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Rekindling The Hearth

Domestic Changes

Who can speak of The Family…one who has one?
…Or the one who, by his choice, has made himself null?
In the void of departure I see from afar
Much more clearly behavior of mine that did scar
Certain persons. I have in my twilight to mull
What importance The Hearth is. The work is not done.

Excavating the surface I get to the core
Of what makes me psychotic and hurtful to those
I should most love and cherish. There is something there
Which I recognize vividly as deep despair.
It’s not easy to pinpoint as my effort shows.
Where have I been my whole life? This I can’t ignore.

Warmth, light, food, and protection The Hearth represents.
Mother is the receptacle – Father, the heat.
Light illuminates intellect. Good it discerns
From the darkness of evil. What my spirit learns
Is that I’ve been a weak Sun assigned to defeat
Rather than let the darkness deplete my defense.

Dark is also the comfort of death and the womb.
Complementing the chaos gestation takes place.
Birthing of the new spirit redeems not the soul
Without full compensation. I have no control
Over how that will happen. What karma I face
Hopefully will be done before reaching the tomb.

May I then come full circle in symbolic sense.
Meaning total perfection and wholeness, the wheel
Has its sage at the motionless center of peace.
Living is the circumference that I release
To the infinite void. And it’s not an ordeal.
To all who will not hear, my remorse is immense.

Embracing Responsibility

Indispensable Linkage

Comfort in isolation cannot take its toll
On the health of my spirit. This peace gives me strength
To look inward more deeply and make changes there.
I’m consumed in attention thus made more aware
Of the things of most value to keep at arm’s length
While the intangible ones I’ll lock in my soul.

Some relief from demands and the hardships I face
During times of more normalcy I can respect.
There’s a strong sense of duty inherent but calm.
There’s more time to reflect on the twenty third psalm.
Other times I had wasted in pampered neglect.
Linking arms becomes psychic a form of embrace.

Dealing with global setback, we can persevere
As we’re already doing while running in place.
We’ve become more straightforward. It’s balance we need
To release our sick infatuation with greed.
This is not the extinction of the human race
But a harsh call to consciousness rather than fear.

sambo donaldo

Ridicule

What an odd nigger sambo! That’s not a white face.
It’s more of a rust color due to failing health.
No doctor will go near him to tell him he’s ill.
He’ll decry what may help him. He’s caught in the thrill,
Having worldwide attention on his perceived wealth.
He cannot see that soon he will bow in disgrace.

‘Such a little orange sambo, this eight-year-old child
In the form of an old man with many fake toys.
Superficial connections work out as best friends.
How important decisions are made all depends
On how much adulation the ego enjoys
In the heat of the moment. Often, they’re reviled.

Yes, I’ll mock your behavior. I’ll put your ass down!
That is, if that is possible. You May Be There
At the pit of a black hole with inverse effect,
Pushing everything outward. With all disrespect,
I will cheer in this new year when you are laid bare.
Your recalcitrant flock will see that you’re a clown.

Good Karma – Bad Karma?

Simplistic Duality

There’s this notion that ‘good’ karma cancels out ‘bad.’
That is way too simplistic, so here’s the detail.
The word ‘karma’ means ‘action.’ It means nothing more.
We pour meaning into it and tend to ignore
All but our explanation, then proceed to fail.
There should be clarity when the word is unclad.

There are four kinds of action. While we are awake,
Or even when we’re sleeping, the four are at play.
Most action is unconscious, like driving a car
With one’s eyes closed. No driver would get very far
Before causing some turmoil in someone’s fine day.
If we could be more conscious, a good life we’d make.

Our actions are emotional, mental, also
Physical and of energy. Those are the four.
We seem not to control them. They make us instead
Think that something outside us is how we are led.
Were we to become conscious, we would perceive more
And become more enlightened and able to grow.

There’s no boss who’s controlling us from up above
Karma means we each have full control of our lives.
We record and we process through sensory tools.
Memory becomes blatant. We’re locked in our rules.
In a sense, we are sensory input archives
Who behave out of fearfulness or out of love.

How Does Karma Work?

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Esoteric in nature, or simple logic…?
Karma has much to do with the way that I feel.
It determines not what circumstances I’ll make
But how I will get through them with little heartache.
The observer knows not what the truth may reveal.
The ‘poor’ leper may feel that life is a picnic.

The child brings it upon himself that he is born
With deformity? It’s not as simple as that.
Karma teaches his parents with him as its aid.
What they learn from him then is to not be afraid
For there’s nothing but ego that we need combat.
It along with the intellect instigates scorn.

When the mind is not active in such a big way
Then the decision making engine is at rest.
I may function by impulse and tendency well
And accrue not much karma nor catch any hell.
Life is fragile beyond what can be best expressed.
To know this more completely for now is to pray.

A Most Ignorant Clam

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Don’t you know who I am? I’m the ignorant clam.
I’m the one who goes pigshit to offer his love.
There’s a blindness in kindness, a blissfulness too.
I’m attractive, I know, because I’m a good screw.
I may sink to your level. You’ll rise not above
Your most well practiced habit to not give a damn.

Yours is alien speech to me. Mine is to you.
If we all talk in circles we get to no point.
If I try to build for you, then you tear it down
As if made by a jackass, why wouldn’t I frown.
I’d have given up then, as there’s naught to anoint,
Yet, I confound my error with much more to do.

My fine work is a treasure – or was, I should say.
Too much time, sweat and intent went into the prize
Before it was allowed to completion in grace.
It seems beasts that I deal with have spit in my face.
Yet another life lesson… I thought I was wise.
Yet, the older I get, I get dumber by day.