Archive | September 2017

Joy Is a Goal We Are ALL Working Toward

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Simple joy is the goal that we’re all working toward.
It’s the reason we do anything that we do.
It’s the basis of love and for finding things out.
It’s the reason that with lofty dreams we’re devout.
What we think will bring joy is what leads us all through
Bouts of painstaking diligence toward our reward.

It may seem that’s not so often times when we’re not
In alignment and open to be, have and do
Anything we desire no matter how grand.
And it takes some adjusting to well understand
How our thinking and feeling can offer a clue
To achieving our dreams that cannot be forgot.

We perceive joy uniquely – each in one’s own way.
Whether knowing or not where our motives lead to,
We are working toward joy every step of the way.
We each recognize this when we’re willing to play
In accordance with what makes the heart sing anew.
We all work toward the same goal each and every day.

A Cozy Corner in Hell

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Not a flame do I see through the walls that bind me
To my own belief systems and to my ideals.
No sensation of heat do I feel at this time.
It’s been creeping up slowly – a gradual climb.
Yet the only thing that could be fast on my heels
Is whatever I’m running from, were I not free.

There is no constant sameness of torment I feel.
But if I chose to feel some, my walls would agree.
They would burn away quickly and leave me exposed
To the flames I had feared and had kept my mind closed.
Life has given me purpose to burn and to be
A well-tempered perceiver of that which is real.

A comfortable room that does not have a view
Of the torment and peril apparently so
Is my space of recluse as I sort my hell out.
Do I fancy self-torture? There should be great doubt.
I seek solace in knowing what most others know…
That the hell that’s apparent cannot be so true.

Urinal Banter

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My manhood is so huge I could call it my pal.
I do treat it that way and it does that for me.
My big pants surely can’t be as big as my balls
And my man knows his way around feminine halls.
When I bang any bitch she will cry out in glee.
I have no trouble getting my female canal.

If she likes to slurp schlong she must have a deep throat.
My man meat is a muscle of mass and much more.
She will beg for my cock. She will give it high praise.
She will preach of my peace pipe the rest of her days.
I will slam dunk that hallway until it is sore.
Should she lapse into coma, then that’s all she wrote.

Women know that my screwing is lethal indeed.
I’ll have them blowing snot bubbles before they know
What the hell ever hit them while prancing in place.
As for any bitch my dick is her saving grace.
She’ll be speaking in tongues in her long afterglow.
I am damned good at humping and cranking out seed.

Mistress Therapeutia

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Your Mistress Therapeutia is always on call
Since the time of the dawning of Woman In Charge.
This puts Man in a frenzy. His dick at stake
As he fears minds of women may be more awake
And in tune with humanity’s worth, by and large.
Men should stand right behind them with hearts proud and tall.

Strong Mistress Therapeutia knows management well.
She is built to build families from foundation to
The most creative folds within nature’s cortex.
The embellishment of nature’s loving vortex,
Women’s bodies are sacred. This fact rings anew
As the women forthcoming are willing to tell.

I can live for that coming of age once again
When the warrior Woman commanded the tribe.
And there weren’t many wars because women kicked ass.
Many wars went unfought due to critical mass
Disengaging in tune to a more loving vibe.
I’m delighted to see women challenging men!

As Spirit Becomes a Science

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If the caveman appeared in our vast world today
Would he think he has died and gone to the beyond?
Would he freak at the flame from the short burning stick
And be awestruck by big buildings made out of brick?
I would think he’d be baffled and slow to respond.
Once he’d gathered his wits he might cast them away.

This high-tech world we live in is wondrous indeed.
It’s evolved many lightyears in such a short time.
But the schism exists still between what we know
And that which is inscrutable – stubbornly so.
If comparisons make sense, we could reach our prime
In the upcoming eons with freedom decreed.

When it comes to good ‘woo-woo’, we fashion the best
With our psychic phenomena kept under shroud
Because when they’re exposed they are subject to scorn.
Yet in clashing with science new insights are born.
Science comes up with weird stuff and speaks it out loud.
Then a new understanding is put to the test.

