Monday, November 23, 2015

Sad

Sad 
So sad 
The people are starting 
     To fight again 
To call each other names 
And 
Fight
In the name of God 
     For God's sake!

Don't they know 
God is love ? 
Don't they go within and 
     See 
Don't they feel the separation between 
     Ego 
And soul
Don't they feel it 
Don't they know 
     How? 

Simplicity itself 
Sitting, breathing
Being 
The complexity of life 
Becomes still
Becomes bliss 
And we become one 
With it 
With bliss 
And the energy of love 
At the core of us 

Simple 
So simple 

Please don't 
Fight 
Anymore 


Friday, November 13, 2015

Last Night

Last night 
There was the decision. 
Go postal 
Or 
Dance Tango! 
Destroy all the things and 
Stuff 
Or dance till the 
     feet hurt 

To get outta my head
Get into the music 
      Instead 
When songs were played 
Which were not 
     Nuevo
It took great effort 
To say 
Very little 
To not push the buttons 
     And turn the knobs 
On our gracious hosts 
     Set up 

And when Pandora said 
There had been too many 
Skips 
Too many choices 
I thought to myself 
     That's no way to do 
     Business 
See if I ever sign up 
For you!!!

Oh I was so needing 
To look at the stars
With you, dear
When 
They were playing 
Unfortunate songs 
And I needed a little rest 
Out onto the patio 
     We stepped 
To breath in the cool 
     Night air 
Thank goodness you 
     Were there 

You let me dance 
Like no other 
Not insisting upon 
Nothing but 
Patterns and 
Steps 
Please 
Never learn so much 
That I cannot move
The way I want to 
When I need to 
Like 
     Last night 



Tuesday, November 3, 2015

The Actor and the Dream

Facebook contact 
With the acquaintance who 
Done me wrong. 
So 
So 
     Very wrong 
So 
So 
     Many years 
     Ago 

What to do ?
     Carefully liking -
     Not commenting -
     Realizing there has been 
          No change 
In 
Ridiculous and 
     Nonsensical
Attitudes
And opinions 

Live and let 
Live 
And 
See what happens with
This newly unblocked 
Line of communication 

It has been ten years 
- A long time to be 
     Unfriended
A long time to be 
Blamed 
And 
Despised
:-)

I have learned so much 
About 
Evil people -
People acting out 
Their own 
Stuff -

Expecting someone else 
To receive their 
Unwarranted 
Anger 

Oh thank God I know better 
Now 
Than to believe in -
     To be affected by 
Some silliness  
Of
Some other 

Some temper tantrum 
Behind some imagined 
Slight 

Thank the Angels 
I can see now 
That behavior belongs to 
     The actor 
     On their own stage 
     In their own drama 
     Of their own creation 

My own stage becoming 
Much more like 
A Zen Garden 
     With a few 
     Well chosen rocks 
     A pine tree 
     A bench 
- For contemplation 
And the seeing 
Of 
The difference between 
The actor and 
The dream 

     




Sunday, November 1, 2015

WHY??


Change - Why?
Daylight screw up time -
Savings. 
They call it saving
Who are they saving ?
They are messing around with 
TIME!! 
I know 
THEY are doing this 
Just to prove 
     THEY can 
Just to 
     Mess us up 
     And keep us 
     Off balance 
To more firmly establish 
THEIR power. !!!

It it illuminate? 
A conspiracy? 
Well -
     It certainly has to do 
With light 
     One hour more 
     Or less 

So now I think we should revolt 
We should all show up 
At the old time 
And refuse to change 
     Any clocks !!!

This clock 
That clock 
Digital 
     Or analogue -

From one time to the next -
The car refuses to divulge 
     It's secrets -
Thanks to Chevy engineers 
     (Or lack of) 
I now will never know 
What time the car is on 
Until I 
     Search through
     And find 
The owner's manual 

Under time 
Index ; clock 
Push this button how? 
A less user friendly way 
Has never been 
Devised. !!!

So I 
Am one whole flippin' hour 
Early 
To church 
Just so 
     THEY 
Can yet again 
     PROVE 
THEIR power!!!

Monday, October 26, 2015

The thirty year lunch

The thirty year lunch

Hi, how r u
What'z been goin' on?

Still dancin'
     Yeah . . .
How's the ranch?
How's the water?
     The well is old -
     From when the ranch was much
          Bigger
          Plenty of water -
But when it rains
If it rains
If it rains hard
     There will be mud slides and
      Flooding
This we know -
But watering
Isn't the same as rain
     The plants know the difference
     I can see
     Just in the yard
     The ground is so dry
           It pulls away our best efforts
           With the hose
And "they" have allowed
So much building
So many more condos
What were they thinking???
Except, of course, about
     Their own
Profit
Of course,
At our expense.

Quality of life
For all -
We all want
A place to lay our heads
At night
Some walls to keep out the
Fright
A gate, a small garden
     To sit in and contemplate
Grow -
A tomatoe plant
Or two

Please rearrange this system -
This monetary arrangement
Where the haves have more than they
     can ever use
And the have nots walk by
With shopping carts
     Piled high
Why ?

Not to take from anyone
Not to make the rich feel small
No
Not at all
For they do employ
And take the business risk
And already pay
So very much
To the government

So when r we gonna do
Lunch ?
We've been sayin'
We're goin' to
And that just doesn't
     Get it done -



Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Library



-The library is quiet 
But the chair is hard
- the patron just beside me 
     Blows the nose with 
     Enthusiasm !!

There is a clock ticking 
In the hallway 
And time 
Has 
Slowed down . . .

This place must be 
A hundred years old -
Almost!

Note to self
Bring cushion
Next time -
And earplugs . . .

The librarian makes the rounds 
Every few minutes 
She may be lonesome 
     Sitting here 
All day with old books 
     And ghosts 
There must be 
     Ghosts . . .

Because -
This is not a public library but 
One which has much 
History of mysticism 
 And such
Madam Blavatsky must be 
Looking over us. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Ascension

The cosmic wave 
From the core 
Of the entire galaxy
     Happened 
Ten minutes 
     Ago 

Darn 
Missed it !

This Ascension 
Is now in operation
Full bore 
As I drink my 
     Coffee . . .

We must work 
     Extra hard 
To find the light
     And share it

The powers that be 
     Might not 
Understand this 
     Because it is 
Within 
That it happens 

It is deep 
     In meditation that 
The blue light 
Becomes white light 
And I 
     Disappear 

Then there is only oneness
And bliss 
And I wish I could 
Stay there 
Forever 

But the old body creaks
     And the knees 
Squeak 
And I must 
Move about a bit 

Before I settle again 
To go again 
Towards the light 
     Within

Someone once said 
Something about -
If thine eye be 
Single 
Thy whole body 
Will be filled 
With light 

And 

He was 
Right !