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(A poem and warm thought for every day of the year)
January 1
My New Year’s Solution
Happy New Year! Don’t think it strange
that we still cheer. Perhaps we’ll change.
Hope celebrates a happiness
that elevates to sweet success.
Which scientist will win the prize
as pragmatist of all that’s wise?
What kind of art will dominate?
Will it have heart, or will it hate?
What will Man seed? What kind of rage
will future read on our front page?
My solution, for all Mankind?
(Intermission, to calm the mind).
Happy hurts less than sad.
January 2
Meditation For My Daughter
If she is sincere,
then she can learn the shoots of flowers.
If she learns the shoots of flowers,
then she can learn the shoots of weeds.
If she learns the shoots of weeds,
then she can cultivate her garden.
If she cultivates her garden,
then she can learn about beauty.
If she learns about beauty,
then she can learn about love.
If she learns about love,
then she can instruct well.
If she instructs well,
then the world can learn the shoots of flowers.
The way of beauty is the way of the heart.
January 3
Young And Old Talk
How many inch worms travel these trees?
How many ants ride the backs of bees?
How many pants have I thread worn the knees?
How many hours
have I sat in this garden
watching the river sailed-down by leaves?
Inch worms and bees,
yes, long ago –
the oak felt
the last of me.
No more
does it hold me
in its sun-yellow canopy,
as I initial the bark
for all my friends
to see.
No, I have not retired
from the search.
Before me now a deeper river flows.
Ancient leaves sail
in the current.
A gentle stellar wind
stirs the plum blossoms
on the water.
There is always hope for happiness.
January 4
A Gift For All Seasons
I’m sending you your favorite flower.
Are the colors yet so vivid in your mind?
Does the fragrance linger still this hour?
And when you touch each petal do you find
the dew has kept them moist and fresh for you?
Beauty serves us in and out of season.
(One thought and happy feelings live anew).
Each harvest of beauty will sooth all reason
which personally grays a clear blue sky.
Together we’ll plant seeds of beauty then,
for future harvesters to ponder why
we planted an inner and outer garden.
Let them discover (between smile and groan),
why beauty is, to Man, a stepping stone.
Without love we are sunless.
January 5
Thinking Young
Sailing boats and flying planes,
toys do their job so well.
Soaring kites and noisy trains,
and books with tales to tell.
They tickle the young adventure-bone.
See the power in those eyes;
to scale a mountain on their own
(then eat a thousand pies),
to conquer tree limbs by themselves,
to scatter fleets of ducks to wing,
to envy Santa’s playful elves,
to give that church bell just one ring.
Oh thank the stars for exciting things,
and dangling hopes of young kite strings.
The finest flower is cultivated
in the garden of the heart.
January 6
Father At Feeding Time
Why don’t you open your mouth and eat?
I struggle with feeding you pears and peas,
and you squirt it back with grace and ease.
All covered with cereal from nose to my knees,
little girl do you know what I’m going through,
dodging your arms with half a spoonful?
Why there’s more on me than there is on you.
But I’m catching on, and with greater insistence,
I’m infiltrating your arms and leg resistance.
Oh I love you girl, but I just can’t wait
until you can tell me that you just ate,
and wear pretty dresses, and smile so fair.
I just won’t think of pulling long hair,
or falling from tree limbs, or broken balloons.
Gladly would I buy two tickets to the moon,
than feed you peaches with a baby’s spoon.
In my heart there is room for a rainbow.
January 7
Crab-Talk
At the far end
of the Santa Cruz pier
a boy is “crabbing”.
He pulls up
the metal crab trap
and discovers
his “first” crab.
He is delighted.
The crab runs
across the pier.
The boy grabs it,
gets pinched,
drops the crab,
and watches it
run off the edge
into the water.
The boy is sad.
He lowers the net again.
I remember
when I was a boy.
We tied a net
to an old hoop,
baited it,
then lowered it
into the Atlantic.
It was always an adventure
playing with the crabs.
We learned to hold them
from the top
to avoid the pincer claws.
It was amusing to watch the boy
attempt to recapture
his runaway crab,
but his quiet sobered me
when he saw his prize
get away.
It is tough to watch a boy
learn the hard way.
I remember
the prizes
that got away from me
because I did not know
how to handle them,
and it was not only as a boy
the loss hurt,
but as a Man as well.
I wonder why it is
those pleasures
lead to pain?
Some lesson, no doubt,
I had to learn
that wasn’t learned
when I was young
that followed me
throughout the night
until the dawn
of my understanding
with its imperturbable light.
There is an attitude inside
that doesn’t want me to learn
the lessons that I must learn,
an attitude that wants me
caught up in my little boy sorrows
at every loss,
an attitude that guarantees
for each joy a grief.
But I am learning
it is in “the holding on”
that one gets bit.
I am careful now
where I lower my net,
how I open it,
and how I grasp the prize.
And if it gets away
I smile,
for it is tough to watch a man
learn the hard way.
To maintain a sun-yellow feeling,
do not make clouds.
January 8
This Is How I Really Feel
You are the green leaf.
You focus the sun
into the pink petals
of the morning rose.
You are the melody.
You create the softness
in the memory
of the ancient woodwind.
You are the incense.
You fill the universe
with the secret perfume
of undying hope.
You are the warm feeling.
You touch the timely moment
of our emptiness
with magnificent humility.
You are the nectar.
You wait in the human heart
for those who search
with infinite compassion.
You are the insight.
You cut the Gordian knot
of worldly confusion
with immaculate simplicity.
You are the door.
You open my inner room
onto the million sunrises
of your waking galaxies.
You are the conductor.
You guide me through
the starry vastness
of my being.
You are the Being of beings.
And in the in-between
of our forgetfulness,
You sing Your song –
of love.
The reward for patience is compassion,
the reward for compassion is love.
January 9
On the Way To Civilization
Fill our hearts O Lord of Light
as the sun fills the morning of our day.
Light up the alley-ways of our darkest moods.
Teach us firmness in feeling joy
as a shield against our grimmest thoughts.
Guide us with your ray of loveliness.
Illumine our minds with your alphabet of beauty,
and let us build a concept to embrace You.
As the sun colors the evening of our day
enter O Lord of Light the doorway to our dreams,
and show us how to love You all the more.
Love is an escalator of Light,
the higher we go the more we glow.
January 10
Pow-Wow
(for Mesag Gweena
Papago Indian 18th C. Arizona)
Mark the sacred circle.
Shaman, make holy the drum-center.
Dancers prepare.
Let the chanters start the drum.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?
Come.
Follow the lead dancer.
Enter the timeless circle.
The drummers chant for you.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?
That feeling in your heart
will dance you into the center.
The heart beat of the universe
will flow in your blood.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?
The Great Formula for Personal Happiness:
Less “attitude” more gratitude.
January 11
Dawn Walker
Some are awake.
(The Phoenix horizon whispers
to those still sleeping).
Come back,
come back from your nests
of innermost desire.
(Come back from your dream song searching).
With the first breath of dawn
return.
Vitalize your melody
in the pale orange ray.
With pastel feelings
serenade your sun,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.
Make fearless the heart
which commands the wing,
the source of light is coming.
Make keen the eye
which discerns the hawk,
from your nest fly swiftly.
In the air, welcome with your spiral dance,
the cause of day,
for it is time now for the celebration of dawn.
As the mountains fill
the Salt river,
let the wisdom of the Hopi
fill your heart.
From the canal dreaming
of the ancient Hohokam,
arch your rainbow
into the future, bright
with possibility.
Cultivate your desert
with the patience
of the Papago,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.
Sing! Sing!
Sing with gratitude!
The desert is aglow.
Put joy in your song.
Receive O Phoenix, your sun.
To this light-song of beauty
open your heart.
Infuse your labors with its joy,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.
To strive for Beauty is to live in joy.
January 12
Our Hearts Can Pump A Kinder Fluid
It’s in the thought of all that’s good
that we will start our climb to God.
But we await, (just as we should),
the beautiful to give her nod.
She’s in the in-between of things
where sunlight melts into the green
of oak and maple leaves then springs
into a flowers summer scene.
And when, for a friend, we reach higher,
beyond a nasty mood –
beyond the dance of unfulfilled desire,
it’s then with beauty we respond.
To think the beautiful is rare
will miss its subtle link –
with care.
Love is a rose in the garden of eternity.
January 13
The Man With No Charity In Him
O leaf on the ocean,
the four winds force you
where they will.
Dark waters engulf you.
And every bubble
of your escaping breath
blames God.
To learn we must observe.
January 14
Crescent Talk
Not much is done by such a light
(the moon is one night old tonight).
So far away from Earth’s shadow.
Can such a ray shed light to grow?
The sun can barely bounce its beam
off such a rarely angled dream.
But I believe, in all that space,
Man’s dreams can weave a well lit place –
a solar stage, where hearts can view
an inner page with subtle hue,
where sun is there at every turn
no matter where earth lamps may burn.
Our hearts thrive on Beauty.
January 15
Another Year Around The Sun
I’ve shed some tears and had some fun.
I’ve felt so small and then just great.
I’ve tried to rush and learned to wait.
I’ve wanted not, yet been in need,
and now its time to choose new seed:
something that’s not afraid to grow;
something bright for color and show;
something with fragrance for the nose;
something with beauty like the rose;
something I’m sure no wind blows down;
something I feel no flood can drown;
something no frost can freeze and die;
something no drought can wither dry.
All thoughts are seeds the wise do say
(and, “Thoughts cannot be burned away.”)
If thoughts bear fruit at my bequest,
then which produce the best harvest?
I’d choose prudence were I to guess
(the lack of it creates a mess).
But I’d plant joy and beauty too,
then add a balanced point of view.
But most of all I’d plant to learn
how best to make my mind discern
that secret door within my heart
where God is King and Love His art.
Love is like a fragrant herb,
beyond its obvious pleasures lies a healing quality.
January 16
World Series
Millions jammed in the “On-deck-circle” of life,
waiting,
patiently and impatiently,
waiting,
fighting down fear and anxiety,
waiting,
“to score”.
Like the cherry blossom promises the cherry,
compassion is the flower of love.
January 17
The Turning Of The Wheel
Delicate mudras
animate the final hardness.
In long rows they sit,
headless from souvenir hunters.
The wild grass and bushes
attend them.
An internal mantra pulses
mad,
stone mad,
through deepest meditation
it shouts like elephants
into the stillness.
Where does it end
this battlefield of the minds?
Those who do not require thanks
are able to give more.
January 18
The Man
with his unshaven broken lip
stitched like an old sandlot baseball
spoke of God,
as he reached back
and covered the slim green bottle
in his hip pocket
with the flap of his muddied sport coat.
He reminded me
of a swimming pool
in winter —
Something you had to walk around
and noticed with regret
how little used it was
and how wonderful
it was going to be
when the sun played warm
on the water.
Deception is a mushroom of the poisonous variety.
January 19
Message To Myself
Joy lives inside your healing heart.
Don’t let it hide. Don’t dwell apart.
Set life agrin. (Smilers don’t pout).
Let freshness in. Let staleness out.
Impeach that frown. Sad’s ruled too long.
Be up not down. Sing well your song.
How then should we approach life?
(As the youth at the end of our first kite string.)
January 20
Think Joy In Your Heart
Strive-on. Strive-on.
In sunless days when joy seems gone,
and life’s a maze
strive-on. Strive-on.
When chaos reigns
throughout the land
and your heart pains
strive-on. Strive-on.
Go deep within
and you will find
the will to win.
Strive-on. Strive-on.
The swans are white
upon the lake.
Push back the night.
Strive-on. Strive-on.
Where is the value of a person
who has not harnessed his animal nature?
January 21
We Can Do Better
To acquire and preserve the warmth of the universe;
to carry it always in your heart;
to feel its connection with the Source of all things;
to share it in every smile;
to be grateful for the search for it;
such is the state of refined Humanity.
Sincerity, (our inner sun),
rises in the land of no-deception.
January 22
The Secret Of Every New Year
As we reflect on this past year,
most can expect both cheer and tear.
High hopes we had, and dreams of wealth.
Yet settled glad for better health.
We want to learn what future brings,
but few discern that thoughts are things.
Each thought is seed. We think and sow.
We are the deed. Choose well and grow.
It takes a while to know God’s art,
then plant a smile within the heart.
Like petals on a pond tell of a blossom’s day in the sun,
so too our thoughts and deeds fill the universe.
January 23
Confidence
draws attention,
like a man on a high wire,
without a net,
walking over a thousand faces
gawking
at their own death.
You! You up there!
Where do you hide your fear,
taut between poles,
balanced –
the future lying
in the perfect slack
between desires.
The maverick is one who sees no value in unity.
January 24
Dune Walker
It’s greener there,
where the wind teaches the grass
to grow on the calm side of the dune.
On the weather side,
the tough grow tougher:
the tender never live
to reproduce.
We are like the grass.
Some work with Nature,
some work against her.
But we are not as lucky
as the grass.
To be rooted I mean.
We wander from calm to weather,
and wonder,
why the walking is so slow
and holds us back
from where it is
we want to go.
Yet some walk the balance of extremes.
Their footprints mark the tops of dunes,
and we could follow these
if there is still a trace
to gage a line of travel
far into the distance.
For the wind trains a quick eye
in those who must reach the goal.
I see them walking on ahead,
alert to the wind off every leaf,
watching every change of weather.
I see them watching every mood
that would have them fail
at their attempt to balance.
And I’m glad that I’m not rooted
like the grass,
that I too can journey
beyond my fear of weather.
Anger and hate,
are they not the grave diggers of Humanity?
January 25
Web-Talk
In the rose garden
the boy in me watches a spider
string his web across a bush.
The web is dual,
with sticky circles
and straight non sticky threads.
The spider sits and waits,
like a fisherman,
for a pull on his line.
A bug flies into the web.
The spider feels the pull,
waits out the struggle,
runs down a straight thread,
wraps and stings its prey,
to later suck the juices.
Death has taught the spider
not to rush at the first pull,
nor walk on circular threads
that would have it trapped
in its own web.
At the meditation pond,
I wonder how many times
I’ve been caught in webs,
webs spun by others,
and webs I have spun
for reasons long forgotten.
Webs, with no part
that didn’t stick,
trapped me when
I ran to wrap and sting
my prey.
If I made webs dual,
I could spin and reap too.
But something bothers me
about this lesson of the spider.
What once gave me pleasure
no longer pleases me,
and I wonder why
I had to spin webs at all?
But let me lose no patience,
for Nature keeps her secrets
for those who want to learn
from unhurried observation.
And unlike the spider,
I can walk away from webs,
yet it must build another;
but I will spin no more
for fear nor pleasure.
As the waking song birds serenade the dawn,
so our hearts sing joyfully at the thought of beauty.
January 26
A Joyful New Year!
May we insist, with kindly cheer,
that joy persist this coming year.
May we show care, with loving tones,
as we declare Man’s no-hate-zones.
May we exude, with each heartbeat,
our gratitude to all we meet.
May our songs say, we understood,
then built our day with Common Good.
Discontent is an off ramp from the highway of joy.
January 27
Message To Myself
The joyful way makes no sorrow.
Sad thoughts today fill tomorrow.
Each attitude needs discerning.
The cause of mood is our learning.
If our thoughts are to be evergreen, then
we must gather the pine cones of our experience.
January 28
Message To Myself
You know it’s true. Desire will play,
wth points of view, in this Earth stay.
Love is the prize (consult with Soul).
Prudence is wise. Service is goal.
May life well teach. May I well learn.
Within my reach I must discern.
Steadfast needs choice. Choose to rejoice!
Be strong like the plum tree in winter, (but in your heart
cultivate the delicate beauty of plum blossoms).
January 29
In My Dreams I Fly
Awake,
I am a boy’s kite
in a toy box,
not quite knowing when,
the spring breeze
will touch his heart again.
Beauty guards the portal leading
to the inner chambers of Humanity.
January 30
The Amusement Park
January.
The white beams
of the Santa Cruz roller coaster
hold a calm track.
The coaster rests
at the brake station.
There is no crowd
at the ticket booth
waiting to ride.
The sun is warm.
The boardwalk is empty,
and I am unhurried now.
My mind is a maze of white beams.
The track is an old habit pattern.
The coaster is a dominant attitude.
The passengers are emotions
that thrive on every
twist and plunge.
Mood is the brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Confusion is the ticket taker,
and I sit on a bench
on the boardwalk –
watching the show.
And it is not
a one night stand,
or season.
For a generation and a half
I’ve watched the coaster
climb and plunge.
My life is a maze of white beams.
Pleasure is the coaster
that carries me
on the track of my desires.
Choice is my brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Experience is the ticket taker,
and I sit on a bench
on the boardwalk of my life –
watching the show.
And it is not
a one man show,
or one generation.
History is a maze of white beams.
Fear is the coaster
that carries us
on the track of ignorance.
Hope is the brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Promise is the ticket taker,
and God
sits on a bench
on the boardwalk
of the universe –
watching the show.
Our Conscience whispers,
like a remembered flower picked in a dream.
January 31
Castle-Talk
When I was a boy
the tide called me
to long walks
on the smooth wet sand.
Clams squirted
like fountains
at every step.
Some wet my ankles,
some reached as high
as my knees.