Octal Antics For Hex Romantics

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Erudite is the errant one well on the way
To a system of numbering cast from the norm.
A translational piece of the puzzle fulfills
All the needs of machines with their digital wills.
It’s the binary linguist who must outperform
Any functional program machines must obey.

It’s that ‘there-or-not’ language machines speak so well.
On and Off is a concept that’s novel and sleek.
Ones and Zeroes are alphabet soup to be fed
To the processor where they are carefully read.
Bits of data through systems is somewhat unique.
But those numbers get cumbersome, as one can tell.

That’s the reason for Octal… And Hex, by the way.
Both these systems can translate big numbers to small.
Just a hand full of symbols – so easy to read.
And machines understand them so they will succeed
In performing efficiently for one and all.
Hex and Octal are systems that are here to stay.

The Black Widow Is Benign in Spirit

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Seems the widow’s a bitch when she’s not had her fill
Of the lover before who escaped to live on.
Life is cruel on all levels – not just with the bugs.
We can suck dry our enemies and give friends hugs.
It’s the widow, in this case, who’s gifted with brawn.
She decides who she eats by the whim of her will.

But it’s only in this life the bitch is so mean.
Though to her it’s the natural feminine way.
From the next life she watches her babies evolve.
She will never behold them. It is her resolve
To make sure that they all get the chance, come what may,
To experience living among nature’s green.

Her next hubby’s the next meal though he’s not aware.
She will need a full stomach to make babies grow.
By the same token, hubby is poised to move fast.
Once the romance is over, he wants life to last.
But if he doesn’t make it, he knows where he’ll go…
To the afterworld where creatures live without care.

A Wet and Vibrant Dream

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Can one twiddle ho-hum in a trance while at sea
With the water so calm it could put one to sleep?
When I’m not in the moment I tend to miss out
On the fortunate happenings jumping about.
In this sea we call life we can go for a deep
Understanding of ourselves and what we can be.

I’m too busy, sometimes, with my head in my work,
That I seem to be sitting still as life speeds by.
Life can rock the boat gently to give me a nudge.
It can wreck it severely and I am the judge.
I can choose to be present or not even try.
That I’m offered the choice is one valuable perk.

Life is cast in a richness and wetness of flow
That surrounds and consumes everything that exists.
All of life is connected. There’s nothing apart
From the whole of creation ‘til now since its start.
As I navigate life it’s my soul that persists
In its quest to find meaning and joyfully grow.

But… This Map Is Sacred

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Please excuse me kind sir. I’m in search of a place
Somewhere in this fine city. Can you assist me?
What I have is this old map here. Hope you don’t mind.
I believe in this thing. It will save my behind
From a fucked afterlife. So, I’m sure you can see
I’m strung out on salvation and tons of God’s grace.

What is it that you say? This old map I possess
Has no relevance to where most things are today?
I have studied this map because God told me to.
And these long-ago landmarks should give me a clue
To whatever the Hell my God’s trying to say.
So I need to stay ancient. I vow to regress.

Could it be that the folks who lived so long ago
Had their own source of guidance in tune with their ways?
I can’t find many streets. Some no longer exist.
When I can’t find my landmarks I often get pissed.
Perhaps it is much better to live out my days
By my own inner guidance who’s easy to know.

To Allow My Well Being, I must Be in Joy

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We can learn much about joy by watching our young
As they take in each moment as water to sponge.
Their wellbeing is guaranteed. Life is secure.
And however they take life, their feelings are pure.
When provided a fun pool they eagerly plunge.
They’re composers. The songs of their lives can be sung.

How they do it is something we could take to heart.
We’re like broadcast receivers – the way we behave.
If I’m tuned to one hundred-point niner FM
AM stations elude me, indeed all of them.
I must tune to the happiness consciousness wave
If I want to give any good day its best start.

Indications that we and wellbeing are one
Are expressed in our feelings of passion and glee
And through exhilaration for each moment new.
Who’d have thought that our kids have the healthiest clue
To our living in joy with our spirits set free.
Everything about living should be based on fun.

