not?
These are my feelings
expressed in mere words.
And how useless are words
if my life does not demonstrate
in how I live it.
Did I Get That Right?
Sure the ideas are there
and where else could they be but “there”?
Thanks, don’t answer that; I’m not
trying to impress you, or me. Words, words,
oh, they’re so jumpy, today, so,
another piece of recyke hits the can,
un-carefully crushed -- I know,
I know, unpolitically incorrect: should
have been carefully folded
and stacked. And bagged. And binned.
And labelled: RECYCLED PAPER
Aye, but there’s the rub, I survived
from old school. Didn’t recyke
in ‘em days. At least not as
ostentatiously hypocritically as done now.
No politicians in white ties and
white-gloved hands-out legislating,
if not legalizing,
plethora’s of green fees (if
you care to know, we had no golf courses)
and no PC eco-freaks godlessly
praying to goddess mantises
of rain forest fame.
Can’t say I care much for all that eco-freaking,
fracking: you lose, you pay, I win. It’s all
so, so, so, well-oiled and tanked up(!)
this political/environmental bank rupturing
machinery
printing out fee samples in fee simple
as if there’d be no tomorrow. If we’re lucky,
there won’t be. And we’ll all be the richer
for having no future. Call it foresight.
The Gift
Do we recognize the Gift?
Winter's snow falling gently
upon bowing evergreens;
the sun's soft warming light
when life would seem too cold to bear;
the bright moon's eerie ways
guiding us down midnight paths?
Do we recognize the Gift?
From some unfathomable depth,
perhaps from within ourselves,
from nature's womb and cradle,
life courses, races through our blood,
fills our senses to the brim:
a Gift to be of value must be accepted,
understood, experienced.
The life we live, the times we have,
are they of our making...
Or is it a Gift to be recognized?
We have played with life
as if it was some toy;
as if it could be broken, discarded
and another would be found...
Does our knowledge of life
not tell us otherwise?
Are we but a memory in the making?
A mist passing through time and space?
"This gift of life man takes for granted,
Who is the Owner and final judge
of use or misuse?"
Embrace All (Don’t Be Shy!)
Embrace all who enter your life,
the young, the old, the weak, the strong
friends and strangers, gather ye ‘round the table!
For whatever reason exists, let them sit:
are they here to be awakened by growing wisdom
or to share a changed outlook
following a massive Earth change?
Or are they of those who come to enlighten,
to increase awareness within this duality,
bringing experiences from life in the beyond?
Embrace all who enter your life, friend or foe
and you will surely know who you are!
How else can you transmute energies
from this obsolete and dangerous system,
or help another seeker through his transition?
Help each other discover knowledge
from sharing dreams that seem to make no sense;
from speaking of other worlds seen in the shadows;
not forgetting to understand this world
through this experience in broadened perspective.
Be ‘off the wall’ and who really cares
if you come across as really “out there?”
You’ll still walk those streets tomorrow,
‘cause the System’s shut down its loony bins
due to a perceived lack of funding...
you can have the last laugh, Oh, yes!
Dreams
fogs lift slowly
from sleepy valleys
to remote barren hills
fogs lift and part
a ribbon of sunshine
stabs
down narrow draws
paints
high-faced bluffs
spreads
to timber line
above rising clouds
domain of ice and snow
lichens and mosses
wild anemones
bloom and shiver
in the restless breeze
curious marmots
stand innocently
among coal-black rocks
quiet beauty
and gentle dreams
still exist
above drifting fogs.
The Immune System
America: the coddled society
with drugs are a-plenty
pill pushers - doctors - more!
so eager to give you paradise.
Feel a little ill, feel a little pain
rush to the doc's office to complain:
take a routine examination
and what do you get?
a routine prescription, that's what.
Rush to the drug store,
don't wait to get it filled,
pop, pop! POP 'em all!!!
the red pill, the blue pill, the white one,
now everything's OK,
you can watch TV again -
no head-ache, no pain,
need something else to complain.
But what are flu's and colds and such:
Diseases? Signs of poor health?
Of course not!
They're testing the immune system,
see if it's working; if all is OK.
By-pass the test with a pill -
feel OK in the moment
but your immune system is not tested,
its batteries may be dead;
last upgrade not done
comes a deadly virus,
sorry, it is not there for you
your body becomes infected
and death not far away.
Choice: make yourself feel good -
pop that pill, relieve that ache, carry on
with the party, the game, whatever:
sooner or later the real thing comes
and you won't know until too late
your immune system lacked an upgrade
and wasn't standing by:
no response to the alarm.
Accept a cold, a flu, an odd ache and pain:
they're there to test the system, not to kill.
"Every human being is the author of his own health or disease."
(Buddha)
Against Time
The River of Time flows faster
as one approaches its gaping mouth;
roaring waters echo wildly
through canyons of time-bound lives
seeking to escape the surging stream
into the unknown sea.
"Stop running away," it says,
"I am life's normal rhythm:
my flow cannot be reversed with fear.
Let my life-giving water become a mother
carrying a child: the soul of your life.
I am not an enemy,
I am the companion.
All that comes here
must reconcile with me
or fear me!
Give up the need to conquer,
the selfish demands crowding your mind,
the desire to win eating at your soul:
I can give you peace in this sojourn
as I must carry you to the portals of life.
Body
Earth body,
witness
to darkness,
will you see the light
in the morning?
Elk Mountain
In the first splash
of dawn-coloured hills,
the enchantment begins.
Through my portal of desire
I enter the forest,
beyond my senses.
The path I follow,
brushed lightly by angels' wings,
filled with angels' laughter!
Beauty accompanies my heart;
love buoys my spirit;
joy cries to be recognized.
Dappled hues brighten
a peach-toned sunrise;
morning mists dissipate
in laughter and dew drops sparkling
a diamond on every little finger!
Here is the full glory announcing
a new mountain summer day.
I Dream Of Tara
Dark clouds roll in from the West
marking a change in the weather;
warmer air heralding Spring.
This is the time
for the return of Tara!
She will ride her dark stallion
from a far away land
beyond the distant horizon:
will she stop for me this season?
I remember the times we shared
which passed as love to me,
But what were they to her?
Spring and Summer
she laughingly shared with me
as she did with others...
She left in the Autumn,
springing away lightly
over wildly tossing waves
on her shoreless ocean:
left me yearning for her touch
as Winter cast her frigid spell,
in the wake of her leaving...
I wonder:
does a flower dream of the sun
touching its petals
long before the dawn arrives
as I dream of Tara's return?
It's All About Your Future
It's your future we speak of (They said)
You should be concerned - and don't you know
It all depends on believing in the right things?
What sort of right things? (I said)
I'm sorry, I wasn't really listening there,
Thinking rather of those without a future.
Where will you spend eternity? (They said)
Don't you know there is a hell
For those who do not obey God?
I'm sorry, what was that again? (I said)
His load is heavier than I had anticipated
no wonder this man was down on his knees.
Let's try again - do you believe in God? (They said)
The Bible has all the right answers
for those who sincerely seek salvation.
I have heard that before (I said)
It's OK, let me carry this a bit farther for you
You are exhausted and obviously hungry.
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ (They said)
And he will forgive your sins
And in the end take you into heaven.
Yes, I know, I've heard that too (I said)
But for now could you give me some money
so