Gulls soared
and dived
for fish.
The ocean roared
through every shell
held at my ear,
and each day
there were
sand castles.
That is where I learned
that sand castles last
but the life span of a tide.
They are never overpowered
by the ocean,
the waves just wash away
the sand.
In time
all castles
are abandoned
to the tide.
I set out to beat
the tide,
carrying wet sand
beyond the work
of waves.
I built my castle
above the high tide line,
and guarded it
against children
who tear down the dreams
of others.
But there was more to learn
about sand castles.
The sun dried my dream,
and the wind blew it away.
Ten thousand tides have passed
since I forgave the Atlantic,
(sun and wind),
for taking my dream.
Nature has taught me
the difference
between beauty
and practicality.
I go to the ocean
for beauty,
but the shore,
with all its moods,
is no place
to build a dream.
Yet the call of the tide
is still alive in me,
and yes,
there are other calls.
But I am careful now
which calls I follow,
where they come from,
who is calling, and why.
Hold a good thought, feel a good feeling.
February 1
Your Flaming Heart Fills The Universe With Love
Lord I see Your light house beaming.
You warn the captain of every vessel.
You light up the dark rocks of remorse,
You spot light the sandbars of insincerity,
You illumine the shallow waters of ingratitude.
With love you point out the Channel of Beauty.
With love you point out the Ocean of Joy.
With love you point the way to the Great Magnet of the Heart.
With love you whisper in every approaching ear.
Strive On! Strive On!
Our doubt devours our energy!
February 2
“Make a joyful noise … “
From beauty found in every thought,
make bold that sound the wise have taught.
The song must start. The sun could fit
inside the heart where joy is lit.
Such music-light can fill all space
with notes so bright they touch the Face
and bring a smile that’s all worthwhile.
All life is a learning.
February 3
The Poetry Of Robert Frost
In winter,
a playful man, who knew the woods,
rolled New England into a snowman.
At the right season, he set it riding
on the hot streets of New York.
Soon, a melting hand reached inside
and gave its heart to the poet.
If I carry beauty in my heart,
my storm will become a small wind.
February 4
Thinker-Reaper
Think me a seed for all seasons.
(Thought forms the deed filled with reasons).
Seed thoughts take root, bud and flower.
They yield their fruit – sweet or sour.
Harvest we will our fields of thought,
and pay the bill as we are taught
not to neglect cause and effect.
Will the rushing river forget the quiet of mountain snow?
February 5
Wise-Talk (1)
No Wise could say wiser,
each thought is a seed.
No Wise could do wiser,
than plant a heart deed.
No Wise could feel wiser,
when joy fills all space.
No Wise could be wiser,
when love sets the pace.
The sunrise cannot be rushed.
February 6
Did Ya Ever?
It was a long ago seedling
with stem and root.
Did ya ever think
a thought could bear fruit?
It was a song ago feeling
planted in spring.
Did ya ever think
a feeling could sing?
Song ago, long ago,
harvest all deeds.
Did ya ever think
which seeds produce weeds?
The reward for sincerity is trust.
February 7
To Robert Frost, Poem Maker
You, who are dead,
but have not died.
Are you freer now to think
for the one more
cast off shell”?
Earth is still “the right place
for love”.
The “ice cube still rides
on its own melting”.
On the sizzling surface
of world tension,
the poem still flows
into “a momentary stay
against confusion”.
Are you still tired
of the harvest
you yourself
desired,
or are you once again
“a swinger of Birches”,
“beginning in delight
and ending in wisdom”?
Here, our setting sun
fills our heart’s labor
with the joyful color
of beauty.
There are no snowy woods
for winter walking,
no white drifts
come to bury you
in solid snow.
Yet, we are not without waves.
(To weather the spirit I mean).
Our Sonoran sun
separates
the hombres from the muchachos.
But if, for long,
it burns beyond the mean,
we, like those who have gone,
(our ancient Hohokam),
know well enough
not to live at any extreme.
We can leave
a desert hut as well,
and be not afraid
to move on
from a once more cast off hell.
Like a smoke detector, accurate knowledge contains
the potential of unworried sleep.
February 8
The Song Of Gratefulness
I sing my song of gratefulness
to the source of all beauty and all life.
You are the light of all stars.
You are the light behind all light.
You are the space between galaxies.
You are the space behind all space.
You are the sun of our solar system.
You are the sun behind all suns.
I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.
You are the color of all sunsets.
You are the color behind all color.
You are the fragrance of all flowers.
You are the fragrance behind all fragrances.
You are the song of all birds.
You are the song behind all songs.
I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.
You are the warmth of all Souls.
You are the warmth behind all warmth.
You are the pulse of all beings.
You are the pulse behind all pulses.
You are the heartbeat of all Humanity.
You are the heartbeat behind all heartbeats.
I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.
The “star” we look at tonight may
have exploded millenniums ago.
(To progress, we must discern
what exists and what does not).
February 9
Mountain Talk
When I think of mountain,
I see only peak.
There are no fur lined faces
with frosted beards –
no gloved hands grasping
rock bound pitons.
There are no ropes,
no goggles, no frozen boots.
Yet, I know they are there,
risking it all,
for the top.
When I think of climbers,
I see only heart.
There are no icy slopes,
no white peaks,
no forbidding winds –
just courage and striving.
When I think of achievement,
I see only joy.
There is no sadness,
no profound heartaches,
no suffering
from broken dreams.
Yet I know they are there,
discarded,
along some line of ascent.
God made mountains
physical and non-physical,
and God made climbers
external and internal.
When I gaze
into the heart
of a climber,
I see mountains.
In the lavender pink
of the rising sun,
the heart-climber is there,
in joyful labor,
pushing the ascent,
piercing the vastness
of each personal mountain
with pitons of joy.
A veiled mountain there is,
with peak brighter
than the sun.
Dark clouds cling
to its tree line.
Climbers there are,
who ever strive
for its conquest,
without which Humanity
cannot progress.
It begins its slope
in deception.
In the darkness of betrayal
it rises to its tree line.
The climber must discern
the Spiritual Art
of No-deception
to prevail.
The Teacher of Beauty
will guide the conquest,
for our level of joy
must be equal
to the ascent.
When I think of joy,
I see only beauty.
There is no ugliness,
no crudity,
no lack of order.
Yet, I know they are there,
risking it all,
for the top.
Service without demand of reward,
or need of recognition, is it not a thing
rare and lovely like a rainbow?
February 10
If Talk
If I should win the lottery
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my never-be
and set myself forever free.
If I should find rare coinery
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my couldn’t-be,
and set myself forever free.
If I should gain fine jewelry
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my shouldn’t-be,
and set myself forever free.
Never-be, couldn’t-be, shouldn’t-be,
how did they gain their mastery
to cloud my self discovery?
(Is that the way it otta-be?)
If I should win my liberty
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my slavery,
and set myself forever free.
But what-if my “If” should never-be?
Some rather “when” than “If” you see,
for “when” is like a future tree,
but “if” is just a doubt-in-me.
A real good “when” is gold to me.
A bad “when” is a grave to be.
Now good “what-ifs” can set me free,
but bad “what-ifs” can bury me.
So how then should it otta-be?
It seems God left it up to me
to search each possibility
within my heart’s own treasury.
(Now that’s the way it otta-be.)
Like Michelangelo chipping his David
from its block of marble,
is it not our challenge
to free that courage, (and beauty), within ourselves?
February 11
The Great Stepping Stone
Can love persist without some fun?
Can life exist without the sun?
Can healing thought embrace our heart?
Can youth be taught the healing art?
Sorrow is yet, (in each season),
the real regret of Man’s reason.
Life’s wisest way is joy each day.
If there is ever the height of a mountain between us,
I will learn to climb.
February 12
After Inner Weather
So now I’m old and have some tales to tell.
Should I be bold and have some fun as well?
From what I’ve learned the fun would be on me.
Storms undiscerned bury young dreams at sea.
The wise captain uses thoughts as ballast.
(A sailor’s Zen to free him from the past.)
Over the side go greed, anger and pride
Life without beautiful thoughts is a song bird
which has forgotten it can sing.
February 13
The South West Summer Dude Sale
Right-on through June, its a dry heat.
Then comes monsoon. Oh what a treat!
Sunsets are great. The colors glow.
They highly rate our lightning show.
Triple digits – we’ll have a ball.
Later on its cool in the fall.
Play in the sun! Phoenix is fun!
Sincerity is the Light of character,
(charity is its warmth).
February 14
The Little Alien
Where she comes from deep space is fun.
A star is someone else’s sun.
Sol’s wished upon by youthful hope
with sleepy yawn and telescope.
Her heart makes plea when time for bed
on bended knee in infrared.
“Send love to all who watch our light
and hear our call for peace tonight.”
Where there is mountain the up-draft
awaits our decision to soar.
February 15
Hiding Moon
Into space we cast our darkness –
far enough at least
to reach the moon,
wide enough to cover it.
Yet we forget
it is always there.
Yes,
eclipses jog our memory,
(although not for long).
From our shadow, the hiding moon
will soon escape,
to light our way at night,
and sometimes, with the sun, conspire
to darken our day.
But at times like now,
(in the in-between of momentary concealment),
when thought reaches afar,
we sense a pause for insight,
and feel, in the first instant of re-visibility,
hearts beating in joyful sympathy,
with all part time reflectors of light,
cheering them on, in their desire,
to become a star.
Never fly with a pessimist,
(they have a hole in their balloon).
February 16
Before I Up And Go Too Far
When the world becomes myopic,
that’s when I go telescopic.
Its then I think beyond the Earth
to sky, where nebulas give birth.
There light years past the planet mars,
the universe creates its stars.
The truth, (if it won’t spoil your fun),
a star is secretly a sun.
What kind of womb could hold such might?
What motherhood could nurse such light?
If I had the skill to steer it,
I’d build a thought-ship named spirit.
I wonder if I’d ever find
that God gave even stars a mind.
But that would pale beside a chart
showing the way to Cosmic Heart.
Such map stirs still another goal,
does the universe have a Soul?
Before I up and go too far
(and run aground some space sand bar)
I’ll set my site for joy, and hope
the beautiful will fill my scope.
Mirror, lens and focus then bring
Jupiter’s moons and Saturn’s ring.
Impatience is a thief, which traffics in beauty.
February 17
Hope Healers
There’s a secret medicine,
its name is gratitude.
It guarantees you’ll win
a change in “altitude”.
It opens up your heart
and then airs out your Soul.
It even makes you smart
when setting your next goal.
Its close to love and peace
and dares to search for light.
Anger will slow then cease
as giving thanks takes flight.
The grateful help us cope.
Thank you – healers of hope.
Ignorance is an unlit candle.
February 18
God Is Fire, Etc.
Some say that God lives in the sky.
He points his rod and men soon die.
Some say He lives inside our heart.
With love He gives Mankind a start.
Some say He’s there in everything.
All men must care – paw, fin or wing.
Some say “She” cheers when we rejoice,
and train our ears to hear “Her” voice.
Now God I mean no disrespect,
but in between our introspect,
can You God-sail to this sender
a fax/email with your gender?
Help us prevent a great crisis.
Are you a “gent.” Or an Isis?
For the scientist of happiness,
there will be wind chimes, and blossoms
and sunrises; for the dweller in sadness,
a dark bell tolls.
February 19
Always Remember
Perhaps we should
compose a letter
to those fouling the nest.
Dear friends,
Thinking is good,
prudence is better,
a loving-will is best.
Our mind is like a limitless orchard.
With balanced care and proper light,
it can nourish the world.
February 20
A Question For The Cosmic Accountant
If we harvested every thought
and every feeling,
behind every love song,
every love story,
and every love poem,
in every dialect,
of every language,
of every age,
from every culture,
on every planet,
of every solar system,
in every galaxy,
of every universe,
and every dimension –
Would it be
enough?
If we added every love unspoken,
and every love unwritten
throughout Creation –
Would it be
enough?
If every thinking being
focused on love
for one minute a day,
for the rest of our lives –
Would it be
enough?
If we radiated love
for one minute
of every waking hour –
Would it be
enough?
If we loved 99 percent
of the time forever –
Would it be
enough?
Our joyful moments echo throughout the universe.
February 21
Desert Winter Talk
No way, no trade. No snow to shovel here.
No slush to wade. No plows, no winter gear.
No freezing rain. No ice to break our hips.
No tires to chain. No slide-slipping backflips!
But trade I will, my summer your summer,
and better still, right up through September.
To Hell you say? (That’s still five months away.)
Experience arises from living,
like the sun after a storm.
February 22
A Seed Of Beauty
I plant this seed within my heart,
to fill my need – to make a start,
to be my star to wish upon
(a fire not far to light my dawn)
with joyful glow, that I may find
what God must know to love Mankind.
Not all mountain roads lead to the top.
February 23
Like The Friendly Fragrance Of The Rose
Some poems speak a special fire.
They feed the weak. Their words inspire.
Some music shares the God within
to soothe our cares with joyful grin.
Some art displays a striving goal –
to mend our ways, to make Man whole.
A life without caution is a run-a-way Ferris wheel.
February 24
This Is For You
Hear this my friend, for it is true.
We can ascend. We can renew.
Ugliness clings, to joyless strife.
God’s beauty brings the joy of life.
Plum blossoms know the time to bloom.
Their thrust to grow defies Man’s gloom.
Is it really nonsense,
or is it a caterpillar flying in its dreams?
February 25
For The Little People (The Children)
There’s much to learn of calm and storm.
A fire can burn, or keep us warm.
A treasure chest of joyful deeds
will serve you best (your thoughts are seeds).
Thoughts build things up, or tear things down.
One breaks a cup. One builds a town.
The good you do will be your light,
that shines for you both day and night.
If I want a lovely tomorrow,
then I must plant a beautiful today.
February 26
Happy Hurts Less Than Sad
The wise have taught, in storm and sun,
to uplift thought can make life fun.
Many work hard at worldly deeds,
and some are glad to plant new seeds.
In this both show life’s battlefield.
A joyful glow is our best shield.
To learn the flowers is to know the weeds.
February 27
Self Portrait Of God?
What brings life’s joys (you may well ask)
to grown-up boys in earthly tasks?
Or better yet, is there a mood
we won’t regret in solitude?
It’s time to wake. We’ve been adrift.
Make no mistake, our heart’s a gift.
It’s beat declares. The Giver cares.
Gratitude is a milestone in Human evolution.
February 28
Too Many Mistakes?
(Keeping It Simple)
Where to begin? It’s what you choose.
With joy you win. With sad you lose.
Make the right choice. Give God a chance.
You will rejoice. Your heart will dance.
It’s powerful. Let life renew.
Think beautiful in all you do.
We do our best when our hearts are filled with joy.
March 1
Plan With Love – Live With Love
I think it takes heart-spaciousness
to live a life of graciousness.
This world, of course, would then abort
the countless things the crude purport.
Most paint such talk, “Useless chatter!
Impractical! Of no matter!”
Whispers of love bring shouts of hate –
all virtue makes for hot debate.
Yet we do change our rude and crude,
with every act of gratitude.
The person who has attained the most complete
sincerity has no deception.
(It is this one who can find perfect love).
March 2
Sincerity Is The Light Of Character,
(charity Is It’s Warmth).
We suffocate from “pleasant” weeds.
We venerate life’s joyous deeds.
We excavate for inner gold.
We gravitate to love’s stronghold.
We ventilate our musty ways.
We vaccinate for better days.
We cumulate and then appraise.
We decorate with latest craze.
We elevate and then aspire.
We educate and then require.
We cultivate so we can change.
We correlate and then arrange.
We isolate the best in Man,
(then imitate as best we can).
Patience is the power of our telescope,
the more we have the more we see.
March 3
Would You Reach The Heart Of Humanity?
Go. Cross The Bridge Of No-Deception.
Our frustration, a joyless day;
our sensation, beauty at play;
our temptation, leads to the grave.
Our creation, destroy or save;
our causation, is made in haste
our vibration, leaves aftertaste;
our flirtation, soon causes pain;
our elation, helps keep us sane.
Our probation, with each vain deed;
our negation, makes fear and greed;
our narration, such violence;
our donation, love’s commonsense;
our translation, needs clarity;
our salvation, (our charity).
A yield sign on the road is a test of our
common-sense. A stop sign means
that someone thought we were ineligible
to take the exam.
March 4
Beautiful Things Do Happen
(for my magnificent wife)
If planet Earth’s a busy place,
I wonder what it’s like from space?
For Souls perhaps it’s an Earthport –
(or more precise) a growth resort.
This arrival meets its mother.
That departure seeks its Maker.
In this cycle of go and stay,
you are my love–Happy Birthday!
If I build my cocoon with beauty,
in beauty will I fly away.
March 5
Joyful Labor
When “Me” comes first, Man starts with mind.
He does his worst for Humankind.
When “Me” comes last, our attitude
forgives the past with gratitude.
Now in-between, (You’ve felt it sure.)
we find how mean is love impure.
Work together and not apart.
Friends forever start with the heart.
Patience is a stepping stone to health.
March 6
The Invitation (1)
I like the way that You invite
Mankind to play in Your delight.
Flowering trees, You have decreed,
perfume the breeze and spread Your seed.
Shapes can divert an argument.
Petals convert our discontent.