Earth Trek

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These are the voyages we’re eager to take.
Is the purpose in coming to figure things out?
Some folks tend to do that and should think it’s ok.
Why not know what the parents know while we’re at play?
After all, where we came from seems mired in doubt.
As I gather my data I feel more awake.

I engage this amnesia made into a dream
Much as most other folks who partake of the same.
Somehow, I know we know one another quite well
In some other reality where we all dwell
In a place where we greet one another by name
And all things of magnificence are as they seem.

Our continuing mission is just to seek out.
We are gifted with strangeness and newness of heart.
We’re new life. We are civilized some of the time.
And at others we treat one another like slime.
We begin each away mission with a fresh start
And a brand-new adventure devoid of doubt.

When I See What I’m Looking For, I Know What To Do

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By my visualizing my favored outcome
The most meaningful action is always inspired.
There is not a whole lot of my crafting a plan
And then working to work it as hard as I can
Until I’ve lost ambition and grow to be tired.
I will focus myself where desire comes from.

As my wanting feels good to me, that guides me to
More of thoughts that are easy and make me feel good,
From that place of alignment, I am guided well.
My soul hears divine messages clear as a bell
And my work is to make sure that they’re understood
By the ego who may not believe all is true.

Action that is inspired is joy fulfilled.
There is great satisfaction in moving with ease
And in tune with one’s spirit. As life starts to flow
All the dis-ease about me will then up and go.
I accumulate valuable life expertise
Even though I’m imperfect and often strong willed.

No One Else Needs to Know This

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What the Bleep is this ‘Secret’ upon open scroll
Placed there eons of time ago and with great care?
Does the cosmos make puzzles for us out of spite?
When we finally rectify them, are we right
If we make of these writings a gospel affair?
There’s potential for folks to give up their control.

No one else needs to know what I’ve learned of today.
Not unless they are with me and singing my song.
I have no urge to preach to a choir who hears
Only that which they should notwithstanding weak ears.
When I keep the tongue tempered I cannot go wrong.
I speak only when there is something I must say.

It is not necessary for one other soul
To go hog wild and nilly to learn all about
Natural Laws of the Universe as I observe
Them in action among all the motives I serve.
I am the attractor of my life, no doubt.
No one else needs to know this stuff to make them whole.

I Feel Good When I Appreciate

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When I acknowledge things, I feel so very good.
It’s a fact that, when taken for granted, I may
On occasion make cursing and swearing my work.
And it makes not a difference should I wear a smirk.
I must be strictly mindful of where my thoughts play.
I must quit my downsizing things – that is, I should.

To appreciate things is the secret to life
And I’ve heard this said many times over the years.
Since I’ve heard it enough times do I live by rote?
There’s no way for my living to cause me to gloat.
I’d appreciate all things to banish all fears
And live happily ever and immune to strife.

I become the whole person who appreciates.
Over time I do thrive and my spirit is free
To appreciate good things I notice each day.
I fulfill every reason to be swept away
In my own way of being a creature of glee.
All the good things of living, my heart celebrates.

Whatever Grinds Your Sea Salt

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Some men love to spank Hanky when Panky is steeped
In some other dank business that’s not of their own.
Seems all warnings of blindness one never will heed.
He will keep on performing his most selfish deed.
He will wrestle that monkey until it’s full grown
Then he’ll yank it some more until it has bo-peeped.

I would think it sound nature to find full relief
In whatever which way one must do what is done.
No one has any right to climb anyone’s tree.
One could train a good squirrel, though, to do it for fee.
So whatever will put your hotdog in the bun.
Do it wildly and proudly, and don’t make it brief.

One would float a bad boat with a lead overcoat
So it’s not recommended, but all else is cool.
And whatever will make that drunk chicken stand straight
Give the thing a tight fistful, for passion won’t wait.
Don’t get caught with your pants down. You’ll look like a fool.
What can surf through one’s channels is done by remote.

