Archive | January 2021

Homie Want A Tomato?

Not Too Black And White

I can write my damned ass off! Who knows that by now?
Why not cut me some feedback? I’m in awful need.
Infantile is my ego. It craves attention
Even though simply doing this is lots of fun.
I’m more proud than prolific. What case do I plead
For the love made available if I allow?

It just ain’t no big thing I’m obliged to conclude
Yet most things of great size are not easy to move –
Like the free wills of others. Although some succeed
Because they have that something that I lack indeed.
I could write trash like others, but what would that prove?
It may be simply that my perception is skewed.

Give a rat’s ass about something other than news.
Even though it’s historical, watch it from home.
But don’t sit there all day doing nothing but that.
Take in things of some substance. The world isn’t flat,
Nor do I care to see where the crazy ones roam.
I find safety and comfort while in my own shoes.

I can’t see myself stopping this. I’ll continue
‘Til my last day of living. My ego survives
Its acquaintance with smallness on anyone’s stage.
I’ve no role to embellish nor crowd to engage
Sacrilege of relationship. Clarity drives
My wholehearted ambition and all that I do.

Can I Ask Myself This?

The Biggest Question

Intense interrogation is not justified,
Nor is it ever needed, so I can relax
And not see life as too complex to comprehend.
May my question be simple that I may transcend
Past despair and confusion. Self-undoing acts
Unbecoming reflect not who I am inside.

The mind, strangely erotic, will fully indulge
Packages from Pandora to get itself off.
Fetishes unprotected, like questions complex,
Often yield the wrong answers besides kinky sex.
I shall keep the shit simple. Myself I’ll not scoff,
Nor my ego’s illogic I’ll care to divulge.

The earth spins in its orbit. Is this a big deal?
The degree of complexity cannot be known.
Did the sun rise this morning? That’s surely enough
For this mind God made simple that it may rebuff
Convoluted analysis. Let me be shown
What is best for my purpose by how well I feel.

The question of most import is easy to ask
In each moment. The answer comes effortlessly.
“What do I prefer right now that satisfies me?”
Practicing making choices this way is the key

To attracting the life l want. To clearly see
Requires only my focus. I’m up for the task.

Transition

The Current of Change

To Transist is a Function of body and soul.
Through the base thought emitter behavior occurs
From earth’s ground to the positive for history.
So Transist equals Function infinitively.
Technological blurring creates social slurs
Inconsistent with all components as a whole.

That’s how damned complicated the system must be
To ensure the protection of those we elect.
Bullet proofing behavior between love and fear
Is the fast current flowing. Expecting severe
Hostile intent to manifest, all must protect
And defend what we stand for. That’s simple to me…

…Yet too easy to say as what’s fated transpires
And the news networks niggle the narrow escapes
And catastrophes thwarted by sharp eagle eyes.
By God’s grace we’re inventive which surely implies
That we can be a lot more than mean hairy apes
Swinging dick-like in rhythm with hurtful desires.

Just as any Transition from hell to new light
This one mutates significance to the degree
That the Substrate of We The People comes to know
Normalcy electoral, as we are the flow
Become current and rectified powerfully
By renewed faith in government doing things right.

Heritage

The Origin Of All

Before chicken or egg comes the mindset in which
Human nature takes on a grotesque atmosphere.
Tribes among us belonging to no other tribe
But their own feel that they own their negative vibe
That the healthy pick up on. To what they adhere
Is not worthy of mention. It makes the heart twitch.

 Groups of boys are the threat now – as proud as can be…
But of what? Their pure whiteness? Or is it their youth?
Adolescent behavior among grown adults
Was allowed to run rampant with deadly results.
Their gender and stupidity keep them uncouth.
Other groups of color protest violence free.

Still the binary treatment remains in the craw
Of we who were called ‘colored’ way back in the day.
One could say it’s a cancer in our human race
But whatever its name, as a race, we must face
Or be doomed to destruction the proud infants’ way.
It’s not all a surprise that they’re friends with the law.

Heritage is tradition – something handed down
To future generations. All forefathers now
Look upon us from spirit and do not condone
‘Prideful’ acts of their offspring through which it is shown
That their pride, ego based, is perverted somehow.
We’re one part of creation, but we’re not the crown!