From rough to smooth, in Your season,
color can soothe beyond reason.
Your love imparts a special gleam
to loving hearts through Nature’s dream.
The person with no sense of restraint
is like a kite without a tail.
March 7
My Last Birthday?
I am getting older,
and good at finding fault.
Some things make me smolder.
Some bring me to a halt.
Basics may seem silly.
Some would rather travel
to places quite chilly.
And some just unravel.
How will I be with age?
Will I remember You?
Will it calm or outrage,
or must I start anew?
Love is the root of wisdom.
March 8
Palette Talk
A point of view is quite a stir.
Red, white and blue make lavender.
Color is key. Hues strengthen art.
They set us free, when mixed with heart.
And so with thought. Man learns to heal,
When love is taught as our ideal.
Thoughts are seeds, (be careful what you plant).
March 9
Be There!
Franklin would smile, if he could see,
just how worthwhile his work would be.
Mozart would cheer, if he could know,
that we revere his music’s glow.
Brothers in time, who serve the good,
enhance the climb to brotherhood.
It may not seem, our part’s so wise,
in God’s great scheme of Man’s sunrise.
Yet let’s inspire all those who bare
the guiding fire, daring and care.
Heart is our gift. Let it ascend.
Heal and uplift. Help and befriend.
Caring begins with respect.
March 10
Photokinesis
God let’s discuss my present blur.
A new focus I now prefer.
I would explore (as my best guess)
should I do more, or just do less.
More love would do (Heart has the room)
such point of view could conquer gloom.
Less me will free a helpful tide
of energy wrapped up in pride.
Where to adjust is hard to say.
Let my thrust help Mankind today.
Hate, like a baby rattlesnake, is deadly at birth.
March 11
A Seed Of Gratitude
I have this nagging fear,
that it’s the same out there,
as we’ve created here,
with daring lack of care.
Of course, I have my hope,
that Man will soon mature,
and find through our heart-scope
a road love can endure –
a way where we refuse
all thoughts that would unwind
or lead us to misuse
the treasures of the mind.
Our challenge is quite real.
Choose only thoughts that heal.
Fear hides truth, courage uncovers it.
March 12
On The Eve Of War
Our sun is a yellow star.
Our sunlight is starlight.
But thoughts now reach afar,
beyond galaxies tonight,
beyond our masquerade.
Let us, with love, converse,
to plead again, for aid,
from the Source of the Universe –
that prudence be our guide,
to navigate this tide.
Beautiful thoughts are the parents of beautiful feelings.
March 13
Bridge Of Joy
A bridge, we’re taught, by most Mankind,
was once a thought in someone’s mind.
Man does create. With some success,
he elevates (or makes a mess).
We may not know the hows and whys
of what we sow that beautifies,
but here’s what’s real in that great seed.
The joy we feel is Man’s best deed.
Whether it be a stone or an electron,
our moral nature determines its use.
March 14
Dare To Beautify
Your recipe for our success
(to set us free from self-made mess)
is simply this – beauty will cure.
It’s emphasis is to ensure
that joy will fall on all who dare
apply Your call and feel Your care.
Jealousy devours its owner.
March 15
Slowing Down To Catch up
This unison is not so rare.
Earth needs the sun, like Man needs air.
Some pairs are sane. Some just enslave.
Man-love’s humane. Man-hate’s a grave.
Simplicity has it’s own light,
to set us free from self-made night.
As Mankind grows, it’s beauty glows.
We can’t have our hate and our health too.
March 16
Teach Them Beauty
Some see beauty as food,
a daily goal to reach,
beyond a joyless mood.
Now, these could learn to teach.
Let’s hope they can reveal –
the joy of life is real.
A lie causes confusion and destroys trust.
March 17
Simplicity Is Not A Secret,
The Vain Just Cover It With Confusion.
Simple is best in life’s-go-round.
To pass the test just learn one sound.
Woman or Man, young girl or boy,
make it your plan to sound your joy!
Love is our teacher.
March 18
Message To Myself
Without heart warming mind,
color history dim.
It so confounds Mankind
that future feels quite grim.
But mind well taught by heart,
thinks not of greed and hate
Kindliness is its art,
and caring is its mate.
Our world glows from thought seeds.
Quality thought is bright:
Poorer grows dimmer deeds,
(and Dim well loves the night).
Choosing seed writes our play.
Future is sown today.
The stars are the street lights of eternity.
March 19
The Grateful
The grateful knew God gave us Spring,
to change our view, with songs birds sing.
The grateful say, for our cold-will,
He filled our day with daffodil.
The grateful feel bound to duty.
We live to heal. (Cure with beauty).
Our reaction to what is presented to us forms
the quality of our future.
March 20
The Song Unheard
With sleepy yawn, and stretch of wing,
before each dawn, they start to sing.
A serenade, if that’s the word,
is to persuade, thus must be heard.
Now it could be they sense the sun,
and soon will see their day begun.
To make them strong, they chant and cheer,
then pray in song to calm their fear.
But some debate, God gave them voice
to demonstrate Man’s joyful choice,
to face each day and make a start,
in every way, with song in heart.
This warmth we feel, from our star-light,
has sense appeal as well as sight.
Don’t miss the show in thought or word.
Arise and know the song unheard.
In the dark there are no rainbows.
March 21
You Must Know Something We Don’t
You give us air enriched with sun.
You that can care with all we’ve done.
You give water to quench our thirst.
You must wonder at our “Me-first”.
You give us food that we may eat.
You know our mood, our crude-conceit.
You give free-will that we may choose.
You love us still. How can we lose?
Impatience dams the stream of our heart.
March 22
Yield Signs Don’t Work In A Me-First World
In our dark night, we turn away,
from our star’s light, and warmth of day.
Soon eyes engage dawn’s great re-run.
On Earth’s day stage – sun reveals sun.
Some are aware (I wonder why)
the stars are there behind blue sky.
Perhaps we earn, through grand design,
the right to learn, and then refine.
The cloud obscures, but the mountain waits.
March 23
The Land Of The Saguaro *
I live here now. My dues are paid.
No more snowplow. Time to plant shade.
Monsoons remind, with lightning-show,
Nature will find Man pains to grow.
Sonoran ways respect our sun,
then desert days are much more fun.
Let all take heed, Who may despair,
our thoughts are seed, (plant yours with care.)
- The Saguaro (‘gu’ pronounced as ‘w’) is a tall cactus, with arms,
found only in the Sonoran Desert of the Southwestern United States and Mexico.
Not without ignorance have we made our cloud,
not without heart will we find our sun.
March 24
You Know It’s True (1)
I’d like to think high melting snows
would let us drink the love that knows.
Perhaps some law when time began
said sun could thaw the heart of Man.
There’s bound to be some small loophole
that sets us free through self-control.
If we could hold the good we do
instead of gold, we might get through.
But there’d be more (There always is.)
for passing score on God’s great quiz.
Now honesty would be a start
if charity could warm our heart.
What is amiss is hard to see,
but I know this – it starts with me.
A “Me-First” philosophy is the doorway to pain.
March 25
Beauty Has Friends
Beauty has friends that bring a smile.
Their dividends make life worthwhile.
Now joy uplifts to make your day,
with many gifts along the way.
Then you will find the calm which brings
you peace of mind while spirit sings.
Your heart knows well (no need to guess)
this truth I tell brings happiness.
Our conscience is like an air traffic controller
for the runway of our heart — when in charge,
only the best thoughts are allowed to land.
March 26
For The Teachers Of Tomorrow
(Beauty Is the Mother of Joy.)
Beauty is fun for all Mankind.
Start with the sun to warm your mind.
Your joy is Spring. It melts your ice,
so you can cling to all that’s nice.
Form and fragrance help us transcend.
(In Nature’s dance flower is friend.)
Learn well this art of changing mood –
color your heart with gratitude.
If we give beauty, then our joy will color our future;
If we share beauty, then our gratitude will perfume
our tomorrows; If we create beauty then songs
will fill the throats of our children.
March 27
The Universe Is Lit By Love
What lives without the warmth of sun?
There is no doubt, “we” would be “none”.
Earth would then be a ball of ice,
no heat, you see, no paradise.
Should we be sad at such a thought,
or grateful-glad for what God brought?
Lord please make note, for earthly heat,
joy has my vote. (It’s quite a feat.)
But there is more that shows Your care.
We can explore the light You share.
Your leaves respond to rays with food.
We reach beyond crude attitude.
There we will find, both near and far,
You warm all-kind through sun and star.
Fear lives in a small square.
March 28
The Facts Of Life
Choice empowers. Choose well your seeds.
Grow your flowers. Discern your weeds.
It is the same with thoughts you see.
The cheerful game can set you free.
When we employ beautiful ways,
feelings of joy then fill our days.
It’s time to wake. Beauty ascends.
Make no mistake. Flowers are friends.
Selfish love is a casual stroll through a minefield.
March 29
Thought Gardeners
Gardener’s dreams are filled with seeds.
Our silent schemes color our deeds.
We cultivate and then combine
our love and hate in our design.
Life is our test. We thrill to see
thought’s manifest through our decree.
Fall is the time we start a scan
of forms that rhyme with our next plan.
Beauty will start our Spring bouquets.
Planning with heart makes better days.
One fine season, we will employ,
our best reason and plant with joy.
We have resentments because we think
we should not have to reap what we reap.
March 30
I Hear Birds Singing, It Must Be Dawn
Lord, a new start would be worthwhile,
one where Man’s heart would warm his smile;
one where our mind will share its glow
with every kind that wants to grow;
where great or small, our worldly strife
will teach us all respect for life.
The world would have a smoother ride if
it would only let some fear out of its tires.
March 31
What Beauty Knows
Easy and hard one afternoon
just dropped their guard and changed their tune.
They chose to see beyond their strife
(and blind decree) the joy of life.
May we all learn what beauty knows:
first heart discerns then heart bestows.
Harmony, like a beautiful flower garden,
can it be left unattended?
April 1
Beauty’s My Cure
Shall we begin with summer sun?
We love to win. Feelings are fun.
Our thoughts are seeds (trillions per day).
Which ones are weeds? Which go astray?
Pleasure and pain – a pair that thrives
in heart and brain throughout our lives.
If we could know ahead of time
how thoughts would grow (crude or sublime)
would we adjust? Would hate then stop?
Which would we trust for our next crop?
For me, I’m sure what I’ll employ –
beauty’s my cure that leads to joy.
Joy needs beauty like flowers need sun.
April 2
Thank You God (1)
I know you’re real. You’re in between,
where hearts reveal the great unseen,
where beauty fills, and then displays,
in all good wills, Your joyful ways.
Your love and care weave color schemes,
as we prepare to light our dreams.
Sincerity, (no-deception), breeds trust.
April 3
The Birth Of The Future
I wonder who tagged thought as seed –
a heart thinker, no doubt, who loved Mankind.
The effort was a selfless deed
(and treasured key to garden mind).
What kind of thought would help us most
in our response to life today?
What beauty can we plant to host
joyful harvests of love’s display?
How long will the river deny its Source?
April 4
The Most Beautiful Journey
Beauty’s the gate. There’s only one.
To contemplate with joy is fun.
Going within (the Godly art)
has always been the way of heart.
Ambition is the enemy of unity,
jealousy is its executioner.
April 5
Time For Beauty
Our Spring moment serves to remind,
God’s great intent to help Mankind.
Beauty must play a growing part,
in every way, with every heart.
Like our next breath we need beauty.
April 6
Our Dance Among The Stars
Before:
May it so be that I attend
this school called Me, and learn to mend
my selfish weeds with thoughts that dare
to plant new seeds with loving care.
After:
Lord, in my heart Your beauty reigns.
Your healing art, with joy, explains
the balanced way, to strengthen mind
and will today, to help Mankind.
With heart we can fill all space with joy.
April 7
I Gave Them Heart
I gave them mind and mystery.
They search to find life’s hidden key.
Free will they share. They love to choose,
Yet think “Unfair!” each time they lose.
Feelings they use. Emotion flows.
Yet they abuse, and sadness grows.
With ugly ways they grow their weeds,
yet beauty pays in joyful seeds.
Flowers I gave, color and form
for life not grave. My love is warm.
I gave them heart (My caring door.
I’ve done My part. Now they must soar.
The flowers of the universe
perfume the dreams
of those who build with joy.
April 8
Thank You For Heart
Thank You for life – the chance to know;
to conquer strife; to learn to grow.
Thank You for Earth – the chance to care;
to cherish birth; to self-repair.
Thank You for heart – to go Your way;
to do our part in Your grand play.
The excitement of ignorance leads to pain.
April 9
Some Call Them Suns
Sunset brings change. The stars at play,
once nice but strange, now lead the way.
Billions of lights (God’s thoughts no doubt)
fill joyful nights with fire throughout.
To dawn we turn. Each has its cost.
Focus and learn not to get lost.
We tend to love that which we feel is beautiful.
April 10
Less Foolish Things
Lord fill my heart with Your warm light,
that I may start a new insight.
One where I learn less foolish things,
where I discern which thoughts have wings.
The ones that speed the joy of life,
not stuck in greed or angry strife,
where beauty knows God’s private way,
where love that glows keeps night at bay.
Fill your life with beauty and fill your future with joy.
April 11
The Wise Know How To Share
A great surprise (you’ve seen it sure)
used by the wise, whose thoughts endure,
is to adorn what they create
with beauty worn without our hate.
Much joy it brings and love impart,
like we’ve grown wings, and touched God’s heart.
Warm the world, (light the candle of your heart).
April 12
Every Circle Has Its Center
Mankind’s mentor has a warm beat.
Our heart center is God’s great seat.
Our pulse will show that quality,
when actions glow with charity.
Until that time, we rock and roll,
and fool with rhyme, in search of Soul.
In the flower of beauty lies the seed of joy.
April 13
With Every Thought
You may well ask, “Is there a light,
few bring to task, that gives delight?”
Let children know they can discern.
Joy’s happy glow is fun to learn.
More joy in art will conquer stress.
More joy in heart creates success.
Joy is the way. Let it be taught.
Man makes Man’s day with every thought.
The search for happiness is the way of life.
April 14
That Time Of Joy
Beauty and sigh go together,
like clouds and sky in fine weather.
Perhaps we’ve earned that time of joy
(some lesson learned not to destroy?)
Or simpler yet, they are a gift
a great sunset where hearts uplift.
What can we achieve without patience?
April 15
May Gratitude …
Lord be so kind to show the way,
to help Mankind with joy today.
Let beauty guide our thoughts in life,
not ugly pride nor fearful strife.
May gratitude for beating hearts
transmute the crude to happy arts.
The future begins with the next instant.
April 16
No Matter What The World May Do
Imagine if, instead of weeds,
we wrote Man’s book of joyous deeds.
Could such a read now make us well?
Would this non-fiction ever sell?
I have my hopes enough may feel
that daily joy can be quite real.
It is my private point of view
(no matter what the world may do).
Deceit devours itself.
April 17
Interruption By Design?
In Your design for outer space
bodies align with ease and grace.
Yet You include Man in Your play
of solitude so far away.
We watch with fun as moon moves near
to block the sun without our fear.
Is it all show, this lack of light,
this diamond glow, this daylight-night?
Could they be dates – a calendar
that orchestrates both near and far?
Will future see (perhaps remind)
another key to free the mind?
Honesty has a subtle connection with the invincible.
April 18
Anchors In Beauty Create Joy
What is most beautiful to you?
Is it a memory or view?
Is it a puppy dog, now friend,
or a sunset of God’s own blend?
Anchors in beauty create joy.
(The finest tool we can employ).
They are as much science as art.
They’re good for love and great for heart.
Formula for the sane: An increase
in discernment leads to a decrease in pain.
April 19
With Joyful Days
Who so loves change that joy can grow,
can think, not strange, that good can glow.
Not all are pawns. For those who dare,
personal dawns are not so rare.
As we mature from ugly ways,
heart is future with joyful days.
Our wars are faint echoes of the one great
on-going clash of Good and evil
throughout the universe.
April 20
Fields Of Joy
They decorate. Flowers love sun.
They permeate the air with fun.
As time goes by my attitude
has filled my “Why?” with gratitude.
Sharing through heart is Man’s birthright.
Mind learns this art in search of light.
Of all things on Earth to discern,
if I had to choose, I would choose love.
April 21
What I’ve Learned In The Sonoran Desert
Plant for extremes. Some love the heat.
Each bloom redeems a joy complete.
Yet they’re not lost or faint with fear
at thought of frost, they persevere.
Their sun-shaped leaves have learned to live
(as one achieves, who learns to give).
Through Nature’s way my desert seeds
have colored day and trimmed my needs.
The argument against joyful labor is mentally
convincing, emotionally satisfying,
and leads to pain.
April 22
Gardeners Of The Heart
It’s time to grow. We’ll need a seed.
That one (you know) for those in need.
Where clarity of mind and heart
flows charity – Man’s greatest art.
Definition of an honest person:
An authorized service agent for
The Source Of All Wisdom, Strength and Beauty.
April 23
Advice To Myself
Life has sorrows, but don’t dismay.
Good tomorrows are made today.
The beautiful is where to start.
(The powerful create with heart).
Battles vary in kind, but they always start,
(in a dark place),
between the mind and the heart.