The Cosmos Requires This Work from Me

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Is it daytime or nighttime? It’s not that I care.
I could glance at the corner to know which it is.
By not caring, I’m knowing that I’m on my game.
I can write through the night knowing from whence it came.
And its source will not let my mind turn into fizz.
I am constantly working. To me that seems fair.

All this work that I do… Who and what is it for?
Did I fall through a crack in the cosmos somehow?
Who on earth gives me license to do what I do?
There are others who do this… perhaps better too.
My authority comes from the ones who allow
Every being alive to achieve what is more.

Not a timeclock is present here in my workspace.
I’m kept track of by bosses not seen with my eyes.
They know well when I’m working. It’s all of the time.
Even while I’m unconscious I’m driven by rhyme.
All I know about time is it seems that it flies
As I’m doing what’s best for me at my own pace.

All the Months When There’s Hem

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Is there cause to cause mayhem though it may be June?
I should consult the Wiki folk. Maybe they know.
If I did a quick Google search perhaps I’d find
All the months when there’s hem so that I’ll stay behind
When those ripe for mayheming are willing to throw
All their sense toward the seizure by light of the moon.

 It makes sense that mayheming be done during May
Just as long as the heming is kept up to par.
If they outlawed June heming by April next year
Then would late April heming produce lesser fear?
Heming is much like J-walking. Some people are
Good at crafting slick short cuts to get through their day.

I’m for heming in May – not in June or July
Because warm months are those good for frolic and play.
I may mayhem in September as it cools down
Then partake of Oktoberfest while I’m in town.
Seems there’s no other month for mayheming but May
Though it’s outlawed in all months where Now does apply.

Evidence of Satisfaction

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I can find satisfaction within a small space
That is cordoned off mindfully upon this Now.
There’s no need to search hither, nor thither nor yon.
I can find something blissful to happen upon
Within any life circumstance. I can allow
Satisfaction to happen perhaps any place.

One could say that such mind trick would not work in hell.
That might surely be true if indeed one were there.
One could cry out in torment and billowing pain
Then remember he’ll never flash flood due to rain.
When I focus on good stuff, life’s not such a bear.
As I look for some novel things, I do quite well.

I can think of dear Abigail with her cold nose
And the fun ditsy dancing she does in the rain.
This – alone – makes my heart warm and fills me with joy.
I am not sentimental. I’m not being coy.
Simple logic dictates that there’s always some gain
In detecting my clues as the Evidence shows.

A Message from the Virgin General

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We all want to be healthy. I know I sure do.
That is why I eat only things I can digest.
Knowing that is not always the case, as I’ve found,
Sometimes I may consume what’s been cast to the ground.
What I swallow in error may keep me depressed
If I fail to eliminate all that’s untrue.

There’s a lot that is not healthy all around us.
I will pay some attention with caution in place.
With a mind like a trap, though, what I focus on
Can resent being caught and in no time be gone.
Though my health and my mind are tools I do embrace,
Staying healthy seems mundane – a chore to discuss.

I’ve an inkling for doing what wants to be done.
I’m my healthiest when I’m creating for fun.
I am earthy, so dogs in the back yard are cool.
Whether student or Prof. I find solace at school.
I am grateful I’ve no urge to tell anyone
That no work can get finished unless it’s begun.

Hitler Went to Heaven?

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Get the Hell out my face! You say Hitler went where?
I can’t take for a second what you say as true.
That dark ne’er-do-well bastard killed millions without
Any sense of remorse and much terror to tout.
When it comes to such scumbags I take grim view.
He should suffer in Hades for all that I care.

One can rest assured Karma somehow is at work.
That is if one believes in such things in some way.
Some believe that all deeds when performed while alive
Are deleted from consciousness like a hard drive.
As we step into spirit no discord can stay
As a part of our being. Thus, death’s a huge perk.

Those who know we attract what we most think about
Know that feeling repulsion or righteous disgust
Is a thing that comes naturally to mankind.
What can trip one and get one caught up in a bind
Is not knowing above all to willingly trust
That a God who is loving can heal any doubt.

