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 

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 

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 

     

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!!!

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 -

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. 

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 !