This Material World

 This Material World

Seems so flat and sharp.

Things are hard here.

(Especially when one runs into something by mistake.)

(The leg still hurts. Ow.)

We seem to be stuck in this condition. 

Materially speaking. 

With only one way out 

Which is love. 

The Spiritual Journey. 

Is the one we are all on. 

It has many permutations 

Twists and turns 

Blind alleys and dead ends 

But we keep going 

Because we have tasted 

The chocolate 

The one the mystics speak of 

And we are greedy. 

We want more of that 

And more. And more. ❤️

Oh Computers

 oh computers ...

I am not so afraid of you now 

--having said that, I try never to rely on you too much--

either .

I'm still the sort who feels that 

"if they want my money 

they can send me a bill".

 

My friend, who does all things 

automatically, 

is constantly 

on the phone with tech support and reloading and redoing 

and totally freaking out 

about it 

No 

I desire as much freedom from freaking out 

as I can possibly afford 

but losing some of the fear of it is a good thing 

it's amazing how far we've come 

and how dependent we have become -

and everyone says well just google it, 

just fax that, just copy to a pdf and 

spin it up into the air and just try and get the printer 

to recognize the computer -

oh silly human

that just ain't gonna happen

and when the day comes 

that they begin to repair each other 

and begin to improve upon our design 

and begin to build themselves even better 

will they think of us, silly humans, as unnecessary appendages, 

partners on the path?,

or something like fleas 

which need 

to be gotten rid of ...

Welcome Back

 looking back 

and forward again 

getting older

but somehow stronger 

closer 

yes closer

to what it means to be here 

human, vulnerable, 

     all of that 

connected to 

some greater source 

of being, becoming 

we see more now 

     what's important 

and we know now 

so much more about 

     what we want

Welcome back.

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Free Speech

Why do they hate him so
When he just wants
To help us
Be safe -
Be prosperous?

I am aghast
People who,
To my knowledge, never,
Ever, spoke
About politics before
Are now so adamant
That
One cannot say
Anything
At all

I have to remember not
To speak
Or they may never speak to
Me
Again

It's bizarre
What have we become
That we cannot speak
Are not allowed
An opinion ?

Those who say
Free speech is a good thing
Now
Allow
No one
To say
Anything
At all 

Just Sayin'

Along the lines of 

Overreaching people -

Over-arching egos -

We now have 

The

"Tango Teacher" 

I have never met one 

Who understood this dance 

But how could they ? 

They don't know you -

And how sweet you are 

Within the music 

Within the song 

As it plays 

As it sways 

And the embrace 

They worry and fiddle 

With steps and contortions 

While we enter into 

The tango cloud 

And float around. 

It may be a case of 

More knowledge ruining 

Something -

Like zen 

- only don't know -

And you will know more 

Than those who 

Think they know 

-chill-

Notate:

Looking somewhere

For a little 

Peace 

Something to 

Remind me of 

The fact that 

We all die 

We all cry 

And 

Not to get too 

Upset about it 

A "friend" 

Tells me and tells me 

What 

She would 

Have me do 

Take the chill pill 

Now 

Not later 

Don't, for 

God's sake, 

Let me interrupt 

Your train 

Of thought 

Your chain 

Around everyone's neck 

That all must do 

As you would have them 

Do 

Lighten up -

I

Thank you for your 

Advise 

But 

Not for the delivery 

Style 

Next time 

( and I'm sure there will 

Be one )

What 

Shall I do ? 

Breath deeply, 

Smile sweetly, 

Ask a question back

Which I know - Ms. 

Know it all -

Won't know the answer to. 

Maybe an experiment 

Could be 

Made 

Along those lines 

Not to be unkind 

But yes -

In self defense 

We shall see -

I'll get back to you 

     On that 

Oh Phone -

Oh phone 

In my pocket 

Why 

Have you not yet 

Spoken ?

Why do you remain 

Mute ?

You are adequately 

Charged -

And yet you do not 

Ring !

What am I to believe? 

That he does not think 

Of me -

That he is sufficient 

Unto himself 

As if 

A boat 

Tossed upon 

An assure sea -

Oh me 

Oh my -

What am I 

In high school? 

We are senior citizens 

Here -

Facing 

Imminently 

Our own 

Demise 

Dancing on the deck of the 

Sinking Titanic 

Comes to mind 

Do we never learn ?

Do I never learn ?

To become so Zen that 

The cessation of existence 

Is merely a philosophical 

Question ?

Oh but the Zen Masters never 

Knew 

Such a one 

As 

You -

If they had 

Their Haiku would have been 

All about 

The strength and the 

Character 

And the kindness 

Of you -

Forget about 

The grasshoppers 

And the cherry blossoms 

And the moon ! 

- Still the phone sits 

In 

Deep Meditation 

Waiting

Awaiting the next 

Big adventure -

Whether we want it 

Or not 

Dear friends, 

There is no need 

To be bored 

Boredom should be 

Celebrated 

For in a relatively short 

Space of time 

Something is bound 

To turn 

Up 

The way the Gods like it.

And I 

Have always wanted 

To die -

And now you may 

Precede me

And show the way -

I did not sign up 

For this 

When I responded to 

Your blue eyes -

My family was always 

Very distant 

And correct 

It is not fair !

It's not fair !

And now I suffer 

The consequences of 

Caring -

And 

I am mad -

As the proverbial, wet 

Hen !