The Eternal Turnover

The Passing On of Presence

Somewhere past sheer exhaustion the body must feel
At the end of a good day. It means what was done
Was worthwhile in its doing, whatever the deed.
If I work out the body until it will plead
For relief from hard duty, would I give it none?
Upon its proper rest it will bounce back with zeal.

 If it isn’t complaining it’s not being used.
Then the mind, without knowing, engages in thought
Until feelings about what I’m thinking become
Excellent at complaining. I’ll stay away from
Rationalization and be knowingly caught
In a feeling neurosis, uptight and confused.

When I sleep I should not sleep. In fact, I must die
To the old self completed to be born once more
In refreshing magnificence for the new day.
I don’t need a vacation if I live this way.
Anything done with vigor cannot be a chore.
What I do I’ll enjoy and not think about why.

Preservation is proper for things that are dead.
Life can only be nourished and put to good use.
If it is not performing in some moving way
The bored body will buckle. The price that I pay
Is to keep it complaining. The work I produce
Is then worthy and great even if it’s not read.

Imagine…

Outward Insight

All material reality come to be
Is of most sacred substance – the good and the bad.
All is bathed in divine feminine energy.
Animated by her life force naturally,
Not a thing in the universe can make her sad
For its laws are enacted by her completely.

Powerfully erotic the energy feels.
Blissful intoxication is possible when
One taps into her flow through well-tested techniques
Practiced worldwide by gurus. The wise student seeks
Guidance and assurance from someone who has been
Through the processes many times as life reveals.

 But for we fettered lay folk by habit removed
From the effort and discipline that it would take,
The way all may gain access, the well-trained and not,
Is through imagination. The principles taught
Energize it and keep it from growing opaque
So when practiced, perfection is greatly improved.

Destructive and maternal, at once intertwined,
Goddess warrior justice is hers by default,
As she is mother nature and mother of all
That exists to behold – the immense and the small.
It’s a pleasure to have all of that to exalt.
I’m at peace with what is and how it is designed.

Team Designer

With Critical Taste

Making costumes for heroes with super powers
Is a job taken seriously yet with grace,
Which she seems to show sometimes, but not quite enough
For the ones who work with her. They think she’s too tough
On herself and on them. She takes charge of her space.
She’s the best at what she does… just as she prefers.

Talented yet demanding, her will to create
Is uncommonly focused. Her work is her pride.
Successful and eccentric, she shows some concern
For the ones that she cares for. They may then discern
A sense of her humanity somewhere inside
The well-structured persona so rigid and straight.

Heroes throughout the universe and a few gods
Are among her best clientele. Her work is known
And admired by the many who offer her praise
For her magical costumes that work well most days.
Self-assured in her brilliance, she does hold her own
In her world of excitement against all the odds.

An acclaimed Team Designer, and one of the best,
Confidence she’s acquainted with intimately.
One would not want to cross her for fear of her wrath.
Most courageous heroes wouldn’t dare cross her path.
Nothing short of perfection is what people see
In a woman with whom most others are impressed.

Clearing The Air

Revealing A Bettier View

To resolve any problems and settle the facts
Of the case between entities is to wipe clear
The imagined transparency of dirt and grime
And debris it accumulates after some time.
What is seen before cleaning consumes me in fear
That I am one of many unnatural acts.

“There will be times of tension,” my mother told me
When I was but a wee one, but I understood.
If I’m conscious, it can be used creatively.
Compromise and commitment are learned easily
If the focus directed is meant to make good
On avoidance of conflict. It’s how life should be.

The acquired open enemy’s thoughts are revealed
And give me confirmation ill feelings run deep
Among too awful many for fuzzy warm bliss.
I’ve encountered their cold. There is nothing I miss.
I do not own the sickness to feel hurt, then weep.
My Bopeep nonexistent requires no such shield.

How do I set the tone among people at large
For our safe interaction given what is known?
The answer, trite and meaningless, is to remain
As detached from ill harm as oneself can sustain.
The advantage I have is I’m happy alone.
I can deal with myself, and each one can take charge.

A Safe Path From The Past

Sole Escape Route To Survival

Bittersweet is the taste of a triple play win.
All three pillars of government have become blue.
But the danger still present will not go away.
What we most have to deal with was put on display
For the world and our ugly selves. Those acts of few
That resulted in murder are graver than sin.

We know what’s at the root of the insanity
Of the disgruntled millions who want to see change
Back to Civil War times when the lives of value
Were those only of white men. The rest of us knew
To succumb to the mindset or something not strange
Like a hard public whipping is what all would see.