April 24
What We Really Want
Beauty of mind can be quite real,
with thoughts refined our feelings heal.
Beauty of heart can fill all space,
through God’s fine art let us embrace.
Like the leaf, we must be capable,
(and willing), to turn toward the Light.
April 25
Combined With Calm
With hopeful zeal, combined with calm,
our joy-appeal does no one harm.
With love we roam. The heart knows good.
It is the home of brotherhood.
Each person chooses the quality of music
to be played on his heart. Thus we fill our lives,
(and the universe), with our choices.
April 26
What Beauty Brings
We’ve all been caught, a time or two,
in ugly thought and points of view.
Let’s not forget, as we forgive
(the world-upset) our joy will live.
A heart that sings is pure success.
What beauty brings is happiness.
Consistently beautiful thoughts constitute
the master key to the treasury of the heart.
April 27
Earth To God – Do You Read?
Question:
Are we naive? We breathe to be,
yet don’t believe what we can’t see.
With heart’s dim glow (but minds superb)
we barely know what we disturb.
Answer:
Child of the sun, you play too rough
(exploding fun) with your star-stuff.
If you feel like a Gooney bird in winter,
running on the lake ice, flapping for take off,
knowing, beyond a doubt, that your landing
will be even more comical, then it is time to think
about the beauty, (and the joy), of flight.
April 28
It Led To Care
With age I find life is an art,
beauty in mind, joyful in heart.
As I reflect on all my days,
I see respect has subtle ways.
It led to care (concern with smile).
It made me dare, made life worthwhile.
Love is, for Man, the world discourse.
We caravan to feel its Source.
Don’t let your cloud block your sun.
April 29
Our Response To Beauty Is Joy
Beauty perfumes with joy today.
Sorrow entombs causing decay.
The quality of Man’s response
is our best key (to our best wants).
This stepping stone, of heart and mind,
has long been known by Humankind.
The universe is a great flower of light, and we,
(its flaming petals, sometimes
sense our connection with its fiery center.
April 30
A Life That Glows
Whistles and bells won’t make the start.
Our aura tells what’s in our heart.
Vice suffocates through voice of night.
Virtue translates to colors bright.
Gratitude feels, (The more it grows),
that God reveals a life that glows.
If you want apples don’t look under the Pear tree.
May 1
Beauty Would Do
Imagine art on such a scale
the human heart could lift the veil,
and all partake (in color code)
dawns not opaque from God’s Abode.
What would it say that we could hear?
What special day would it bring near?
Lavender-pink, our thoughts would glow,
from there I think great love would flow.
I could be wrong. Perhaps we’ll see
another song to set us free.
Maybe God’s learned, that few apply
what they’ve discerned (that love’s too high?).
We could mature our gratitude,
if we could cure our “bratitude”.
Beauty would do. It can excite,
for me and you, a joyful light.
It can revive our “not-alone”,
where love can thrive as stepping stone.
Imagine art on such a scale
the human heart could lift it’s veil.
The song of a bird, like a beautiful sunset,
is a low risk, high quality, long term investment
in personal well being.
May 2
One Might Suspect We Speak Of Dreams
Simple is best in all our ways.
It meets the test of all our days.
It’s thoughts are pure – respect and care
(God’s signature is everywhere).
The uncomplex can purify.
They don’t perplex, deceive or lie.
Some think it odd, at fall or blow,
they thank their God, get up, and glow.
One might suspect we speak of dreams,
(some fairyland without Man’s schemes).
But no, my friend, we talk of heart,
with love no end, and joy as art.
Teach beauty and the search
for love will be well begun.
May 3
Admit It Mind
Admit it mind you’re only part
of Man’s great find – you need the heart.
You’ve taught us well how cold life feels
under your spell “logic that heals”.
We don’t expect you to resign,
but stand erect don’t undermine.
You’ll come to know deceit is pain.
With beauty’s glow joy lives again.
Prudence will pay through charity.
(Kind thoughts display less vanity).
Like a rocket ship overcoming gravity
requires pure fuel, growth of character
is fueled by pure desires.
May 4
What Dawn Will Do
When hearts will sing at sight of day
Man will be king in every way.
What dawn will do is change our mood,
from black and blue to gratitude.
You may expect a change in scope
(with great respect comes greater hope).
You’ll see displayed by all Mankind
a love pre-paid that frees the mind.
When pillow talk flows into heart talk,
the possibilities of love are born.
May 5
Gratitude’s Nest
Of all good things that we must know,
discernment brings the greatest glow.
Gratitude’s nest will nurture wealth.
Beauty is best. Joy is our health.
Honesty pays in friends of heart.
In trusted ways, we serve God’s art.
Prudence will teach that we can feel,
beyond our reach, that love is real.
Positive possibilities are exciting.
May 6
The Future Will Smile
Beauty will share a better way
with all who dare through heart today.
What Man must do is plant a seed
a loving view with joyful deed.
Future will smile with our new mood.
(Life’s made worthwhile with gratitude).
My life has alternated between Blue Chips
and blue chirps. When I was thinking about money,
I forgot to feed the birds, and when I was
feeding the birds, I forgot about money.
May 7
Let Mind Befriend The Human Heart
Our thoughts are seeds. To pass the test
of will and deeds beauty is best.
To work the light of common good
earns Man the right to brotherhood.
Let Mankind mend it’s troubled start.
Let mind befriend the human heart.
On the battlefield of the heart, fallen vices
fertilize the beautiful flower of humanity.
May 8
Our Future’s Glow
Time to achieve. Let us inspire
a better weave of thought attire.
Let’s color dead all foolish fear,
replacing dread with heart-sincere.
Let us transmute our avarice,
and grow astute through synthesis.
From this new slant good feelings flow.
With love we plant our future’s glow.
Each of us has a season ticket to the
on going play between sunrises.
May 9
God the Artist
God the artist designs with heart.
God the chemist creates with art.
Man the artist designs with mind.
Man the chemist poisons Mankind.
But I have hope the two can blend
(respect and scope) to make amend.
We’ll have to dare, and want to know.
We’ll have to care then love can grow.
Personal sacrifice is a sign of social maturity.
May 10
The Rule of Heart
What once inspired, and seemed so right,
has made us tired and long for light.
What is at stake when Man reviews
the pain and ache from long held views?
Mostly our pride that we were wrong,
and set aside what made us strong.
Prudence employs, in special ways,
our loving joys to soothe our days.
This rule of heart trims our excess
into the art of happiness.
The bridge between possible and probable
is supported by accurate observations.
May 11
That Youth Won’t Frown
But will our past come streaming through?
Can we outlast when old meets new?
Will our “Me-first” we brought to birth
fulfill our thirst for peace on earth?
Is there a key – a peace profound,
that sets us free to break true ground?
What can we give that youth won’t frown?
(With joy we live, with sad we drown).
Who can explain the solemn news?
The source of pain is how we choose.
Real roses with real beetles are less common
than real roses with imaginary beetles.
May 12
Love That Inspires
It’s no surprise. Love will restrain
the “worldly-wise” with far less pain.
Earth peace requires from you and me,
love that inspires (that sets hearts free).
This calming art earns dividends,
from those apart who make amends.
The heart is the battlefield of perfection.
May 13
When We Was Mine”
To do our best (And not delude)
the heart must test our attitude.
As love outlives the self (made shrine),
then love forgives when “We” was “Mine”.
The one who truly loves battles within
all that is not love. The one who truly
desires peace battles within all that is not
peace. To the subtlest degrees we are warriors.
May 14
Life’s Greatest Beauty
(in my opinion)
Our source of heat (our star, the sun)
is God’s great feat second to none.
Sure some will say that Man’s the best,
with DNA and all the rest.
But I don’t know what all can live
without that glow that sol does give.
Earth’s frozen tear (ice ball in space)
no love, no fear – no human race.
As we reflect, we might include,
with true respect, our gratitude
for light, for food, for rain and tree,
for joyful mood (for you and me).
Without honesty, our deeds are but killing fields
covered with new fallen snow.
May 15
Real-Talk (1)
Man’s confusion is how to deal
with illusion that seems quite real.
It is a fact. We write our play,
as we react, from day to day.
We write pleasure and we write pain.
As we measure so we complain.
May we discern (not misconstrue)
the way to learn in all we do.
If you expect a horse to fly then
you only have yourself to blame
when it doesn’t.
May 16
Remembering The Future
History shares, all those mature
in human cares, love the future.
They have been taught (and we will find)
quality thought helps all Mankind.
Deception dims the brightest light.
It fathers whims that feed Man’s night.
Ingratitude (such disrespect)
maintains the crude with disconnect.
We have been shown beautiful hearts
must cornerstone tomorrow’s parts.
Let joy foretell the battle won,
remember well what must be done.
The positive ones inspire us to strive
for the Common Good. The negative
ones rule by fear.
May 17
Choices Are Things
This “modern age” brings lots of toys,
to vent our rage and not our joys.
Some think, “No-way we’ll pass this test,
with drugs in-play we’ve lost the quest.”
We may regret what our thought brings,
if we forget choices are things.
Work together and not apart.
(Make calm weather within your heart).
I wanted to teach the world a better way,
but I learned that I had to teach myself first.
May 18
Message To Myself (October 10, 2003)
Now genuine is quite a goal.
One must begin a search of Soul.
You’ll need a tool proven worthwhile,
make it your rule to learn to smile.
Don’t make things hard, but here’s a clue,
first post a guard in all you do.
Not paranoid to be prudent
(one must avoid a noisy tent).
Now your duty: focus on heart,
think with beauty, make God your art.
Sometimes we forget about quality
and become trash collectors.
May 19
Make Up Your Mind To Beautify
We know somehow (through inner sense)
good-hearts endow their excellence.
The good we say, feel, think and do,
brightens each day for me and you.
Be wise and kind in your reply.
Make up your mind to beautify.
The heat of light can warm our homes,
the heat of love can warm our hearts.
May 20
How To Survive Your Stay On Earth
We’re free to choose, but bound to choice.
Cold hearts will lose, warm hearts rejoice.
We know too well our cruder deeds,
but dreams still tell of finer seeds.
Flowers confer a sense of hope
(a joy-transfer with star-filled scope).
Beauty’s alive in our todays,
that Man may thrive in subtle ways.
Start now, my friend, with gratitude,
and you’ll transcend each darkened mood.
The Teacher’s patience must be greater
than the student’s frustration.
May 21
Life Is A Ride
Heartbeats echo throughout my life.
In peace they flow, and times of strife.
Seconds slow-pace highlight their speed.
With time they race that we succeed.
Life is a ride back to the Source,
grateful, astride a borrowed horse.
There in the garden of the heart,
we prepare the ground for a seed of light.
May 22
Counting Cosmic Calories
Now losing weight is not so hard.
First abdicate and then discard.
That attitude you must defeat
weighs more than food and says, “Let’s eat!”
Moods may weigh tons (habits for sure).
Our fat re-runs claim they’re our cure.
The ad-world gains in scale of wealth.
It lures and trains, then plays with health.
In all pursuit there is no pill
to substitute for our free-will.
Make your plate full through God’s great art –
be beautiful in thought and heart.
From the color of fall to the flowers of spring,
Nature sings her song of beauty.
May 23
Tude-Talk
What kind of rude sets you apart?
Ingratitude offends my heart.
I speak of mine and speak direct.
It is a sign of disrespect.
However slight that it may show,
it blocks my light – no love can flow.
We all must deal with thanklessness
so life may heal those in distress.
But worst of all is when I see
that flaw not-small inside of me.
Beyond the Earth’s clear blue sky
the stars are shinning.
May 24
Those Who Uplift
Beauty makes sane. Hearts know that song.
Sadness makes pain. Joy makes us strong.
It’s hard to say what stays in mind
from day to day that helps Mankind.
Concepts can cure as well as kill.
They keep life pure, or make us ill.
Life is a gift and a duel.
Those who uplift fight the cruel.
Beauty makes sane. Hearts know that song.
Sadness makes pain. Joy makes us strong.
A truly beautiful thought is like a rainbow.
We pause to observe it. We drink it in.
We store it against a future gray sky.
May 25
Let’s Talk About Desire
We complicate in selfish ways,
then learn to hate what life repays.
I don’t expect the world to change
without respect and “heart” exchange.
Lord help us learn Your way to win,
where we discern God’s love within.
Access to beauty is as easy as the
recollection of a beautiful sunset.
May 26
No Child Left Behind
Like the rainbow after the rain,
with subtle glow and joy humane,
meaning resides between the lines,
where God presides and heart refines.
Let’s teach the young our better days,
and leave unsung our worldly ways.
Don’t take me wrong. The truth must live.
Minds must be strong (not negative).
With Beauty-Now we all discern
what to endow so all can learn,
like the rainbow after the rain,
with subtle glow and joy humane.
Joy is our most important vital sign.
May 27
Feed The Hungry
Feeding gold fish is always fun,
a simple wish under the sun.
Feeding the birds can satisfy,
their songs, if heard, can beautify.
Feeding Man’s mind can make one’s day,
helping to find the simpler way.
Feeding Man’s heart is pure delight,
working an art so filed with light.
Feeding Man’s Soul gives us the key,
when our great goal is harmony.
The appreciation of beauty leads to joy.
May 28
Megone
(Nomoreme)
Our Highest Heart serves all the rest.
We work love’s art to do our best.
Our greatest star (we call it sun,
warms from afar with food and fun.
Our purest thought (our symphony,
we have been taught, is we not me.
Love is the wisest thing to do.
May 29
Joy Is The Art Of No Regret.
May you decide it is your way
to guide, not ride, life’s wave today.
A focus brings a great yard sale
of all the things you must curtail.
Make a heart-start, and don’t forget
joy is the art of no regret.
To beautify is to Godify.
May 30
The “Sin” Of Sadness
The great secret is to begin.
Forget regret. Go for the grin.
Beauty is food, that we may know
(beyond sad mood) our hearts can glow.
So expedite, in every way,
the world delight with joy today!
Every successful lie contains
enough truth to make it believable.
May 31
Mothers
That Man discern is Nature’s way.
At first we learn, then we obey.
True motherhood you’re sure to find,
displays the Good that’s in Mankind.
To be precise, you’ll see the care
through sacrifice – a love not rare.
The source of quality is a heart striving for perfection.
June 1
It Lightens Hearts
Our best delight (our highest joy),
will still excite like child with toy.
A thought away that is how far
from heart felt play is our fun-star.
The trick of life is to allow,
in daily strife, a laugh somehow.
A chuckle starts a change of mood.
It lightens hearts and attitude.
Our happiness, you will agree,
reduces stress through harmony.
We get more done, and more worthwhile,
as we have fun and learn to smile.
Quality thoughts are the mother of happiness.
June 2
The Greatest Food The Heart Can Find
Now gratitude is health of mind,
the greatest food the heart can find.
Our hearts rejoice, and spirits glow.
Quality choice helps love to grow.
We must transmute our lust to rule
and dreams of loot. (Their pain’s our school).
As we discern, there’s much to lose,
and much to learn by how we choose.
Intolerance is an on-ramp to pain.
June 3
This Too I Know
Flowers can heal with color schemes.
Fragrance is real. Avoid extremes.
Human weather does educate.
(Live together, or die in hate.)
This too, I know: that calm is smart;
that love can flow; that mind needs heart.
Trust is not gained with deception.
June 4
Where We Excel
There is a place, this side of mood,
where we embrace our gratitude,
where we forgive and change our ways,
where we outlive our crudest days,
where we excel in all that’s wise,
where we foretell that heart’s our prize.
Knowledge is only one side of the coin of success,
the other side is no-deception.
June 5
Heart Of Happiness
It’s time to know the Law of Heart.
Together we glow. We die apart.
Check out the past. In large and small,
the bad don’t last. They make their fall.
Let’s dare to care. Beautify choice.
Uplift and share. Let us rejoice.
Let us inspire with each thought-seed.
Let love transpire in every deed.
It’s time to know the Law of Heart.
Together we glow. We die apart.
Compassion is a bridge to love.
June 6
Striving For Simplicity
My focus now, through every nerve,
is learning how to better serve.
The unrefined would laugh of course.
They’re uninclined to seek the Source.
Man knows that play, with acts so vain,
they dim the day, and lead to pain.
Man has been taught a friendly smile
and loving thought makes life worthwhile.
To make that leap, I’d add some heat,
a bed to sleep, and food to eat.
And yes, there’s more to happiness.
A mind must soar with no excess.
The way to start, beyond a doubt,
is in the heart and not without.
If we look closer we may see more.
June 7
It’s Future Now
(from long ago)
A change of style is what we need.
Warm hearts that smile help us succeed.
In all our art, let beauty show,
we start with heart, that love may flow.
A worthy goal for all Mankind
is letting Soul instruct the mind.
Beauty manifests in the calm.
June 8
Happiness Is Earned
First thing to learn, while getting old,
the wise discern kindness as gold.
The next is how, to Man’s progress,
the kind endow their heart-access.
The last, my friend, is don’t delay,
from start to end be kind today.
The uncalm generate confusion.
June 9
Children
(Spirit they are.)
Let them have fun – great Souls in small bodies,
Warmed by the sun. From play they gather keys.
We did the same, and dreamed our heart’s desires.
Some picture fame, creating huge empires.
