Purple Flame

The Writing Truck

The writing truck -

It may not be much

Parked beside the roadside 

     Such-

But I have my 

Coffee and 

My cookie and 

A notebook and a phone

     Such -

Writing tools are

     These 

Someday I dream 

To have a modern 

Motor home

Or at least some kind of 

Van 

In which to stand 

And move about

     And even 

Stretch out -

For a little nap 

Here 

     By the sea

But for now it

Will have to do -

At least the view 

Is something 

To write

About

The ocean gives us 

     Pause

          Wild and deep

If it had a tsunami here

     And now

I would be gone 

This life-song 

     Done

In a cataclysm of 

     Fishes

The writing truck

Conspiracies and Ghostly Lights

Watching utube 

Late at night 

Conspiracies and ghostly 

      Lights

Things on the moon 

That just aren't right 

And why are they not leaving us alone 

And letting us 

     Get on with it 

Did they cause all the major 

Wars 

And are they 

Still 

? 

Do they educate us 

To believe 

That  

Everything they say 

Is true 

Did they kill them 

One by one 

The ones who sought 

To set us free 

Beginning with the one 

They hung up 

On the tree 

The one who came 

To set us free 

Yes 

It makes my head spin 

To wonder 

And that's the fun of it 

Beats the heck out of regular 

TV 

Where nothing is a 

Mystery 

Except, of course, 

The Mysteries

Savoir Faire

Oh thou fighters and

Angry young men 

And those who wish to 

CONQUER THE WORLD !!!

Would you please learn to dance !

And have a glass of wine 

And hold your partner close 

And listen to the music 

It seems that the Tango takes 

Away the aggression -

Like grounding your electricity -

Your attention could then be given

To steps and hugs and 

Finesse

To moves and turns 

And interplay with 

Another 

War 

Would then seem 

Foolish -

As it is 

There are more important things 

To do 

With your precious time 

With your fleeting youth 

- Hold one another 

Move

Have politeness

And savoir faire

Much better than 

Bombs 

And tragedy 

The Great Connection

New Year's Day 

And I have had 

Oatmeal 

For breakfast !

- a "plant based diet" 

No bacon 

No eggs 

Hopefully not 

     "Genetically modified"

Oats . . .

Not that I will do this 

Everyday -

I prefer to be free

Of platitudes and 

Pronouncements

As much as may be 

Possible 

And this afternoon I will be 

Watching 

The great American 

FOOTBALL GAME 

and ROSE PARADE

On someone's great big 

TV 

God save us !!

In the past 

I have avoided such 

As being much too 

Much! 

But 

I am turning over a 

New Leaf 

Of going along with what 

Happens to be happening 

As long as there is no direct injury 

Involved 

To either party

They may carry a few players 

Off the field 

And many roses had to die 

To decorate 

But 

The players make millions 

To suffer such 

And roses were born

To be sacrificed

To be given 

To lovers in love -

To be the sign 

Of perfect love -

Of spiritual heart

Opening -

The rose within us

Needs to be watered 

To be fed

To be nurtured

And to be admired 

For what it is 

-Our great connection 

With that Love of

Pure creation 

Pure beingness

Oneness

Love

New Years Tonight

New Years tonight 

It's just a number 

After all 

Whether we count it 

This way or 

That way 

We begin to count 

Again 

We have a moment to 

Reflect 

To wonder 

To resolve to 

Make 

No resolutions 

And to just 

Try 

And live in 

The moment 

Responding to 

The necessities

Creating a space 

Around us 

Of beauty and peace 

Loving what's happening 

Being kind 

God bless us everyone