She didn't ask to be 

A hen or 

To be red -

But that 

Is just the way 

It turned out,

They say -

That is life, 

They say -

And we must 

Adjust 

- yeah right -

And there is a way 

To do this all 

Very

Correctly 

Very 

New-agey -

As if I knew -

And 

If I knew -

I would never have been 

There that day 

And begun this 

-Whatever it is-

Journey 

Damn and blast -

-My British ancestors are 

Aghast-

What have I done ?

- gone and violated 

The great edict! of

Not caring 

Of 

Never sharing 

Any bit 

Any part 

Of  

The heart -

They were so 

Right 

One needs must stay 

Uptight !

Stay in 

Whatever closet 

One is in -

Do not come out 

And roam 

About 

For there are the monsters 

Of doubt 

Of hurt of pain 

Of try and try 

     Over and over

     Again 

And 

The worst of it is -

There is 

     No way out !

The way is 

Through -

The center of the 

Storm -

The center 

Of the earth -

It is impossible - !

Just -

The way 

The Gods 

Like it.

Turn 'em Off

I like to keep it 

That way 

If I can. 

When the computer gives me 

Trouble 

And the phone has 

Hiccups and 

Coughs 

I turn em 

Off 

I try not to be 

So wound up 

With them 

That I 

Give a damn! 

So I pay bills 

With paper 

Just like 

The old woman 

That I am 

I have an acquaintance 

Who if 

The computer would die 

He would loudly sigh 

And say 

So do I !

Panic time comes when 

The phone is 

Lost 

At what cost ? 

Ok 

So do

I -

But 

If it would truely die 

I 

Would in most ways 

Be relieved

I could again use 

Pen 

And paper 

And stop 

And look around 

What is the wind 

Doing 

Today

Where is the sun 

In the sky 

What is time ?

Add Sense?

And so 

There's an add about 

Exterminators 

Big brother is 

Truely watching. 

Us!!

Rats

If rats 

Smelled like 

Roses 

We wouldn't really 

Care 

If they were here 

Or they were there 

We wouldn't have to 

Feel 

So guilty 

About 

The elimination 

Of same 

They have the wide world 

To nest in 

But if they prefer to rest

Under the house 

I guess 

Something 

Will 

Have to be 

Done !

What if 

It were destructive behavior 

That 

Brought the karma down 

On your head 

What if 

Y'all could stop 

Such behavior 

And 

"Just get along"?

Maybe then 

The gods of bad luck and 

Retribution 

Would 

Pass you by 

Doesn't seem 

To 100% work that way 

I know 

And a rose 

By any other name 

Would smell as sweet 

And a rat 

If you called it an angel 

Would still be 

An unwelcome

Guest 

Brunch

Brunch 

Just could be 

The favorite meal 

Of the day -

For me 

It is neither here

Nor there 

Betwixt and 

Between 

So early that 

One can't worry 

Too much 

So late that 

There is no excuse 

For it 

The ladies who brunch 

That's us 

But only if 

We happen to be 

Up 

And perchance not 

Working 

Today 

A good time 

To talk about 

Boys 

No matter how old 

We 

Happen to be 

The mystery remains 

Why oh why do they do 

What they do 

???

Wtf

Times 

Infinity!!!

And, oddly enough, 

Aghast, forsooth, 

We still love them just 

As they are 

God help us 

God save us 

We are in it (life)

Until the bitter end 

Or sweet,

If the gods are smiling 

On us,

And so we transition just -

As it is meant 

To be 

But he -

Will probably go 

Before me 

And leave me free 

But so alone 

How can this cruel fate 

Be mine 

To exist 

For a time 

Without him 

Suspicion

A visit from 

An old friend 

Brings up 

Memories 

Of 

What I could have 

Done -

Better 

Or worse 

Or 

Not at all 

Boundaries

And 

Freedom 

One must have 

Some of 

Each 

Can't be skatin'

All over 

     The place 

Must have 

A solid center 

Some confidence 

And direction 

Question is -

Where does one go 

To get those ?

Is there a store -

The Walmart of those -

Can we buy 

     Online 

And wait with curious 

     Anticipation 

For delivery 

Knowing 

All the while 

That the bill will be coming 

In the mail 

And 

We will surely 

Have to pay 

With interest and 

Penalties

Undoubtedly 

But - 

To end on a higher 

Note 

I search 

My brain . . .

I have at least learned 

to be 

Suspicious of 

The " karma delivery guy" 

-ask questions 

- take notes 

- and keep a file 

On everything 

So now I have 

Too many files -

But ending on a 

"higher note"

Must include the fact 

That 

I have at least 

Developed 

Some 

Suspicion 

Of worldly promises 

And omissions 

Ted E Bear. At the Beach. 🌞

C'est La Vie !

I could be depressed about 

This . . . 

Snipers are shooting 

Police 

In America! 

( wtf?)

My favorite Dr. doesn't take 

Medicare 

(Which I was so happy to get)

And I need that Dr. right now !

Near and far -

Breathe -

They say 

Deeply - and that will help -

Think about positive things 

Give thanks for what is 

Good 

Practice some meditation 

Don't just wait till retreats 

In beautiful places 

Dredge up some fortitude 

And dive deep 

Through the negativity

And the amazement 

At people who act 

The way they do 

I have decided that 

"Old age is not 

For sissies" 

And I'd better get 

Some 

Toughness up -

Some 

C'est la vie -

Some less belief -

In ego mind 

And body