Some live their hate, and tare their lives apart.
Some celebrate, and give the world their heart.
Some conquer bugs, and rid the sick of pain.
Some cure with hugs (Mom’s help us be humane).
An appeal to the base nature of man is a thrust
at the heart of Humanity.
June 10
Remember (Number 1)
When life seems dark, it’s Earth and Man that turn.
God’s cosmic spark awaits our safe return.
While we’re away, the moon reflects our sun,
as if to say, remember, we are one.
Keep this in mind. The sun still shines at night.
With this you’ll find you’re never far from light.
Knowing the rose thorn points down,
never pull up on the stem.
(close observations limit painful encounters).
C.O.L.P.E.
June 11
Something To Build On
Those who create know beauty leads to joy,
and those who hate know only to destroy.
Beauty will plan. It’s patience uses light
with space for Man, that elevates our sight.
When I “break ground”, for some it may seem odd
(for some profound) – my cornerstone is God.
A pen in the hand of a good person
can be a tonic for civilization.
June 12
Beyond My Day
I speak to you, who reads beyond my day.
Take here a clue to help you on your way.
Love not the crude. (Things are not what they seem).
Your gratitude will purify your dream.
The quality of your response to life
will guarantee your happiness or strife.
Let common sense make Common Good your art.
Benevolence is best served from the heart.
Extremes make pain. Beauty keeps the balance.
Joy keeps you sane, (and bright in God’s expanse).
I speak to you, who reads beyond my day.
Take here a clue to help you on your way.
Precise knowledge requires precise observation.
June 13
Heroes
It’s not so hard to understand their way.
They disregard the stuff, which makes our day.
They battle fear. Their courage is their art.
We stand and cheer. Heroes are made for heart.
They sacrifice. Their love can calm and heal.
They pay the price that we may think and feel.
Fine music is a bridge to beauty.
June 14
It’s A Star!
It’s big and bright. Without it we would die.
We use its light to live and then ask why.
It burns our gaze. We cannot look too long.
Dawn birds give praise. They serenade with song.
It warms our day and permeates our food.
Its strength of ray affects our every mood.
We reach in thought, but little do we know
(and less we’ve taught) about our friend’s warm glow.
True knowledge is an eternal flower of great beauty;
use it well, and you live well; misuse it, and you command it to misuse you.
June 15
Be Like The Sun
The goal is care, that herb which heals Mankind
(a love affair where heart expands the mind),
where we transcend our level of respect,
as we befriend the warmth of intellect.
Let there be fun where there was senseless pain.
Be like the sun (and quick to not complain).
To the confused, confusion is king.
June 16
A True Story
A small heart cell contacts a bigger one.
(A tale to tell that cannot be outdone).
Small stopped its beat, then started big’s great dance,
as all who meet the Higher take a chance.
We cultivate a curious pleasure in disagreeing.
June 17
God By Degrees
Flowering trees, sunsets, mountains and streams,
God by degrees has filled our minds and dreams.
But for the heart, God gave a glimpse of Soul,
that love may start, and we make light our goal.
Love is an on-ramp to a very high way.
June 18
Nature’s Joyful Dance
Our inner fire makes art that’s truly great.
(I do admire the beauty we create).
But it falls short of nature’s joyful dance,
where we transport our feelings in a glance.
The rainbow’s glow, the misty waterfall,
and sunset’s show God’s secret to us all.
The morning breeze carries the sleepy yawn,
yet with great ease birds serenade the dawn.
Man learns to sing the song of gratitude,
when hearts take wing, and fly beyond the crude.
Its then we feel the value of today.
Good thoughts can heal, and smiles cure yesterday.
like the head waters of a river,
thought gives rise to feeling.
June 19
Choose Quality
Like the oyster our response beautifies,
as we prefer that joy outweighs our cries.
Many there are would have us self-destruct,
from minds ajar to hateful world conduct.
To set Man free, the sages wisely taught,
choose quality with every single thought.
Much of the time our conversations search,
in detail, for things to disagree upon.
June 20
Something Delightful
When I look back at my joyful moments,
there is no lack of smiling incidents.
I feel a glow, one that transmutes and heals.
It’s then I know what happiness reveals.
No part of me escapes this warmth of heart.
It sets me free. (Time to make a new start).
A holiday is then declared. It seems,
I’ve found a way to beautify my dreams.
The traitor is spawned in the pool of insincerity.
June 21
Will It Be fun?
I’d like to know how Man will play his part.
How will we grow this seed of light called heart?
What circumstance, for love will manifest,
in God’s great dance, to put us to the test?
Will charity become a law of mind?
Will its beauty bring joy to all Mankind?
Will it be fun, to focus and inquire,
into our sun, which feeds and warms with fire?
Perhaps you read and play beyond my stay.
Know this (your deed- your thought- your yesterday).
Like the road runner maneuvers the rattlesnake
out of the shade to be killed by the heat of the sun,
so must we learn to expose evil.
June 22
The Future Of Mankind
Let’s make a pledge. The future of Mankind
will find knowledge they were loved heart and mind.
Let us now dare to change our inner way,
and will with care, the thoughts that we display.
So let it be (when all is said and done)
that harmony with us was number one.
With such a seed their harvest will exclaim
our greatest deed was charity – not blame.
When a boy becomes a man, he stops shooting
at the stars with a slingshot.
June 23
Remember (2)
Joy is the cure for all of Man’s upsets.
We can be sure, it helps us pay our debts.
Be smiling wise from simple to complex.
Economize. Decide to unperplex.
In your own way ask God for heart-access.
Now light your day, joy is your happiness.
Imagine a tight-rope of love reaching out from
the center of the universe to you. Anchor it in beauty.
Now, with no-deception, proceed.
June 24
How Hearts Endure
One thing for sure, we don’t appreciate
how hearts endure the trash our minds create.
With pain we learn that life is one big test,
where we discern ideas which serve us best.
Beauty’s our seed. Joy flowers when we know
thought forms the deed, and love will make us glow.
Beautiful thoughts are seeds of happiness.
Beautiful feelings are the flowers of happiness.
Beautiful actions are the fruits of happiness.
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Message To Myself (February 12, 2004)
Living’s an art, the wise have taught.
A healthy heart begins with thought.
A cautious mind avoids extremes,
yet Humankind must follow dreams.
It’s how we spend that gives life worth.
Live well my friend your time on Earth.
When, with beautiful music, I walk in the eye
of my hurricane, I do not miss the outer
swirling storm of my ignorance and confusion.
June 26
We’re From Earth
A little fuss over population
called for census (much to God’s elation).
They need to know: how many stars were made;
which ones still glow; were taxes ever paid?
Some plan no doubt, while shouting star-commerce”,
to look devout, then fleece the universe.
It’s hard to say. Who knows what good may come.
Perhaps star-play will lead to where we’re from.
With all respect, we might do well to warn
the un-suspect. (Man plants much more than corn).
Few cherish the light of no-deception.
June 27
They Tell Me God
They tell me God lives in my heart,
and gives the nod to learn His art.
The way I pray leaves some aghast.
I live today like it’s my last.
But in my song there’s only good.
I don’t do wrong, although I could.
That inner voice knows joy is fun.
It says rejoice, be like your sun.
Now radiate to all Mankind
that love not hate beautifies mind.
And as you do make sure they feel,
the God in you through thoughts that heal.
In our growth, we must not “hard-top” our hearts
with asphalt, for there no rose will grow.
June 28
Tomorrow’s Deeds
What kind of seeds will beautify our stay?
Tomorrow’s deeds are thoughts we think today.
The heart that’s kind knows beauty leads to joy.
The happy mind will build and not destroy.
Each morning I fill the universe with love.
Will you feel, in a quiet moment,
that someone cares?
June 29
Heaven Was Scared
Heaven was scared. A way had been conceived,
and then declared, free-will has Man achieved.
It was deemed wise that Man be given choice
to civilize our will and then rejoice.
God made hearts strong, and figured that Man knew
true right from Wrong, yet some would cloud their view.
We’d celebrate, but need a tad more time.
(Some speculate our rhythm lost its rhyme).
It’s no extreme to love God’s confidence,
and share God’s dream to back Man’s common sense.
As the sculptor feels a work of art in a lump of clay,
can we sense (gratefully),
that mysterious potential in all we meet?
June 30
Message To Myself (February 22, 2004)
In all life’s art of learning to adjust,
the place to start is learning who to trust.
It won’t take long to see we’re all the same.
We sing our song of power, wealth and fame.
And yet we dare, when heart says, “Take a chance”,
and learn to care in our great human dance.
Now here’s the deal. Your God will guide your day.
Your love is real. Make friends along the way.
Our fears would have us like leaves shaking in the wind,
were we to forget that our roots are strong and deep
throughout the universe.
July 1
Beauty Heals The Heart
You might believe the world has gone quite mad,
and even grieve, for all the good gone bad.
Hate celebrates the day you kill all hope,
and cultivates the darkness with its dope.
Yet birds still bring their morning serenade.
We hear them sing joyful and unafraid.
Our sun gives light and flowers wear God’s gold.
Colors delight. Warmth and fragrance enfold.
With sleepy yawn, we may just wonder why,
stars yield to dawn, and daytime colors sky.
Nature does share, and beauty heals the heart.
Discern with care. Your balance is your art.
Friendship, like the last shade tree
in the Arizona desert, must be cherished
and cultivated.
July 2
Message To Myself (February 25, 2004)
Life is funny. It’s hard to really know
and use money. For most it’s stow or throw.
How much we need is harder to explain.
Desire is deed. Love for wealth leads to pain.
And sure as day, its hate is much the same.
Now some would say, Finance is just a game.”
We must take part, for most it’s not a choice.
(The winner’s heart does not for gold rejoice).
So what’s the key? Is it an attitude?
Is charity kindled by gratitude?
Is it just talk? How many broken dreams
guide us to walk the balance of extremes?
At the gate of World-Culture stands a warrior of Light.
July 3
Time-Talk (Number 1)
Listen to me. I am youth and learn fast.
My mind is free, and here is my forecast.
I see pleasure. The world just needs more fun.
We’ll hunt treasure, as we play in the sun.
Listen to me. I am age and reflect.
Hearts could be free, but no one is perfect.
See what exists. Be quick. Learn Nature’s art.
Life has its mists, and you, my friend, have heart.
Like the plant in the seed, action stems from thought.
July 4
God
I started small (a speck of dust).
It led to all with warmest trust.
I started big (with stars and such).
My biggest dig led to Your touch.
I started in, where loves prevail
and joys begin, on beauty’s trail.
I started Your art with all Your ways,
within my heart, for all my days.
Let us cultivate the garden of our heart,
for in all of us there is a seed of beauty.
July 5
Loving Relatives Can Make You Disappear
I suppose you all know, in no small way,
Man’s mostly H2O (some mostly spray).
If science is correct, my condition,
as reason would detect is suspicion.
So now I’m full of gas (go oxygen)
and reached the great impasse through hydrogen.
I’m growing short of hope and losing face –
through modern microscope I’m mostly space.
How solid is solid? How small is large?
Am I the pyramid or it’s mirage?
There must be some logic, seen with a glance,
that thinks subatomic and knows that dance.
Where does the body end? Where does mind start?
Around what spacious bend will I find heart?
Will my love permeate Mankind’s chorus –
No-matter what my state (or how porous)?
The wise do not resist change,
they ever guide it toward the good.
July 6
Not For Long
I’ll see you soon my friend. May the birds sing.
May your moments extend the green of spring.
May your favorite star smile through the night,
and feel your hopes afar for greater light.
May your dawn fill your day with joyful times,
and beautify your way with sun-filled rhymes.
Whether it be apples, friendships, or ideals,
learn to choose the very best.
July 7
To Help Mankind
Through all my days, I’ve searched for You.
My cruder ways missed every clue.
Now here You are, not far apart,
not on some star, but in my heart.
You’re Holy place (a joy to find)
is You’re home base to help Mankind.
- In the swamp of sorrows, regret is an anchor.
July 8
God, We Have Some Questions
God, we have some questions that need replies.
(Some are just distractions from deeper whys).
Now Sally needs to know, with all her heart,
how long bright smiles will glow in dolly-art.
Jackie’s found his first seed. Please verify.
Is it flower or weed, and does it die?
I’m sure it’s no surprise what comes from youth,
nor how they teach the wise to search for truth.
My turn, if You don’t mind. Is it for real
there’s more than human kind? How do they feel?
What is their point of view, and do they farm?
Are they searching for You? Does their love harm?
Are they prone to extremes? Do they get vain?
Do their hopes fill their dreams? Are they in pain?
Do they make their future from their present?
Do politics endure their past ferment?
Do bird songs greet their dawn? Does beauty mend?
Does the doe teach its fawn? Is joy their friend?
It’s not what I can do for myself that counts,
but what I can do for Humanity.
July 9
Space Talk
We will always want more. We need to know.
Our nature must explore. We have to go.”
But can we stray too far (or very long)
before we miss our star (our sun’s life-song)?
What will we find in space? Will love be found,
beyond the Human race as common ground?
Will humor save the day (when all else fails)
so we can laugh away our earthly veils?
But what would then transpire if jokes should rile,
and what would then inspire an alien smile?
It sounds a bit like Earth, where crude runs free,
where attitudes give birth, and few agree.
We’ve got some work to do (to warm our art)
with kinder points of view –- and that means heart.
Let’s add to our space-walk, a space-hug time,
that goes beyond space-talk (where poems rhyme).
In this garden Earth, there is room
for a seed of beauty.
July 10
For Those New To The Planet
Now here’s the deal that all must know.
The grateful heal. The joyful glow.
The honest earn a trust complete.
The prudent learn to be discreet.
Start now, inquire, behind your dream.
With pure desire discern God’s theme.
The unknowing ones blame a Higher Power
for their condition in life, not realizing that
we are the creators of our own spiral.
July 11
Fat-Talk
(Pure non-sense with internal rhyme)
I had a dream that I was slim.
No more ice cream, just neat and trim.
My over-eat got up and went.
It’s obsolete, now gone and spent.
Lighter I feel. Future weighs less.
A saner meal brings happiness.
When I awoke, with stretch and yawn.
My mirror spoke. My thin was gone.
Where did it go? Was it a wish?
Can I say no to tempting dish?
Sweets fill my shelves and stashes too.
We fool ourselves us eaters do.
We have to snack to feel complete.
We flap the jack, then want a treat.
But things could change, and I foretell,
a re-arrange will work right well.
Where to begin to lose these pounds
(and double chin). The task confounds.
Diets they say will set me free
from life’s sweet play with calorie.
It’s also wise to have a goal,
to exercise for self control.
Not me my friend. They’re not my style.
I recommend go dream a while.
Meditation is like skipping stones on water,
a calm surface will provide the best results.
July 12
Discern, Learn And Earn
We’ve gone a tad too far
by thinking outer-space,
with nebula and star,
welcomes the human race.
Our treasure lies not there.
How little yet we know
what flowers have to share,
or secrets of the snow.
Birds serenade sunrise.
Their song is our delight.
To know our sun is wise.
We live by warmth of light.
Perhaps it’s too much strain,
and space too smooth a ride,
to battle all that’s vain,
which stows-away inside.
God help us undeceive,
with gratitude as key,
that we may soon achieve
on Earth – humility.
Like Michelangelo chipping his David from
its block of marble, is it not our challenge
to free that courage, (and beauty), within. ourselves?
July 13
Message To Myself (December 19, 2006)
They’ll not get stuck or overstay.
They gather knowledge and embrace.
The wise will learn from yesterday,
to interface without disgrace.
To build our future with their art,
means to avoid all life’s extremes,
where mind discerns the way of heart,
where happiness exceeds our dreams.
Don’t be surprised few activate
that balanced way the prudent knew.
Man finds it easier to hate
than change a cherished point of view.
Pain is the deed of ignorance.
Pain is the crop of vanity.
Pain is the rhythm of our dance.
Excess corrupts all clarity.
Maximum discernment leads to minimum pain.
July 14
Our Weather-Maker
It can get loose to cause a mess,
heap on abuse, or create stress.
Without restraint the world may quake.
A saint it ain’t, make no mistake.
The good you say? With sentinel
it soothes our play and can excel.
Yet few constrain, in old or young,
that hurricane from wagging tongue.
Heart vibrations are good vibrations.
July 15
We Don’t Need A reason To Be Joyful
One thing is sure in this here life,
joy can endure our worldly strife.
Not in vain dreams or foolish pride,
nor in extremes does it reside.
Between the whys, above the hows,
the mind applies. The heart endows.
I give a nod and call progress
the art of God through joyfulness.
May we perceive a better way,
and undeceive our Earthly stay.
Blaming is inflaming!
July 16
Good Advice
Laughter can heal. Smiles can forgive.
Know what is real, that love may live.
Poor choice is pain, and pain will teach
keep not the vain within your reach.
Avoid excess. Good dwells not there.
Balance not stress discerns with care.
Beauty’s our start. Joy strengthens day.
Charity’s heart is God’s own way.
Simple is best. Virtue is earned.
This life will test all that we’ve learned.
The spiritual art of no-deception leads to the
calm eye of the human hurricane.
July 17
The Joyful Have More Fun
What brings us joy? What brings us stress?
Thought can destroy, or bring success.