  We’re a nation divided. This isn’t fresh news.
But it must be accepted, examined, and owned
Lest the cycle continue on unendingly.
Hatred isn’t unique to us, but others see
How in us it is triggered and widely condoned
Easily and with vigorous will to abuse.

And thank goodness for Georgia, the state of the peach
And of powerful women who turn their defeat
Into something miraculous nationally.
It is my time to celebrate, but I must be
Cognizant of the dangers most real and concrete
Among people ensnared by the values they breach.

Natural Hero

Mutual Family Pride

The impressions of many close adults impact
Those who God made receptive. The guidance they crave
Comes from adjacent others. Parents and teachers
Are their most steady resource. This clearly confers
Upon them the term ‘hero.’ They’re looked to as brave
For how life affects them and how well they react.

 If you want your children to be a certain way,
You must be that way yourself. All parents know this.
What endears children to everyone is their joy
And unfettered exuberance. Each girl and boy
Is a master performer in natural bliss
If indeed this is what those around them portray.

You must be far more joyful and exuberant
Than your children are, since this is what attracts them.
If they see us primarily pissed and stressed out
They’ll conclude life is that way. Why would they have doubt?
 It’s not you but it’s life you teach them to condemn.
Some of us can be heroes, but some of us can’t.

Why would children have anything to do with me
If I did nothing but find a way to complain?
I must represent life because that’s what they are.
If you’re not quite the hero but not very far,
Just remember they’re not into sorrow or pain.
Take a tip from a lowlife of society.

Flight Into Transformation

Marching Through Anticipation

Capable of profound transformation and growth,
This most sensitive creature is cleaver and wise.
Dangers that are of nature, like menacing birds,
He will mitigate not with the power of words,
But with elegant trickery. And for his size,
He’ll engage his opponents and make fools of both.

One must be self-sufficient in eager pursuit
Of the path one must follow to its rightful end.
We need not be aggressive. A sense of humor
And a conscious awareness are parcel and core
And sufficient for living ‘til time to ascend
To the height of our being our most resolute.

A harmless caterpillar is one protected
By its own self-defenses until it can fly.
On the way there’s a big change that has to take place.
It will do that with honor – never in disgrace.
Does it know that some day it will take to the sky?
Or does only the next moment lie just ahead?

Outmaneuvering obstacles scattered my way
With creative endurance is worthwhile advice.
So I take it in earnest, record in delight,
And end this perfect day with these words that I write.
Waking up as a butterfly, is but the price
That I’d pay for the start of another fine day.

Home Is Where The Toilet Is

Hearth Of The Waste

When the bowels need to move there’s no solace like home.
Anywhere else but there is profusely obscene.
Public places provided for people at large
Are a blessing. They help anyone to take charge
Of the business of flushing the full colon clean.
When the call comes, you don’t want a forest to roam.

But at home is the perfect place and much preferred
By most humans. It’s simply a matter of taste.
For some creatures the great halls of congress are fine.
Only those like them would call their actions benign.
Animals of this nature who speak with their waste
Reenact racist sentiment and without word.

I keep my shit in one place. It isn’t out there
Where the public may smell it. It’s not that I’m shy.
There’s no place like the toilet for madness and hate.
If folks did this in private their shit would be straight.
If they call themselves human then one must ask why
They see life from the toilet and don’t seem to care.

 Where the heart is is home. I know that beyond doubt.
Like my home and most others’, it’s where love is born.
And from there it is nurtured so that people grow
To certain understandings. Some acts are below
Those of civilized humans, and only forewarn  
Of the odor among all with feces to tout.

That Self…

The Ultimate Frontier

The true self and its searching for makes for the mind
Wasted time better spent working out the details
Of the fake self’s insistence that it is for real.
Is the human condition a thing I can feel?
Does my alienation from all that prevails
Give my soul ample reason to shun the unkind?

To That self which one truly is… life undefined
Is the best starting off point for rational thought.
Schemes and crafted abstractions can separate more
Life from its full experience. There is no door
Between true self and all else, so when it is sought
Effortlessly its finding is righteously kind.

Freedom does have a dizziness. Angst and upset
Are the highlights of living where now billions roam.
Consciousness of one’s being and all this entails,
Not adhering to structure that often times fails,
Is the thing of importance. That self is my home
So I must be at one there, but I’m not there yet.

