (written in Japan, l970):
Really incredible, a vivid description of love-making that is at first highly sensual and then goes completely sideways. It is powerfully written, especially the “exchange” between you and the ant, your final orgasm, and your decision to write. Strong ending – portrait of the artist. Just great. The language is vivid and compelling !) A powerful piece. Love, J
Reflecting
by D Shapiro
a double heron
mirrored in the pond;
something stirs,
its black eye shimmers
in the sky below
In the sky below
its black eye shimmers;
something stirs,
mirrored in the pond;
a double heron
I see; and wake
More nature Poems, J Comments
by D Shapiro
A soft furry squirrel
claws the trunk of a
weeping willow.
The wind frolics with
the drooping limbs,
blowing skyward.
More Nature Poems
by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro
DEWDROP
Hanging from a blade
Of grass, a delicate dew
drop reflects the world