The Big Question

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This one big simple question out-questions them all –
Is it good that there’s contrast, or should there be none?
We discern with our vision what’s dark from what’s light.

We compare subtle textures to see which feels right.
If we didn’t have bad times, we couldn’t have fun.
We perceive life by comparing big things and small.

There’s no struggle nor effort involved in the flight.
When the prize is in reach I locate it with ease.
My vibration is in tune with what can’t be seen.
It consumes what I’m after. My senses are keen.
If it weren’t for what’s not there, I’d flail in the breeze.
I must know what from whatnot to get through the night.

The big question is, Can I survive knowing that
Everything that I’m living depends on how well
I can tell what I’m wanting from what I do not?
I perceive life by contrast. This matters a lot.
I can navigate life like a bat out of hell.
There’s no blindness about me, nor will to combat.

Fork Out of Dodge

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I’m your Fork Out of Dodge – a proverbial guy.
I’m dramatic and forceful when it’s time to go.
Any fork undercover is grateful to be
Among those expelled first from Dodge most rightfully.
It’s the city most thought of when getting to know
The sensation of terror. The question is, Why?

Stuff can happen in any town. Why pick out one
To become the example of bad scenes to leave?
And since when does one’s safety depend on the fork?
People fork off in Kansas as well as New York!
Yet these questions are moot. I’d do best to conceive
My own clear understanding. It’s better than none.

I’m a Fork on the run and I haven’t got time
To be hanging around when the fan is turned on.
If you haven’t a fork who is stranded in Dodge
Then relax and partake of yourself a massage.
I will fly by the night. I will not wait ‘til dawn.
I am destined to grow toward a new paradigm.

The Brain is NO Mother of the Mind

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When the TV is turned on it has a nice sound
And a quality image through cable or air.
It may think that it knows not from whence it evolved.
It may ponder deep questions that will not be solved.
It may think that no signal would cause it despair.
But that’s NOT how the thing works. It’s not reason bound.

If you killed the TV… with a sledgehammer, say…
It would still get a clear signal from the One Mind.
But it wouldn’t receive on this physical plane.
It would not even function in this strict domain.
Yet the signal that lived through it is left behind.
The One Mind that’s transmitting has not gone away.

I’m aware that I’m conscious. My brain lets me know
Through perception. My senses tell me what is real.
I don’t think my receiver receives on its own.
Something Must Be Transmitting that’s yet to be shown.
When my brain turns to dust, the One Mind will reveal
All its secrets as I leave my hardware below.

Toward What End?

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What’s the point in my living? I will die someday.
That’s a fact that I’m good with, but while I’m alive
Do I have any guidance toward what is my goal?
Does the soldier-like cell by itself have a soul?
It seems now that I’m living, I’m doomed to survive.
Did some Masterful Being design it this way?

Toward what end is my being? Should I be the best
And the fastest among others who are like me?
If the cell is a soul – one who likes to play sports
And who fancies competitive games of all sorts
Then the cell has allowed me to physically be.
Should I feel like I’m special? Should I be impressed?

Mother Nature’s Machine is subconscious intent
Of all life that’s now living and all gone before.
It’s a psychokinesis done on a large scale.
It has gained much momentum so it will prevail.
My sole purpose for being here is to add more
To the whole of creation. That’s how it was meant.

Imagining The Imaginary

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It’s an ogre, this thing that we call the unknown.
When we try to define it, we go on a chase
Down through black holes and rabbit holes in hot pursuit
Of a unified theory no one can dispute.
One can say that the universe is a fine place
To consume worlds of wisdom that all may be shown.

One can think of a world that consists of pure thought
Where the objects are thoughtforms… ideals and the like.
It is populated by intent and belief.
With no issue of substance, one lives without grief.
One would not think of hiking or riding a bike.
One could run away thinking and never get caught.

It would seem a mysterious world has been found.
There is only a small bit of matter to see
Of this vast spatial fluid we travel within.
There’s a lot more that’s unseen. This is a big win.
Could it be that dark matter and dark energy
Are the spirit world? That would be rather profound!