Life comes not with a manual, but there are ways
That I can accept guidance as it all takes place.
Ever searching for my place in all that exists
As the life force and presence throughout me insists,
Meaning touches my being but does not embrace
Anything of my true self immune to malaise.

The Chant

Natural Rythms

The pure sound is superior to spoken word.
If I touch but the word, I touch only meaning.
But to contact creation, the unfettered voice
Is one method approved of by popular choice.
An alignment transformative chanting will bring.
A relaxed and refreshed state is greatly preferred.

Giving meaning to everything, verbal software
Floods the mind – the fine fuel pump of rational thought –
With too much information of value only
To the abstracted ego. The not side of me
Benefits from no meaning much more than a lot.
Words have their place but often the mind they ensnare.

The essence of creation is what is called sound.
It has no other meaning than that it exists.
The blueprint of creation is contained within
And throughout all the universe. All are akin
To the basic vibration which surely consists
Of all that is perceivable everywhere found.

There’s no meaning in meaning. The sense that I make
Of the sounds that surround me is simply not real.
The vibration is heard and felt. It offers peace
To myself, and it is but the proper release
Of whatever tension the ego may conceal.
Beneficial it is for feeling more awake.

An Inspiring Race

Affirmation In Unison

Strong attachments to others connects them to all
Citizens of the universe. Easily thrilled
By successes of others as well as their own,
They make friends with a passion. Their power is shown
To be that of their spirit wherein they’re fulfilled.
They are big-hearted creatures in packages small.

Their apparent reality, though incomplete,
They interpret excitedly in ways unique.
Cherishing new experiences, they profess
Adventure throughout galaxies. That is unless
The claw god that they worship and in hope they seek
Does not grant them salvation. Yet they stay upbeat.

Out-of-this-world commitment to lending a hand,
They transcend common virtue and blocks of the kind
That prevent loving kindness to enter the heart.
With expressive devotion they each play a part
In the process of healing what has been maligned
Through the rigor of getting the mind to expand.

Socially oriented and naturally
Telepathic, the peace that they offer is real
To the senses and psyche. The joy that they know
Sanctifies every lifeform wherever they go.
They Exist, so there’s reason for their great appeal.
Reflective curiosity satisfies me.

One Thing

Unfettered Focus

Concentrating on One Thing is all I need do
Then all else will be handled without my concern.
I can trust that it works, as I’ve done this before.
Blissfully I’ll continue to feel even more
The seduction of pleasure my soul doth discern
Through the magical mist with abundance of hue.

The One Thing I must focus on is how I feel.
I need not get specific… at least for right now.
Simply thinking of nice things that elevate me
Gives sufficient momentum to keep me happy.
From an ecstatic state I am free to allow
Dreams and wishes to manifest and become real.

Each arousal of spirit within me invites
Clarity and alignment to wash over me.
Let the true self in nudity gently partake
Of the pleasure that only surrender can make.
May my fears about failure leave me completely
And my spirit ascend to most ultimate heights.

One Thing safe to rely on when feeling strong need,
Or the lack of some wanted thing, is to adjust
My emotional setpoint to a frequency
That ensures I’m attracting what’s most right for me.
Getting intimate with the true self requires trust
That the consummate union can only succeed.

In The Interest Of Service

The Habitual Being

The trustworthy old gentleman practiced and sure
Is an asset most treasured by the family.
When the Madame requires him to write up a will
He’ll rely on his expertise and awesome skill
To provide what is needed most desperately.
She is lucky to have found someone who’s mature.

Both discrete and provocative, odd are his ways
Of conducting most business. His good memory
And attention to detail are masterful tools.
Not committed to following all of the rules,
He commands a uniqueness others clearly see.
His professional nature is worthy of praise.

Blessed with able longevity and a kind heart,
Not a task he surrenders to feelings of lack.
Staying forever young both in heart and in mind
And without conscious effort means that he’s refined
So he will not engage with people talking smack.
It’s a waste of his time because they’re not as smart.

Competent as a lawyer, he knows that laughter
And a fun-loving attitude go a long way
In maintaining commitment that brilliantly shines
Through the cracks of establishment and redefines
The way work can get done so there’s more time to play
In the way nature meant and how he would prefer.

The Not Civil Cold War

Eternity of the Feud

We’ll go off and do our own thing. We don’t need you!
Monarchy is a menace. We don’t want a king
Or a queen to rule over us. We Declare War.
Virgin land we will conquer. Our will to explore
We inherited from you, and now it will bring
What we’ll call a new nation. The time has come due.