Which will we choose? Which will we sow?
Which thoughts will lose, and which will glow?
Beauty’s a gift for our delight.
Love can uplift prudence with light.
Make life worthwhile. Discern the play.
Be quick to smile. Heart knows the way.
With a little care, our fields of thought
could be beautiful gardens.
July 18
I Have Much To Learn
If I were smart and knew God’s way,
I’d feel my heart had much to say.
Soft would it speak, unlike headlines,
yet far from weak, when pulse refines.
The good would hear, in every beat,
love without fear makes life complete.
It’s waiting there, for thoughts to glow.
It’s waiting there for me to grow.
If I were smart and knew God’s way,
I’d feel my heart had much to say.
The best place for a new start is in the human heart.
July 19
Simple Yet Subtle
To fortify Mankind,
Teach now each girl and boy,
Success in heart and mind
Knows beauty leads to joy.
Life’s greatest dividend
Is with us every day.
Choose wisely and transcend.
Uplift in every way.
Be at home in your heart.
July 20
A Warning To Molecular-Designers
Now some will disagree
and some will recommend.
We need a calorie,
that from the waist must bend.
Design in a chuckle
to handle daily stress,
then give chicks a jiggle
(slim-freedom must express).
Yet chocolate must stay,
as is, with gratitude –
change not for love or pay
(world wrath can be quite crude).
Each of us has a treasure chest of possibilities.
July 21
World Peace
A choice among desires,
one that respects all life,
to tame the inner fires,
will calm the worldly strife.
But power some will choose.
Deception loves to scheme.
Then we must fight or lose,
that which our hearts do dream.
Some, of course, just say no,
and feel the wrath of peers.
Courage earns its warm glow.
We battle all our fears.
Let it be understood,
in ways that don’t offend.
Love chooses from the good,
and counts each one as friend.
Discernment is the master key to happiness.
July 22
Thinking With A Pen
It certainly seems odd
and inconsistent too,
The way we think of God
to suit our point of view.
The daisy might explain –-
a petal for each way.
The center all must gain.
The travel is the play.
Science tares down fences.
New stars are now a treat.
Yet limits to senses
remind we’re incomplete.
Gases for breath roam free.
Decibels haunt the ear.
Some things we cannot see,
and some we cannot hear.
To know we’re unaware,
beyond our crudest five,
with nothing to compare …
(a wonder we survive).
It’s quite a test we take.
With pain we learn our art,
to grow from each mistake,
where mind neglects the heart.
For the sculptor, the future is a block of pure marble.
July 23
Grin-Talk
We search to comprehend,
why gladness is an art.
Which choices will transcend?
Which give a glimpse of heart?
Loss strives to keep us sad.
It knows the light of smile
can change our mood to glad.
Good laughter is worthwhile.
It’s all about true wealth,
the kind the wise ones know.
Joy gives spirit its health,
and shares our warmest glow.
The quality of my thoughts constitute
the design of my future.
July 24
Man’s Treasure Hunt
The treasure of delight,
that “X” which marks our map,
awaits with great insight,
our worldly thoughts to nap.
In our dreams, still, it shares,
the virtues of the heart,
and tells us that it cares
by showing how to start.
We won’t need picks and rope
(that’s earthly greed indeed).
To purify our hope,
know that each thought is seed.
From there we must discern,
which build and which destroy,
that we may truly learn
the value of great joy.
Bratitude becomes gratitude with every caring attitude.
July 25
The’”
Many cherish their worldly dreams.
Many perish from worldly schemes.
It has been said, but who can say,
They are all dead who lived that play.
Some just pretend it’s all a fuss,
yet some contend that They are us.
They”do exist and act their part.
They”don’t resist that hateful art.
This earth gives birth and then consumes.
Love is our worth. Make sure it blooms.
We learn then earn. Life is a gift.
Let us discern, and then uplift.
Anything other than unity is not unity.
July 26
Life is Learning
For illness, or for cure,
each thought, as seed, creates.
Man slowly learns how sure
we manifest our hates.
To do all that I should,
beyond all that I must,
I summon all that’s good,
and work with all I trust.
The goal is wholly smart,
to change each foolish thrill,
with every beat of heart,
into a loving will.
God help us each and all,
who strive for great accord,
who hear love’s subtle call,
and hope for love’s reward.
It’s when we don’t love that we hurt.
July 27
The Main Ring Of Jupiter
(4,350 miles wide and 18 miles thick)
Four moons have shared their dust,
to make a ring so wide.
To know it is to trust,
that large can also hide.
There are things, I expect,
in space as well as mind,
that my scope can’t detect,
and I may never find.
Yet searching is my way,
and some may find this odd,
to unearth light each day,
I first shake hands with God.
The difference between the maverick and the one
who pushes back the borders of ignorance
is self discipline and knowledge.
July 28
Fight Talk
Things change for sure. It is the way.
Some strive to cure. Some want to play.
Some say blunder keeps us alive.
(It’s a wonder that we survive).
Some feel the thrust of those who care.
(In whom we trust, for whom we dare).
Some need to read between the lines,
to find their deed in God’s designs.
For me it’s heart, that heals our fate –
Man’s subtle art must conquer hate.
Beauty is the sun of World Culture.
July 29
The Art Of Wishing
We know, but we forget.
Reminders can be fun.
Let no one get upset,
that sun and star are one.
Sun-beams become star-beams.
Moonlight becomes starlight.
Life is not what it seems.
Seeing is not insight.
A change of perspective
(sure it’s part of the art) –
in being reflective,
the good may dream with heart.
Oh yes, dreams reach that far
(ninety three million miles) –
wishing on sun as star
can fill Earth life with smiles.
Nature seals her promise of spring in white,
(we seal it with ingratitude).
July 30
Thank You (2)
For us who ride around the sun,
tested and tried by love begun,
this life reveals that heart must speak,
that kind ideals are strong not weak.
The warmer life will long outlast
the colder strife from times gone past.
And just as food serves as our fill,
our gratitude becomes our will.
Living is best with touch of Soul.
Make joy your quest. Make God your goal.
Of the millions of sun rises in our universe each day,
— do the birds serenade each dawn?
July 31
Atom Talk
Softness has surely taught,
atoms have much to give.
Is hardness just a plot?
Is solid relative?
Millions fit in a dot.
Yet they are mostly space.
How much space in a spot?
How many make a face?
Who would have ever thought,
with spacious gratitude,
are we for real or naught?
How many make a mood?
Perhaps we just forgot.
Emptiness is worthwhile.
As God’s Forget-me-not,
how many make a smile?
If our thoughts are insincere, then insincerity
will permeate our every action, like a prolonged
drought which dries out every leaf, every root,
and every cell of the forest. The song birds leave,
and the greens and browns melt into the sand-color
of our own personal desert.
Such is the power of insincerity.
August 1
Water Hole Sentinels
Nature was scheming wise
to give them squared off spots.
In art they’d win first prize,
as brown exploded dots.
Beneath that splotchy skin,
twenty five pounds of heart
Is beating deep within.
Blood pressure plays its part.
High necks require high pulse.
Long legs need most the same.
Let awkward not repulse,
they have achieved much fame.
Their walk is quite unique,
as far as four legs go.
With side by side technique,
they have a Human flow.
At home they are well known.
Enemies fear their feet.
Adults are left alone
(Lions like easy meat).
Their kick, front back and side
will help protect their young.
The tall leaves cannot hide,
from long prehensile tongue.
Sure we have more to learn
of their Earthly commute,
and we may yet discern
Giraffes can be quite cute.
Am I willing to learn more?
August 2
Space Lights
Edge-on some seem quite flat.
Face-on, Earth shapes can grace.
One resembles a hat,*
then there’s the zoo in space.
That a star is a sun,
by now you may well know,
but galaxies are fun,
their stars put on a show.
Orbital scopes reveal,
beyond our sight and touch,
the unseen as the real.
We’ve never known so much.
Now infrared discerns
outside the eye’s threshold.
Ultra violet learns
stories, till now, untold.
X-rays help us explore,
though hidden from our view,
galactic cores and more,
the old becomes the new.
At times Man lived in fear,
of what we could not see,
now text-books make it clear,
knowledge can set us free.
Why only five senses?
What else can’t we detect?
Why these built-in fences,
and whom do they protect?
Perhaps there is a scent,
a tell-tale clue of Soul,
that indicates ascent,
of care, within Man’s goal.
A trigger in God’s scheme,
the prudent contemplate
(while others vaguely dream)
the conquest of our hate.
I know we’ll see someday
the joy of Humankind,
as we progress our way,
where heart will guide the mind.
Until that day our scopes
will challenge what is known,
and activate our hopes,
for all the love we’ve sown.
- The Sombrero Galaxy
As the quality of a painting depends upon
the quality of the artist, so too the quality
of our lives depends upon the quality of our thoughts.
August 3
Keeping It Simple #2
Without a doubt, within our skin,
we all look out, but rarely in.
With senses five, we fill the mind,
but feel alive, when heart is kind.
Those subtle beats will serve to share,
how love competes and thrives on care.
Life is a loan – Man’s stepping stone.
Honesty lives in a heart with no deception.
August 4
The Joyful Quest
To Her prudent and patient guest,
Nature can show a pretty face,
from glowing sunsets in the west,
to galaxies in deepest space.
Search it out. Compare and measure.
It is rewarding to pursue.
Beauty gives aesthetic pleasure.
(Delightful, magnetic and true).
An argument is a mental sword fight.
One may be wrong, yet skillful enough to win.
Both may get chopped up and live
to never be friends again.
August 5
For My Next Breath
Let me now give, with great delight,
thanks that I live conscious of light.
Let me this day, with grateful glow,
humble my way, that love may flow.
Let me depart, with no deceit,
thankful for heart and its first beat.
Simple is best, the wise conclude.
Life is a test of gratitude.
An argument is a temporary suspension of harmony
which may easily attain a permanent status.
August 6
Toast Talk
Here’s to daydreams, ice creams,
racing bikes and red kites,
to the sparkles and gleams
of all childhood delights.
I knew them long ago,
yet they still keep me warm.
They color my rainbow,
and help weather my storm.
The joys of life I toast,
that live within my heart,
where I may make the most
of all that they impart.
May I, in turn, employ
(as if in planting seed),
the skill of adding joy
to every thought and deed.
A beautiful thought is a life raft
in the daily sea of confusion.
August 7
“ … and it tastes so good!”
Chocolate is the way
to make desserts supreme.
“There’s more to love”, we say,
as we enjoy ice cream.
Now eating without shame
is just the thing to do,
yet there’s another game –
to lose a pound or two.
We non-thins do agree,
that science should create
a weightless calorie,
to populate our plate.
Yet scientific treats
won’t make our will-to-slim
combat our love of sweets,
so we can all be trim.
We need to know the knack,
to carefully eject,
the heavy from the snack,
to host that slim-effect.
Here’s to our search for light,
to joyfully discern
why pants are getting tight,
and when we must adjourn.
Humanity will have matured when
“My search” for happiness becomes
“Our search” for happiness.
August 8
Let It So Flow
I feel a grin in this old face,
from deep within my inner space.
It’s like a nod, that life’s okay –
a hint of God, that fills my day.
Let it ascend as welcomed guest.
Let it extend its joyful quest.
Let it so flow, that for a while,
with warmest glow, the world may smile.
At dawn we exchange our perception of
a star filled universe for a day time stage
with one star.
August 9
But Do They Have Chocolate?
Would I travel in outer space?
Do flowers grow beyond the Earth?
Do birds serenade dawn with grace?
What is the cost? What is it worth?
Could we stumble in our ascent?
Can life be lived by foreign star?
Is sun alone our nourishment?
Do we now plan one dream too far?
What if God gave the old green light,
to search, to find, to populate?
For sure we’d think it only right,
to let our habits cultivate.
I’d like to raise a subtle voice,
and hope to share it from the heart.
My preference (given the choice)
is to clean up before we start.
It may take longer than the trip,
to chart light years of happiness,
but love fuels all good fellowship,
and gratitude creates success.
As my capacity for beauty grows,
so grows my capacity for joy.
August 10
Our Free-Will Party (1)
Regardless of the best advice,
they’re rarely there. They lack appeal.
In Man’s approach to Paradise,
“do-lists” do not reflect what’s real.
Growing is ornery business,
yet love tells us that is our way.
It’s all about our happiness,
and how we think and act today.
Like it or not we all plant seeds
with ugly thought, anger and fear.
Others call them flaws or weeds.
You know, those things that hurt to hear.
It’s possible, with good-faith spins,
we can discern the prudent art,
and learn to turn our scowls to grins,
as mind earns access to the heart.
My future is as close as my next thought.
August 11
It Must Be Someone Else
Never it could be my actions
that dim my light of mind.
It must be someone else.
Never one of my transactions
brought sorrow to Mankind.
It must be someone else.
Never it could be my feeling,
emotion or belief.
It must be someone else.
Surely it can’t be my thinking
that causes me my grief.
It must be someone else.
With beauty we manifest
the ever present possibility of joy.
August 12
First Love
It seems so long ago,
but not so far away,
when Earth’s first dawning glow
put light and life in play.
How much of time now past
to glorify the mind?
Thoughts like music outlast
the clash of Humankind.
Then Oh, which beating heart
was first to feel the Soul,
the first to ply God’s art,
the first to reach love’s goal.
Honor that moment rare,
and celebrate that light –
success beyond compare,
thrilling, hopeful and bright.
Sometimes things seem to come from nowhere
and nothing. Yet, everything begins with a thought.
August 13
The Mystery Of Space
The Source now invites us to tea,
beyond the blue of sky.
Orbiting telescopes now see,
beyond the range of eye.
We thought color, shape and distance,
but youth now thinks of heat,
and the ultra-violet dance
(an invisible treat).
A thermonuclear twinkle,
whether it’s near or far,
now adds an atomic wrinkle,
to wishing on a star.
But wishes will always be there
(great hopes from little hearts).
They find their way to everywhere
unseen on modern charts.
As the oleander, [every part of it], is poisonous
to Mankind, so deception is poisonous,
[every part of it].
August 14
Star Birth Talk
This gravity they say
is calmly quite robust.
It spends space time in play
collapsing gas and dust.
It gathers from afar,
then must indeed ignite,
before we call it star,
and gaze upon its light.
When motion heats to fire,
the nebula must dance.
Combustion like desire
goes nuclear by chance.
But some think random’s wrong,
and know someday we’ll find,
just how we all belong
to universal mind.
I’m in their camp it’s true,
and reverence with a nod,
that subtle point of view,
which starts all stars with God.
Thought is the father of character.
August 15
Home Base Or Space?
Some think we’re linked to sun,
and bound to blue and green,
where Earth-suits are more fun,
and love is unforeseen.
For sure we’ve got the toys,
to wonder at right here,
an endless source of joys,
to cherish and hold dear.
Yet I’m preoccupied,
where nebulas give birth,
where galaxies collide
light years away from Earth.
My glimpse into deep space
may hold me for a while.
I’m searching for the Face,
and hope to sense the Style.
There is so much to learn,
but I may only find,
back home’s our place to earn
true balance for Mankind.
Simplicity radiates beauty.
August 16
Thought Deeds
As we perfect our own delight,
lack of respect destroys that light.
All of our deeds are points of view.
Planting thought seeds is what we do.
Ingratitude is inhumane.
It’s rude and crude, and leads to pain.
Thankful is kind. Learn now to share.
Heart teaches mind. Dare now to care.
Like the shadow of the earth against the night sky,
we do not always discern that which we produce.
August 17
Thought-Talk (2)
Space languages, I’m sure,
throughout the galaxy,
contain a word for pure,
as well as one for free.
Perhaps we’ll know someday,
these concepts have appeal,
beyond the Milky Way.
Some thoughts are more than real.
They permeate the mind,
and quickly resonate,
in beings that are kind,
where love has conquered hate.
We search what we discern,
to see what we can gain,
in hopes that we may earn
a character not vain.
That pattern’s in our heart.
It shows up in our dreams,
as we perfect our art
to see through foolish schemes.
When the moon travels in the shadow of the earth,
we call it an eclipse of the moon. When will we call it
- moon travelling in the shadow of the earth?
August 18
Light Of The Universe
If stars celebrate their birthdays,
then light-parties are commonplace.
Heat is a window of their ways.
They radiate colors in space.
They’re building blocks of galaxies,
which travel at jaw-dropping speeds –
hundreds of miles in just one sneeze.
How many for seven good deeds?
Thermonuclear births will rule –
life spans of nebula shock waves
dwarf dynasties as miniscule.
Shock-miles outnumber human graves.
Stars may glow for billions of years.
We blink, it seems, and we are done.
Will they record our tears and fears,
or mark well our joys beyond fun?
Do we live by chance or by nod?
If I were star, I’d want to know.
Was it shock wave or thought of God
that triggered brilliance in my glow.
Yet stars, like us, are born to die.
Perhaps we learn faster on Earth.
May we discern the how and why:
what’s of value and what’s of worth.
Joyful is the one who focuses on beauty.
August 19
What Is A Heart Poem?
It’s never such, where mad is fad,
that fears too much, or turns on sad.
It starts with thought, then feelings play,
till what it’s not is thrown away.
It hears a tune that it can hum –
a taste of moon, a touch of drum.
