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My Question

Passion To Know

Some things I can’t believe. They don’t make any sense –
Like the human condition and why I exist.
Other things have some meaning when I’m feeling fine.
Enigmatic this world seems. Is it by design
That to question everything I cannot resist?
Should I not get some justice for my small expense?

Questions are left unanswered in this time and place.
Things that happen are left to the throw of the dice.
I cannot get excited about what goes on.
Certain signs of stability and truth are gone.
Why do people make the ultimate sacrifice?
I’m ashamed to be part of this sick human race.

It’s useless for me to keep my head in the sand.
Through the earth information seeps into my mind
Of the death and destruction. The utter despair
Is too much for me to say that I do not care
Because I’m not affected. Little I can find
To divert my attention. I don’t understand.

All I do know is that things are just as they are.
I’ll expend very little psychic energy
On the judgement of anything. Then I may find
That the answer is perfect for my simple mind.
It may be worth my best while to just let things be.
The next poem I write may be just as bizarre.

Fairy Rings

Circular Beingness

The term ‘organism’ must be loosely defined.
When science studies nature it cannot include
The convergence of creatures that already do
Exist as sovereign beings. It must exclude too
Any mention of spirit. It is rather crude
In its fettered approach. In some ways it is blind.

What has come down through time are the legends that tell
Of the nature spirits and the elementals
Who, attracted by ‘fairy rings,’ meet to partake
Of the shifting of energies for the earth’s sake.
They take advantage of ethereal canals –
The mycelial networks that in the earth dwell.

There’s some truth to the stories. Beings that exist
Outside of our perception sometimes can be sensed
By some people when they are receptive and clear.
If one wants them to show up they just might appear
But society’s values are strongly against
Believing is such nonsense. Much wisdom is missed.

Nature is a vast network of information.
Many interconnections are made constantly.
Mushroom rings form the lenses that focus the light
Of total understanding for beings of sight
Into other dimensions there happen to be.
One cannot know the whole tale of how things are run.

Freewheeling Focus

The Wheel Of Feeling

Focusing is a habit quite easy to learn.
It is most beneficial in clarifying
How I feel about something I truly desire
Or of some earthly station to which I aspire
And it is spiritually edifying.
As I practice it helps me to better discern.

I can focus on things that are other than nice
With but minimal effort automatically.
When I do I create troublesome momentum.
I cannot then complain of the heartache to come.
But to focus on the things that make me happy
Is an intimate pleasure like sugar and spice.

People are doing focus wheels often these days.
Exercise of the psyche causes rescripting
Of the negative aspects of my here in now.
Through the process of writing I best can allow
The buildup of emotion. It is everything
As opposed to pure logic and its stringent ways.

I like being a poet. I do fairly well.
I produce tons of content. It comes easily.
I do know people read it and find some delight.
There’s no doubt whatsoever that I’m doing right
By the spirit with me. I am proud to be
One who’s learned a few secrets. I’m willing to tell.

The Circle

The Symbol Eternal

The word religion means linking back to the One
Who contains all existence. Symbolically,
The circle represents no beginning or end.
Coming all from one source, each of us may transcend
Individual egos and agree to be
Loving to one another while having some fun.

In designs the world over the magic is seen,
Whether in architecture, ancient and modern,
Or the dome shaped temple structures of India,
Or the bronze shields recovered from ancient China,
The symbol is pervasive. To it we return
Constantly in experience. What can this mean?

The Alpha and Omega is what God is called.
The most powerful religious symbol, therefore,
Means also self-analysis. In the night sky
Myriad cyclic patters are what we live by.
My own soul is a circle that I may explore
And in doing so be delightfully enthralled.

All the day, year, and moon cycles are to be known
As the ones fundamental throughout humankind.
Leaving home to do whatever, then coming back
Is a kind of a rebirth where one can keep track
Of ongoing momentum. How we are designed
Is such that we’re not meant to be left on our own.