But we’ve taken you with us along with some things
To make us look inclusive and of open heart
As the ones used as tools by the sweat of their backs
Build the wealth of our nation that we may relax.
And because they’re not like us, we must say apart.
Is this not the behavior of rich queens and kings?

It has taken a short time for us to evolve
To the point where dissension among us is felt
With regard to ‘the other’ who must be maintained
As our psychic scapegoat. And it must be restrained
Lest the ice in our reddish blue blood starts to melt
Which becomes then a catastrophe to resolve.

Civil War is a coldness declared in duress
By the now needy nation whose face the world sees
As grotesqueness united in having no shame.
What is human about us cannot make us tame.
Our bone-chilling behavior does make the heart freeze.
It’s too cold to be hell. Can I feel any less?

The Magnetic State

The Mood of Attraction

I can’t be a mixed bag of conflicting desires
If I want to get something that I’m striving for.
Intermixing of scattered vibrations only
Make an energy field that’s as weak as can be.
When I focus intently it can bring me more
Than an iron core embraced by a few layers of wires.

So this Law of Attraction, as I understand,
Is an infinite vortex that processes all
The requests that are made, whether foolish or wise,
Of we creatures on earth. What this clearly implies
Is that what happens to me is truly my call.
Consciousness, by free will, will contract or expand.

Tuning to a high frequency in how I feel
Puts me in just the right place where I can attract
What I want most. Deliberately I create
What comes into my life. Nothing happens by fate.
Vagueness doesn’t quite get it. I must be exact
In my most conscious asking. Then it becomes real.

 This is not how things are now. More practice I need…
But why not put some words down? It gives them some strength.
They become a reminder to prod me along
The life path that I tread having done right and wrong
By alignment or not with a righteous wavelength.
Perfection within progress is how I’ll proceed.

Heroic Justice

Regaining Self-Respect

Loyalties, though conflicting, won’t chase him away.
He will stay and face consequences without fear.
Arising above dark situations, he shows
His heroic commitment. Most everyone knows
He is ardent and playful with those who are dear.
With devotion through peril he does save the day.

 Somewhat crude and aggressive, his challenges are
Gruff but with certain innocence, therefore benign.
Cockiness is an issue. He likes to show off
His fine physical skills to which others may scoff.
The diamond in the making now rough will be fine
Because good times and laughter do make him a star.

Striving hard to please others, he shows little shame.
When his mother is present he is submissive
Which provides healthy balance to his rougher side.
His fate he must determine with courage and pride.
Habits of rude behavior are hard to forgive
Unless there’s a good chance that his nature will tame.

What it takes is a lioness to round him out
And evoke the compassion and deepness of heart
Of the beast of the badlands. Homecoming is sweet
Among those who once scorned him. Now they warmly greet
He who is one of their own. It is a fresh start
To an ongoing story. There is little doubt.

Powerful Words

Verbal Music

Like a fine-tuned piano, that with which I speak
In melodic indifference sounds no alarm
Nor does it seek acceptance outside of free will.
Sometimes harsh in disharmony, it can be shrill.
Powerful are the words whose intent is to charm
And uplift phantom ones with aesthetic mystique.

The perceptions and feelings of folks about me
Are not really about me. When this is made clear,
Then I can keep on playing as ever before
With the freedom we each have to share evermore
With the colorful orchestra. Damned be my fear
Of insult and rejection! That’s how it must be.

If my point of attraction is set well below
What is needed so things that I do will succeed,
Then my focus on vibrating higher is prime
Otherwise all my words are a big waste of time.
Among fellow musicians I feel not the need
For engaging in discordant cheap audio.

Words of transforming power we each have to share.
That we all may be heard is a dream unfulfilled
As long as fear befuddles the will to forge on
‘Til the instrument’s life force is completely gone.
Opinions from the anus about how one’s skilled
Are not part of the language of people who care.

Princess Waterfawn

The Antidistressant

A petite, plucky princess, she is self-assured
With her magical powers. She knows her own worth
Which she stands up for fearlessly. Feisty is she
When confronting dismissiveness. Confidently
She will face any danger with curious mirth
And make light of the suffering she has endured.