It finds a glow, a common light,
that most folks know will bring delight.
The time well spent is time worthwhile,
if what is meant can bring a smile.
Our future sees our present as past.
August 20
Escape Velocity
Seven they say, not six or three
miles per second, we need.
As we comply with gravity
to make space-thought a deed.
Obedience in every way
to Mother Nature’s Laws,
allows our space-dreams room to play
by-passing Human flaws.
To disobey will mean to fail,
in foolish unconcern.
Mistake the minnow for the whale –
God’s lessons to discern.
Now merging is as good a name,
if opposites are true.
It turns on how we play the game –
how hard our point of view.
Man’s given plenty to defeat,
ego’s non-compliant.
Where “I” and “Me” grow obsolete,
we” are less defiant.
Going within’s another thing.
The good can strengthen will,
and yes imprudence has its sting,
and calmness is a skill.
This slow science of subtle force,
where virtue plays its part
(as stepping stones to reach the Source)
finds mind obeying heart.
The crowd shouts, “Be angry, you have a right
to get upset.” The heart whispers, “Be calm,
you have a right to be invincible.”
August 21
The Final Census
How many hearts made?
How many heart beats nourished the mind?
How many thoughts of gratitude?
Fat cats and thin birds can share a yard,
but thin cats and fat birds – no way!
August 22
Flawless
Strength of character is ideal,
but like a whisper in a dream,
we may dismiss it as unreal,
perhaps a momentary gleam.
Excellence is no fun, some say.
It’s boring and doesn’t express.
It’s just too much to change our way,
too hard to grasp moral success.
But life is harder without it.
Choices are made with greed and fear –
counselors unwise and unfit,
who profit much by grief and tear.
Classroom Earth is a gift of heart.
We learn that we decide our fate.
Cause and effect is our great art.
With love we earn then graduate.
Like the “old cowhand”, we must ride heard
on those thoughts which go astray.
August 23
For Those New To The Planet
Now here’s the deal that all must know.
The grateful heal. The joyful glow.
The honest earn a trust complete.
The prudent learn to be discreet.
Start now, inquire, behind your dream.
With pure desire discern God’s theme.
A heart without beauty harbors the terrorists of deceit.
August 24
Weight-Talk (Number N2)
My over-do is over-done.
That point of view has had its fun.
Now pants are tight. Can’t see my feet.
Scale says, “Not right. Watch what you eat!”
Response affects a some-times will.
Reason defects. Mouths over-fill.
May all well know the “sin” of taste
puts on a show around the waist.
The major crop of the gardener of beauty is joy.
August 25
Time-Talk (Number 3)
O Many times before
The years have heard my song.
Perhaps there’s many more,
before I’ve stayed too long.
Time was, at first, the thing,
but life’s had much to say.
Without breath we can’t sing.
My goal’s to help today.
In ways most surely small,
and unknown, without scheme,
learning to care for all
Is now my only dream.
God help me grow in heart,
and then expand my mind,
that I may play my part,
in ways prudent and kind.
The harvesters of joy planted seeds of beauty.
August 26
Who Am I?
In much of my entire
(deluded by desire),
mistakes have multiplied
no matter how I tried.
I look and may not see.
Error free’s not for me.
And yes I get upset.
My calm is not quite yet.
Forgive my crude and rude,
when I become unglued.
I guarantee you this,
I aim but sometimes miss.
There are two sources of Joy ever on duty,
one is thinking, the other is beauty.
August 27
Thank You For The Stars
When Man looks up at night,
And sees the lights afar,
Our feelings of delight
Could color every star.
When we add gratitude
(and then feel o-so-small),
God enters such a mood
And strengthens one and all.
Intelligence without love has much to learn.
August 28
Message To Myself
Some say it’s how it ends,
but there they fabricate.
It’s how a man intends
that determines his fate.
Some speak o-so-clever
(losers hope for a draw),
arguing forever,
as if debate were law.
We all have much to learn
(some think the good are odd).
Look close and thus discern.
Know well the Laws of God.
The wise have always taught,
free-will’s no accident,
and quality of thought
goes far to cleanse intent.
Not without earthly pressures and
human discernment does the diamond
attain its sparkling beauty.
August 29
Forgive and Live
Surely you’ve heard, during your stay,
a kinder word may smooth the way.
Think-twice advice can make life sane.
Peace has its price. The vain court pain.
Better’s the glow (and time well spent),
when love can flow through smile well meant.
Mind knows its part in making friends,
but only heart can make amends.
No darkness of mood ever conquered the Light of striving.
August 30
Born To Choose
“Forget-me-not, for I have wings.”
Long have we taught thoughts become things.
Will we create? Will we destroy?
Will we sow hate? Will we sow joy?
Will we decree without review?
Quality’s key in all we do.
“Forget-me-not, for I have wings.”
Long have we taught thoughts become things.
The bigger the donkey the larger
the carrot required for action.
August 31
The Almost Greatest Fact Of Life
We search without, but find within.
We spread our doubt, but hope to win.
Mind gives us tools, to play our part,
but only fools exclude the heart.
Patience remembers that our sun still shines at night.
September 1
Learning Is Less “Me-First”
Sure it would be quite nice,
if all cared and were kind.
The young would heed advice,
and heart would warm the mind.
But free-will paves the way,
and that ensures extremes,
where blood will rule the day,
and nightmares challenge dreams.
Our “I-Want” has a thirst.
Not caring means we fail.
Learning is less “Me-First”.
Good-will’s our Holy Grail.
Experience will teach,
“We-First” leaves much less mess.
Love is our daring reach.
Friendship needs heart-access.
By our turning are we allowed to see the stars.
September 2
186,282 Miles Per Second
Five hundred seconds to reach Earth.
Eight minutes plus* from its sun birth.
What pushes our sunlight so fast?
What happens to that light gone past?
Surely future science will know
those answers which help Man to grow.
But will we achieve the right mood:
can we transcend our rude and crude?
Knowing and doing is our test.
Good knowledge with goodwill is best.
We’re slow to alter “Me-First” plays:
costumes change but attitude stays.
How fast is a thought to be kind?
How quickly can heart warm the mind?
- Eight minutes and twenty seconds
Perhaps we should compose a letter
to those fouling the nest. Dear friends —
Thinking is good, prudence is better,
a loving will is best.
September 3
High-Talk (2)
Where the warming knows well the glow,
the ascent is an inward smile.
With the striving to know and glow,
joy is a friend that’s most worthwhile.
Elevation extends the view,
but detail calls for clarity.
The heart is a summit not new,
where vision calls for charity.
Sure fortitude signals the climb,
but only prudence makes the top.
It is no less with life sublime.
Basecamp is gratitude’s workshop.
Quality thought’s a joyful art.
No sorrow ever climbed with heart.
There can be no happiness without beautiful thoughts.
September 4
Wise Is Not Always Gray
If getting old is getting wise,
we’re center-fold to win that prize.
But “gray-glories” are not our way.
The real story’s a subtle play.
If years are kind, not age makes smart,
but how the mind was warmed by heart.
Beauty is the health of the future
September 5
Joy Heals The Spirit
Above the rude and crude,
beyond the pull of moon,
Joy is our altitude,
our beautiful baloon.
Quality lives in choice.
When will that be well known?
Beautiful thoughts rejoice:
there joy will grin not groan.
Not-joy is never glad.
It ever leads to pain.
Happy is never sad,
and joyful is quite sane.
September 6
A Prudent Course In Cosmic Self Defense
First: Block the knife.
Second: Remove the knife.
Third: Subdue the attacker.
Fourth: Be calm.
Fifth: Forgive the attacker.
Sixth: Radiate love.
Seventh: Block the next knife.
Eigth: Block all future knives.
Ninth: Remember always. Gratitude is a secret medicine.
The Great Formula for Personal Happiness:
Less “attitude” more gratitude.
September 7
Veil-Talk
One may think that they’re gone,
but they just hide from view,
behind the veil of dawn,
our sun’s curtain of blue.
Illusion’s not a lie.
Their shine is no less bright,
but we, with azure sky,
see not their distant light.
How elusive is real?
What else is there to sense,
beyond our see and feel,
behind the starred immense?
Earth motion works with sun.
Diurnal’s far from odd.
Turning was well begun,
inside the mind of God.
Where there is beauty, there is joy.
September 8
Just One More
My Hungry out foxes my Thin.
The con is on, and I’m the mark.
“One-more” is all it needs to win.
More is its mantram and trademark.
Its subtle whispers infiltrate
with promise of pleasure so sweet.
Sure mine’s a case of love not hate.
Most anytime is time to eat.
Those whispers end up on my waist.
I may feel full, but never smart.
Fooled again leaves a bitter taste.
My extra-large is Hungry’s art.
Someday my Thin will spot the con.
Such subtlety is mine to earn.
When extra-large is extra-gone,
my Grin will signal — I discern.
The quest for joy begins with beauty.
September 9
Delight Is The Smile Of Joy
Most teachers like a joyful child,
highly creative never wild.
Most husbands like a joyful wife,
cooperation without strife.
Most friendships prize delightful mates.
Daters well like delightful dates.
Lose not your smile. Sadness is pain.
Joyful exclaims heart keeps us sane.
The quality of life depends upon the level of joy.
The level of joy depends upon beauty.
September 10
“Be Joyful Always1” (3)
It’s not well known, and far less told.
Grins never groan. Frowns are fool’s gold.
Beauty is prime — the realm of heart.
with thought sublime, joy gets a start.
The joyful win, beyond a doubt,
with God within, and God without.
Theory it’s not. Earth does display.
The wise have taught — Beauty’s the Way…
Note: 1 Thesalonians 5:16
The heart of beauty beats joyfully.
September 11
Seconds (And Thirds)
Delicious moods help me believe
the finest foods would not deceive.
Yet, there’s a veil (a see clear not),
that tells a tale, where want clouds thought.
Flavor spreads doubt, (and nose confounds):
my tastebuds shout forget the pounds.
Lost is my touch to curb my taste.
I eat too much. Most goes to waist.
When “No” is lost mood-foods appeal.
Dessert will cost. (Pounds are quite real).
My ever treat will never wait.
It says to eat, when I just ate.
Full whispers fill. I reach for more.
Won’t becomes will, when I keep score.
My scale implies seconds won’t slim.
(But Hungry’s lies make smles go grim).
Scale tries to teach; weight is a stress,
well within reach. Strive to eat less.
Upon my plate cake and ice cream
predict my fate (and my extreme).
A joyful pulse needs a beautiful heart.
September 12
Weather-Makers?
Blue is a calming sky.
Gray is a wonder-why.
Inner weather, we’re taught,
turns on quality thought.
One day I think we’ll find
Earth skies reflect our mind.
Who knows what thinking brings,
when thoughts, we know, make things.
One of the two sources of joy is beauty.
September 13
Maybe Mixed With No
Banana splits are quite a treat,
so tempting to indulge.
Chocolate sauce and cherry meet,
when taste tells waist to bulge.
Desert the table, I’ve been told,
is how to stay quite trim.
Saying “No” is ever so bold.
Is that the price of slim?
Is there a way far less drastic?
Are smaller splits worthwhile?
Sure two scoops are still fantastic,
and leave me with a smile.
Moderation for me, it seems,
is “Maybe” mixed with “No”.
My Not-Thin dominates my dreams,
but Thin whispers, “No-Go”.
Could it well be not food at all?
May splits symbolize mood?
Perhaps my happy took a fall,
from touch of worldly crude.
Such sorrow is a long time frown.
Those blue moods crave dessert.
Each Not-Joy is a tumble down,
deceitful and covert.
It’s a saga not a story:
a journey not a trip.
Discernment feeds well the glory.
(Now there’s a non-fat tip).
Beauty leads to joy.
September 14
We Of The Extra-Large
We of the extra-large,
(with “More” always in charge),
find love and hunger meet
in treats quite soft and sweet.
Sure cakes befriend ice creams,
conjuring tasty dreams.
Chocolate is a must,
simply a sacred trust.
Must have pudding and pie,
while “More” never asks why.
Yet “Thin” knows about weight,
(never haul too much freight).
“Too-Much” has a belt size,
that labels “More” unwise.
Losing’s our gain not loss,
when “More’s” far less our boss.
The wise blame not the food,
but see “More” as a mood.
“Thin’s” not beyond our reach,
but “More” has much to teach.
If humility was not part of our learning,
God would not have invented old age.
September 15
Sow Not Woe
A joyful glow from smile to grin,
keeps anger slow and love not dim.
Prudence is sane and helps us grow.
It knows less pain and sows not woe.
What is well meant the heart can mend,
but low intent will not well end.
Live smart and learn discern and earn.
The maintaining of balance
is the end of boredom.
September 16
Man’s Greatest Love
Has the story become a tale,
not new and told too much?
Man’s joy most surely will prevail,
but how few share joy’s touch?
Too busy with our hurts to see,
and quite worse yet — with “ME!”
So what on Earth is all this fuss?
Man’s love is “I” not “Us”
Your companion for the Path of Beauty is joy.
September 17
Seed-Talk
Our present condition,
sown well in the far-past,
now begs true contrition
(from lesson learned long last).
Future’s an attitude.
Sorrow battles delight.
Caution monitors mood.
Dim not your day to night.
Care sings a kinder song.
Love has a thoughtful reach.
Poor seeds make life “gone-wrong”.
This world knows how to teach.
Calm makes a saner me.
Quality thought is key.
Our response to beauty is joy.
September 18
When Thin Meets The Sweet-Con
More than food is diet.
Mind serves its meal of moods.
Calm surrenders quiet
to noisy attitudes.
There what to eat and when
suffers a tasty loss.
Not-Thin wins then again,
while appetite is boss.
Sure it’s no secret fate:
sweet gets the knowing smile.
Belt knows when hauling freight.
(Too-tight’s far from worthwhile).
Not Thin has much to say,
on how to spoil Thin’s day.
For a more joyful life, fill your home with beauty.
September 19
God’s Gold
Lighten that load. Conquer that stress.
Beauty’s our road to joyfulness.
Life hides its wealth, where hearts beat glad.
Beauty brings health: ugly brings sad.
Know it’s worthwhile: sure it’s God’s Gold:
with joyful smile, whisper it bold.
With kind insight, we all may find,
Beauty’s a Light to warm Mankind.
Beauty is the mother of joy.
September 20
First-Light Talk
It’s as old as Day-One
(the sleeping know it not).
Dawn is a learning-sun,
where “Dawners” warm their thought.
Clouds play a pastel role.
Refraction becomes art.
Beauty well feeds the Soul.
Joy is the song of heart.
Hear the birds serenade.
Turning invites this show.
Such conquering of shade
is God’s great morning-glow.
May Light color our play,
as night succumbs to day.
God is the greatest scientist.
September 21
What Not To Forget
Let heart beautify mind.
Me-First makes ugly thought.
Un-caring feeds un-kind:
be smart and think them not.
Deeds are thoughts manifest.
Beauty strengthens the sage.
Quality thought is best.
Only the naive “rage”.
Ugliness is that school,
where anger creates pain.
“Un-controlled” is that fool
history calls un-sane.
Prudence prefers to earn.
Rashness programs losing.
Our learning to discern
nourishes our choosing.
Calmness is a medicine.
September 22
What Not To Forget
Let heart beautify mind.
Me-First makes ugly thought.
Un-caring feeds un-kind:
be smart and think them not.
Deeds are thoughts manifest.
Beauty strengthens the sage.
Quality thought is best.
Only the naive “rage”.
Ugliness is that school,
where anger creates pain.
“Un-controlled” is that fool
history calls un-sane.
Prudence prefers to earn.
Rashness programs losing.
Our learning to discern
nourishes our choosing.
Beauty is a telescope, which looks into the mind of God.
September 23
The Tallest Of Tall-Tales
Sure it’s a cooling thought
(joyfully appealing).
Our once young hearts were taught
a winter-warm feeling.
This tallest of tall-tales
decorates dreams with toys,
in hope that love unveils
our all-too-hidden joys.
Old-Red-Cheeks, in his sleigh,
lives through those eyes that smile.
In Man’s “Reminder-Play”,
giving makes life worthwhile.
Santa’s a hopeful seed
to warm the Human deed.
We learn to live as we forgive.
September 24
The Older I Get
Pinch me. Am I alive,
or is this all a dream?
Reaching seventy-five
seems much like an extreme.
I may need a few tricks
(some virtues of old age),
to reach seventy-six,
and write upon that page.
Yet some would quickly say,
that life-span is my gain.
Higher it grows, today:
it waxes while I wane.
I strive to grasp that art
the wise have always taught —
sure mind, well warmed by heart,
lives in quality thought.
Next breath and gratitude,
combine in life’s sweet grin.
They serve a healthy mood —
my secret medicine.
Knowledge will un-confound
God’s loving, silent glow.
With cane, I stand a ground
my youth could barely know.
Birthdays remind and teach:
Earth-learning highlights care.
Love’s not beyond our reach.
Lost time knows how to share.
Plan with love – live with love.
September 25
My Waist-Full-Ness
The secret’s in the pie.
It vows to hide the “How”,
and knows to ask not “Why”,
where “When” becomes “Right now!”.
Sure cookies and ice cream
put caution well to sleep.
Sweet treats become my dream.