Nature is Natural

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Nature is to me natural. Why call it wild?
I consume what I need just as all living things.
That’s except for you humans who’ve covered the land
And take more than you need by increasing demand
And where most live like paupers and few live like kings.
That which I would call wild is the race who’s defiled.

Never mind your grand wars and your carbon footprint.
One can witness your savagery in many ways.
And it’s not that I fear you’ll take over the sea.
You’re too focused, dear humans, in finding some key
To ‘unlocking’ what’s natural throughout your days
While ignoring what could be your most favored hint.

I’m not wild, silly humans. I live in sweet bliss
Under currents that take me where I need to go.
Every once in a while, I come up for fresh air.
I would say to you humans that I’m more aware
Of what’s wild and not wild. You could venture to know.
Get your thinking in order. Your terms are amiss.

First Quarter Red Moon

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Bright First Quarter Red Moon means it’s three months past June
But the night isn’t scary one fourth of the way.
It is one Fourth because that is all we can see.
It’s the First by Cartesian count, some would agree.
It is Red as earth’s mad shadow upon it lay.
It’s the night of the goon versus that of the coon.

As the Red Ass gets fuller, let’s say to one half
Is there anything possible that can be done
To not notice what all goes on up in that sky
And to not give a rat’s ass for not caring why?
I can keep the mind sharp… the heart focused on fun.
That quart butt in the sky is by now just a laugh.

I am not an astronomer. I just look up,
Something natural to most when there’s sky to behold.
I must know what I’m seeing by way of moon light
Could be just an illusion. That seems about right.
It is fascinating watching this moon grow old.
My advice for it is, “Suck it up, buttercup!”

Nothing Can Happen That I Can’t Believe

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Not a thing that can happen can happen unless
I believe it can happen in any small way.
Of the things that can’t happen, there’s no way to know
Because, by disbelieving, it can’t steal my show.
Nether things not imagined deflect from my day.
I believe in my God Given right to express.

The words ‘screed’ and ‘misprision’ I heard of today.
They don’t sound quite like curse words, but I could be wrong.
These are words of a high order, not often used.
In the context of government, often bemused,
There’s a deep need and hunger for getting along…
To get what’s not believable out of the way.

I believe what can happen and can’t are the same.
There’s no way that the cosmos will up and take sides.
And the cosmos is not playing games with us all.
It responds to all living things, big ones and small.
My believing in something by default divides
Me from others who don’t in this consciousness game.

That’s Not Allowed Here

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There’s a thin veil that separates heaven from earth
But we talk about ‘place’ as if it’s absolute.
The great world of the spirit is no place at all.
It would seem quite impossible for one to call
From one side to the other. That’s forbidden fruit.
One’s belief is the only connection of worth.

Just in case it’s the only connection one sees
It is all that one needs. Often faith it is called.
I can speak to aunt Martha who passed years ago
And who now offers fully what she’s come to know.
One good thing about faith is it keeps one enthralled
With sublime possibilities pondered to please.

One can build a contraption to link the two sides
In a manner consistent with physical law.
But our clever devices are left in the dust
By the spirits who made them. We’ll just have to trust
That our knowing what’s ‘over there’ could drop one’s jaw.
We contact them by default as they are our guides.

How’s It Going Today?

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Well, I got up this morning… The hedge needs a trim.
While I’m at it I might as well clean up that yard.
Though the leaves have not fallen yet they’re on their way.
In the meantime I’ll meditate, then start my day.
I know well how it’s going and life isn’t hard.
Things will work out as always. My future’s not dim.

I am God. So are You, as are all living things.
We have taken on form to give contrast a play.
As we do we define and express what we need.
As we help one another we cancel out greed.
We confront psychic crisis with public display
Of our loving and caring and all that it brings.

I should get some more weed killer while I’m about.
There’s a while before summer ends. I should be wise.
I can keep my yard clean. That is all I can do
Until I’m in the best place to offer what’s true.
How it’s going for me is a clever disguise
To embellish my own chaos rather than doubt.