Eilonwy is one hell of a name for a child
Anywhere else but her land where oddness of name
Is something to be proud of. She does have respect
And will work alongside others. She’ll not neglect
Dreams and feelings of others. She knows she’s the same
Magic stardust programmed and uniquely compiled.

Despite her strong-willed nature, affection she shows
After some confrontation. Emotional play
Is a part of her magic which she uses well
To dispel hidden places where darkness may dwell.
Honesty and resourcefulness throughout each day
Is protection from what lies within dark shadows.

Not apparently addled is she at the core
Which proves some first impressions are hastily made.
Capable with her intellect, balanced she knows
So that it and her feelings she can juxtapose
As she needs for each circumstance carefully weighed
In the light of her presence that none can ignore.

Sit… Rest… Don’t Worry….

The Illusion of Aloneness

Broken is my awareness of gut level doubt.
No solution appropriate for what is true
Manifests to restore me. So uncertainty
I can’t see my way through. This does not have to be
A conundrum of conscience. What then can I do
But surrender and then find a way to chill out?

Spending time doing noting is good for the soul.
In the mundane existence the things that are done
Are without much awareness of being alive.
If this isn’t felt often, the life I deprive
In each moment I will regret in the long run.
I’m alive, but to feel that can make me more whole.

Life itself is miraculous if I can see
Past my hard blue constructions and simply give in
To the flow of eternity where I belong.
Outside I appear weak, but inside I am strong
In most subtle observance of essence within.
I could worry, but life still must happen to me.

Take a deep breath, relax with the torso and head
In alignment, and cherish what is given all
For an hourglass while to live out with free will
To be frantic the whole time or learn to sit still.
Cultivation of honor for things that seem small
Keeps me conscious perhaps of all the living dead.

What Is This?

The Unanswerable Question

What is being looked at right now by anyone
Here by their own volition and not randomly
(To whom I owe all gratitude… Don’t get me wrong),
Is produced purposely not to try to belong
But to faithfully express what’s inside of me.
Urgency is not futile as this work is done.

Coming mostly from spirit through mind and by hand,
Over cracks in parched parchment unfurled for review,
Percolation of syllables is energy
Strong enough for radiating effectively
What pure spirit intended for many or few.
What This Is Is Not Difficult To Understand.

Things expressed in the passive voice show reluctance
To speak with affirmation and ample value.
Confidence takes a beating. The unbeaten path
Is less cruel than most others. The danger of wrath
At the hands of you reading is possible too.
In that case, I’m accustomed to the circumstance.

It’s preferred that what this is is something worthwhile
That may keep the mind flexible and open to
Different ways of looking at everything known
To the rich human psyche. And what here is shown
Is a piece of the puzzle. No thought about who
Is providing this content is outright denial!

One Thing At A Time

Stay Out of a Knot

Something deeper can be felt in all that I do.
Simultaneous tasking is not the best way
To align with my spirit. Though getting things done
Is the work I must do so that I may have fun,
When I focus on one thing I cannot betray
Consciousness of the now moment sacred and true.

I hate doing the laundry when I’m not aware
Of the process of living and being at one
With sublime ever presence. When I am awake
To my pureness of being, wisely do I take
Every moment attentive to newness begun
Within little things noticed otherwise not there.

Attention is most powerful. It can infuse
Things with my conscious essence and energy field.
Little things done with spirit attuned to the now
Bring deeper understanding. The time I allow
Presence into the process, the treasure revealed
Is worth all of the trouble. And I cannot lose.

The destructive obsessions that occupy me
Are functions of the ego in its restless state.
Its seduction implying I’m bored is to laugh
In its face. It would make a candid photograph
Of free will at its freest to freely feel great
Through benign rigors mundane and necessary.

The Advantage Of New Surroundings

The Perpetual Management of Spring

My surroundings familiar satisfy me
But sometimes I’ve the urge to see different things…
Not that I’m steeped in boredom and must get away.
Often a change of scenery brightens my day
And refreshes my outlook. Easily it brings
A new sense of wellbeing that sets the soul free.

A profound opportunity at my avail
For the practice of presence in place of the mind
I shall take as it’s offered, for it is a gift
From oneself to oneself with intent to uplift
The pure essence of each with true self intertwined
In a manifold matrix of soulful detail.

Where I go and what I see in daily routine
Become sensory data the body ignores
For the most part because it knows what to expect.
It is normal for senses to flatly reject
Input from the environment. Closed are its doors
To the meaning of presence. It’s just a machine.

People feel more alive when they travel from home.
When it’s not all that feasible then delve into
An obsession magnificent dear to the heart.
Anything done in presence gives life a kick start.
Pay attention to everything that you may do
And allow the true self all the freedom to roam.

Wisdom Of The Deep

Underworldly Knowedge

To gain underworld access one has to go deep
Where the many mercreatures dwell under the rule
Of a heart-centered leader – parental and strong.
Overly protective he gets if things go wrong.
There will not be a first time that he’s made a fool.
He knows what lack of focus in judgment will reap.

Way down there, there is wisdom that generates peace
That the underworld family thrives as one whole
With complete understanding that all must be well.
Ocean currents comingle and cast the same spell
Of aquatic enrichment. He whom all extol
Is responsible for inner demons’ release.

The domain of the deep sea hold secrets untold.
Therefore, upright land beings through magic create
Fantasy for fulfillment of something unknown
To the conscious awareness and will to condone.
His contempt for we humans is not one of fate.
He relies on his magical trident of gold.

Interestingly King Triton is a nice guy.
Sensitive and affectionate sometimes is he
When he lets down the crown and relaxes his groove.
Among those he adores he has nothing to prove.
Sharing wisdom among folk, he then lets them be
In the bliss of their freedom to give life a try.

Google It!

You Know the Answer

If you know how to Google, perhaps you’ve become
Quite acquainted with nonsense and childish affairs.
That’s ok. Just enjoy it. To Google is fun!
If your mind is too lazy, still work can get done.
Everyone relies on it in stark unawares
That the virtual genie will render them dumb.

Google It if you have to. Why waste energy
Using what God has given you? You need it fast
Like the digital clockwork within wasted brains.
Finding things out a harder way properly trains
And builds up the weak gray matter. Noting will last
In this world for the unforeseen eternity.

 Babies learn how to Google with relative ease.
Nature gives them the willingness to have their say
In their language made known to all who have keen ears.
They Google celebration with giggles and cheers
But not using devices with which adults play.
Finding out information, for them, is a breeze.

One who Googles one’s ass off for hours on end
May end up with a headache from mental fatigue.
So it’s best to have babies and children help you
To combat the addiction. The searching you do
Means you’re lost in a lull and bereft if intrigue.
It is my humble honor to vaguely offend.

The Charm Of The Chef

True Romanticism

An iconic romantic is he with the smile
That can melt the most bitter of hearts instantly.
Comforting, entertaining, dynamic, and kind,
He’s as jolly a fellow as nature can find.
At his craft he’s a master. Most deliciously,
His work meets the occasion of elegant style.

Diligent is his effort to put folk at ease
And to make them feel special, knowing that they are
Simply by their existence… no matter what breed

That appearance may dictate, he shows not the need
To engage in exclusion. One feels like a star
In his warmhearted providence catered to please.

Moments meant to be poignant are his to address
With the skill of the lover whose heart is of gold.
The gregarious leader’s most magical gifts
Are his positive feelings. His presence uplifts
Any low hanging spirits above the threshold
Of delighted contentment in life’s warm caress.

 One with imagination and passion to be
At the service of others, rarely he must know
Turmoil or desperation. Wholesomeness is shown
In the art of the purpose that I may atone
For those parts of myself that don’t help me to grow.
My connection with others is not about me.

A Day For A Daydream

Nature's Pleasant Surprises

Loving spoonfuls of wonder, a blanket of snow
Unexpectedly ushering fun and delight,
And a childlike excitement are right for this day.
I may just bundle up and then go out and play.
Let the new year be subtle yet sunny and bright.
What the past has to offer I don’t need to know.

It’s A Day For A Daydream to last through the year –
One that I create each moment I choose to be
Receptive to the nature of all that takes place
In a world made magnificent. Our human race
Is both symptom and cure for its insanity.
All the newness I’m feeling is not tied to fear.

I have work that I must do… much of it mundane
With some fruitful forgetting and more yet to learn.
Each moment is the starting point of the release
Of life spent and the welcoming in of new peace.
How I live for this day is my only concern.
What has not come awake is my urge to complain.

Hopefulness is the pleasure of provident grace.
Reassures me it does that at least I exist
Right along with the space and the things around me.
I reach out in true blindness but contentedly.
In the long run there’s nothing of life that I’ve missed
So this day made forever is all I embrace.