Hungry sows. Waist will reap.
The challenge is “I know”,
but knowing seems not there,
where jams and jellies flow,
and “Not-Thin” plays not-fair.
I forget that I forgot —
“Too-Much” just goes to pot.
In a world of “Me-Firsts”, yield-signs do not work.
September 26
Scope-Talk
Star-gazers, with their scopes,
dream of that cloudless night,
where moons and stars raise hopes,
for far off worlds of light.
We focus, then we seek,
and that may well define,
through what we then must peek,
to progress and refine.
With joy and gratitude,
heart-gazers search to find,
with mind well clear of mood,
that glow called Humankind.
Searching is our story,
but there’s much more to tell.
Finding is our glory
(and where we choose to dwell).
Let all take heed, who may despair,
our thoughts are seed, (plant yours with care).
September 27
My Earth Do-List
Be joyful strong.
Smile through the day.
Let love belong
in everyway.
Let kindness show
how hearts can glow.
Awesome is the honest heart.
September 28
Public Enemy Number One
Sure with the stoning of the wise,
our page of trust well turns un-bold.
There hopelessness is on the rise
(a story far more felt than told).
Such poison clouds the brightest heart.
It makes us feel our day is night.
Dying hope is a mood not smart.
It is the dimming of delight.
Fight it now: fight it forever.
Let not the no-hope touch your mind.
The Dim think deception’s clever.
Fight all that brings down Humankind.
Can there be real progress without heart?
September 29
Puppy-Love
In the wee-time of strife,
with awkwardness full-moan,
and “Teddy” for night-life,
some hearts become full grown.
Young feelings well engage.
Soul-Toughing knows no age.
What patch of Earth is without blodshed?
September 30
Message To Myself (September 17, 2018)
Through many shades of wrong,
poor discernment makes pain.
Fear and desire live strong:
ignorance feeds the vain.
Sure history highlights
Man’s low quality thought.
It footnotes the insights,
veiling what must be taught.
Regret’s the dim of choice,
a mere shadow of glad.
Prudence loves to rejoice.
Joy learns better than sad.
Joy is a “We” story:
I is a cold glory
If God wanted peace on Earth,
He would not have given free-will
to Mankind.
October 1
Message To Myself (October 10, 2018)
As I now think of my next breath,
and the future that it contains,
I focus not on worldly death,
and surely not on worldly pains.
I sense each breath a subtle gift,
a borrowed moment to reflect,
to plan an action to uplift,
with joyful feelings to perfect.
Then nasty news comes crashing through,
designed to touch my darkest mood,
to stir my upset-angy view,
unleashing all my rude and crude.
Sure my angry is my alarm.
Yet many breaths still bellow bold,
and blaming, fuels my great un-calm,
but blame gets old as I un-fold.
There is a warming of my mind,
and yes it is un-grateful slow.
Perhaps, with heart, breath will grow kind,
enough, at least, to glimpse God’s glow.
The difference between Mankind and
Humanity is kindness stirred with compassion.
October 2
Meditation-Talk (15)
May I never forget —
forgiving’s not just kind,
it lives with no regret.
Prudence goes well with mind.
Sure life becomes worthwhile,
although some think it odd,
when we well learn to smile,
and hearts well beat with God.
That next act of our play
(more caring means less shame),
is not beyond our day.
(Less killing means less blame).
Quality thought will show,
less dark well means more glow.
With caring “pats” and “smiles”:
our kindness feeds the world.
October 3
Meditation-Talk (33)
Others have gone this way.
Elders they are in Light.
Their love’s been long in play.
They help beyond our sight.
They guide who want to grow —
to serve our Humankind.
We learners earn our glow,
as heart well warms the mind.
With prudent-loving care,
stepping beyond Man’s crude,
we join with those who dare
God’s joyful “attitude”
Love too often gets distracted.
October 4
They Shout Without Speaking
It is a pausing find. One that reduces strife.
Sure sunsets can remind Earth motion colors life.
Is it a joyful plan, quiet and most serene?
Beyond all moods of Man, refraction makes a scene.
So subtle is insight. It makes us yearn to know
that pastel touch of light, which sets our hearts aglow.
May we be more aware, where life reveals God’s care.
A Happy thought seems lighter than a heavy one.
October 5
Thank You For Joy
The Dim outshout with fear
and lack of joyful mood.
The world wants not to hear
the joy of gratitude.
Those shouting points of view
distract and yes, retard.
Joy is easy to do:
remembering is hard.
Not-joy is simply pain.
Sorrow hinders worthwhile.
The grateful live quite sane.
Thankful is quick to smiile.
Joy is a ‘wise-invite’.
The world needs our delight.
We need love like we need water in the desert.
October 6
For The Lovers Of Tomorrow
The joy of love is smart.
Subtle has its impact.
The home of love is heart.
Don’t let the world distract.
Watch what we ‘teach’ in schools.
The world needs more than fools.
Seriously thinking about my next breath
makes room for my gratitude.
October 7
Perfecting
Better we build. better create,
when mind is filled with far less hate.
It’s life indeed, (our should and ought),
to plant that seed, that crown of thought.
A focused will, a clearer mind,
improves our skill — our “un-confined”.
Quality’s sane: more love — less pain.
God plans my next heart beat:
Heaven awaits my last.
October 8
The Inner Journey
Some it eludes. Some choose it not.
Some it excludes. Some it has taught.
Let it be told. Let all pursue.
The story’s old, but ever new.
With joy it starts. With joy it ends.
May all our hearts soon make amends.
How long will my foolishness be fulfilling?
October 9
If We Only Knew
Experience with heart has taught,
joy lives within our reach.
The Mother of feeling is thought,
and feeling can well teach,
it’s up to us to make our day.
Sure it’s a learning, this Earth stay…
Good hearts think care, and sow kindness.
October 10
Confusion Likes Profusion
We search for happiness,
but self gets in the way.
“Me-First”is hurtful stress.
“My” and “Mine” cloud the day.
“I” chooses the un-wise,
and so creates its sad.
Imprudence will surprise,
dissapoint and grow mad.
Sure “We” tends more to smile,
and “Us” may bring a grin.
“Together” is worthwhile.
Good-will is “Our” good-win.
And there for Humankind,
we find heart warms the mind.
It may be easier to
forgive the many than to forgive myself.
October 11
Are Puppies For The Young?
Devotion wags a tail.
Love licks the hand and face.
Friendship that will not fail,
anytime, anyplace.
Heaven is populated with sincerity.
Earth is “Me-First” full.
October 12
Soul Gold
It can’t be bought, and can’t be sold.
A joyful thought is pure Soul-gold.
It warms the heart. (Never gets old).
All joy from art is beauty-bold.
Feel the allure. (Time to behold).
Beauty’s our cure. Let it be told.
The hateful smile at angry attitudes.
October 13
The Not-Yet
It welcomes our best dream,
and manifests our thought.
But wishes too extreme?
Life’s taught they last for naught.
Future’s a special place,
ideal for no regret.
Where hope and love embrace,
lovers will cast their net.
Plan with joy not sorrow.
Pray for goodness tonight.
Design your tomorrow.
Desire with your best Light.
Yesterday made today.
Cause and effect must play.
Life is an opportunity to beautify my thoughts.
October 14
The Un-Kind
It is a veil, an attitude,
low on the scale of caring mood.
It colors grim with lesser light,
preferring dim and loving night.
For all un-kind, quality thought,
becomes, for mind, quality naught.
God becomes gold. Love becomes strife.
Fear then takes hold, governing life.
There’s a way back. Beauty’s your start.
Cut God some slack. Remember heart…
The ingredients of water are gas.
Sure God is a grinning chemist.
He made Man mostly water,
with a pinch of mist and sass.
October 15
Joy Revealed (again)
The shy will be too slow.
The gruff will be too bold.
Joy is a timeless glow,
that some can grasp and hold.
Beauty gives joy its start,
were subtle thought will win.
Sure that joy is heart-smart,
and wears an inside girn.
With prudence it presides,
to share what’s most worthwhile.
Joyful balance resides
between love, and its smile.
Know life’s ancient story:
joy replaces “glory”.
Heart holds all hope for Man.
Don’t ugly-up God’s Plan.
October 16
Just Gray
Sure it sounds more silly than bold.
I’ve decided not to get old.
Oh you’ll find a wrinkle or two,
but never in my point of view.
Prudence won’t rock-climb or sky-dive,
yet discerns moods that feel alive.
It welcomes mind well warmed by heart.
Quality thought means life quite smart.
No doubt it thrives at any age,
where life chooses to smile, not rage.
It’s the great attitude at play —
“Not-old” is nothing new, just gray…
Quality thought means far less pain,
and far less pain feels far more sane.
October 17
When Enough Is Not Enough
Many a should and not
have occupied my mind.
Some prooved good, some well taught,
choice is better when kind.
Often I ate too much,
and yes I know that’s wrong.
Common sense lost its touch:
my Not-Thin sang its song.
Life’s been a heavy tale,
stress testing my free-will.
Some questions need a scale. —
To fill or not to fill?
Sometimes it’s just a mood
inviting attitude…
We do not need a reason to be joyful.
October 18
A Ten Percent Wish
Imagine if Mankind
increased love ten percent.
What changes we would find
in Man’s painful ascent.
One percent sheds less tears.
At two percent we smile.
Three percent finds less fears.
Four feels life more worthwhile.
At five we warm our care.
Six thinks more “We” than “Them”.
Seven finds life more fair.
Eight’s less quick to condemn.
Nine “knows”, all have a heart.
Ten feels, far less apart.
All are eligible to see the beauty of life.
October 19
My Welcomed Guest
The gracefulness of swan,
the greenness of the tree,
the pastels of the dawn,
These make life smile in me.
Flowers are a treasure.
Song birds must have their say.
Hills and streams give pleasure:
they heal my everyday.
Rainbows know when to glow.
Our sun empowers leaf.
Love has a caring flow,
and heart-smart knows no grief.
Beauty’s my welcomed guest,
in this, God’s Earthly test.
Pain and sorrow wait on Man’s desires.
October 20
My Thinning Wish
There is, I’m taught, a special star,
well beyond thought and yet not far,
that handles all pot-bellied dreams
and protocol for sweet extremes.
But now (no-tale) my eating fun
has shocked my scale — “Too-Much” has won.
My “Not-Thin” grin diverts the blame.
(that guilt won’t win, heavy veils shame.)
Elusive moods, with strong notions,
make attitudes dimming potions.
Quality thought needs rule the day.
(Dessert it’s not. Sweets love to sway.)
With far less weight, to no surprise,
I’d haul less freight. Sure that’s just wise.
The time seems right. A Higher tool,
with much more Light, up-grades the fool.
My “Non-Fat” smile, my silent nod,
says wish worthwhile must come from God.
So I wish heart, where all Good dwells,
to live love-smart, and heal Earth-spells.
Foolishness is the offspring of fools:
wisdom is the smile of the Wise.
October 21
Love-Talk ( Number 99)
Puppy love wags its tale.
Of this life winks an eye.
Without love life grows pale,
and leaves us asking why.
Finding love stirs the young
(remembered by the old).
Our ladder lost that rung,
of this we were foretold.
Yet the un-wise know not —
caution’s an aging cure.
Hope for quality thought
tell-tales how hearts endure.
Earth holds a rough terrain,
for those who seek self-gain.
The secret of a happy life is becominng
a better person.
(In short, let the heart warm the mind.)
October 22
One Joyful Response
Some think Mozart was Heaven sent,
as Music’s part in our ascent.
As he “tuned-in”, the notes revealed,
time spent within means less concealed.
But Dim won’t smile: “It’s just not right,
and least worthwhile, to seek more Light.”
Ears that won’t hear refuse the gift.
for sure it’s fear that won’t uplift.
Courage will find that care-connect,
where heart warms mind in deep respect.
Let us thank all, who paused to birth,
aiding our call of Light from Earth.
To live I must breathe.
Am I grateful for my next breath?
October 23
Love-Talk (Number 100)
There is a Light, one not so rare,
that bringss delight beyond compare.
It’s beauty glows in all good moods,
and yes, it shows in attitudes.
Perhaps all knew, in times long past,
but dimmed that view with thoughts aghast.
Stoking the fires of love means life,
no dim-desires, no “Me-First” strife.
There’s little doubt, the grateful find,
that love’s about all Humankind.
The bait we use depends on
what we are fishing for.
October 24
Love-Talk (Number 101)
When two Souls touch, there’s much to say,
about the change in their Earth-play.
Close is their will. Holding’s a must —
an Earth time out in total trust.
Selfless prevails. As heart feels heart,
care becomes kind, and life love-smart.
My mind says it is impossible to strive
to be joyful always1. My heart says
what do I have to lose?
October 25
State Of The Union (Number 1)
Lord, there is much to say,
but then, I know You know.
Some “feel” You’ve lost Your way.
Most “know” we’ve lost our glow.
Free-will and thought prevail.
“Me-First” well seeks “Me-Gain”.
Ignorance tells its tale.
So few are free from pain.
Dim still seeks to annoy,
poisoning with disrtress.
Yet Beauty leads to Joy,
heart access and success.
Battles well rage within:
the Good are geared to win.
My most significant glimpse into happiness
is my gratitude for my next heartbeat.
October 26
A Sad Tale Of Almost Joy
It could be sad or filled with Light,
much fantasy or common sense.
Awareness and memory write
that book we call experience.
Awake. Birds serenade the dawn:
caterpillars well find their wings;
sure the doe still suckles her fawn.
There, with beautiful thoughts, joy sings.
Beauty is a most easy choice,
(and yes, the world promulgates sad).
Loveliness knows how to rejoice,
but Dim knows ways that drive men mad.
Beauty is God’s joyful story:
ugliness is “Man-First” glory.
Warm thinking shows a warm heart.
Cold thinking shows our un-knowingness.
October 27
The New Fingerprint
Genes now make known our hidden life.
Truth has outgrown passion and strife.
Sure Man will lie, yet genes tell-true —
perhaps not why, but clearly who.
Secret no more: much it unveils.
Genes are a door. There will be tales.
Happiness is more of “Me-Last”
and less of “Me-First”.
October 28
My Little-Big Prayer
Let me be smart in all I do.
Let me, with heart perfect my view,
of Earthly play — come night or day.
Message to my foolishness: the last time
I checked, prudence was still a virtue.
October 29
That Stepping Stone Which Smiles
Sure it nourishes mind,
and yes it’s fed by heart.
This dream of Humankind
arouses human-smart.
It’s free, yet must be earned.
It dwells not with the sad.
With joy it is discerned,
then finds us smiling-glad.
It’s delicate yet strong,
and well sought by the Wise.
The Highest hear its song:
Beauty is Heaven’s prize…
May my next breath explore
the beauty of Humanity.
October 30
Pot Belly Talk
Not all have one. Some prefer thin.
Should life be fun? (Some hide their grin).
Now some would say, “Dessert is need.
Sweets are the way. Treat each good deed.”
Others would state. “Shape follows thought.
Dessert is weight. Thin can be taught.”
Few say the past dictates the waist;
Habits hold fast (pleasure likes taste).
When “Thin” goes “Pot” scales lose their smile.
When “more” is fought, life becomes style.
But belly knows feelings that care.
Not all that shows tells all that’s there …
Counting the stars would be easier than
counting the foolishness of my thoughts.
October 31
Halloween
I saw a lot of ghosts last night.
They chatted and howled “Trick or treat!”
One gave my parrot quite a fright
(the scariest sheet on the street).
Were they local or from afar?
Most had a mask to hide their face.
Some painted on a jagged scar.
They came and went at their own pace.
They carried those plastic pumpkins,
with large triangle eyes and nose,
and creepy square-toothed hungry grins,
we all know go with ghostly clothes.
So long ago, and nourished still,
Halloween’s seed we chose to plant.
How may it influence our will?
Does its fruit sour? Does it enchant?
For me, it’s always a pleasure,
to be visited by the young,
to hand them their candy treasure,
to know reaching out has begun.
They are our future. That’s for sure.
Perhaps presidents were greeted.
Foreign policies may mature
just by the way they were “treated”.
But little dreamers continue,
with their pumpkins overflowing.
Far beyond their mother’s curfew,
on their fears, bad dreams are growing.
They’ll need a “demon-queller” now,
with invincible attitude.
One that, no doubt, God would allow,
to shield against the rude and crude.
Will generations still embrace
this fear-filled echo from the past?
Will ghosts co-pilot us in space?
How long do nightmares really last?
But are we ready for such talk?
Most like a good scare now and then.
We take our pumpkins for a walk,
and live it all over again.
It looks like scary’s here to stay,
but frightful’s not our only art,
for Man cares more than scares today,
and valentines remind of heart.
May you have more hugs than there are sunsets, and
more kisses than there are stars.
November 1
Message To Myself
Where did it go, that youth we knew:
that always glow (never die view)?
Along the way it touched Man’s “Night”,
then had to pay for lack of Light.
Many go mad from “Night-Appeal”.
Godless wears sad (their “take” on real).
The Wise well teach make life worthwhile:
within our reach there is a smile.
Make heart your star. Wish well and win.
It’s not that far from smile to grin.
Joyful labor knows how to smile.
November 2
I Forgot Talk
I could just say I was drunk,
but then I do not drink.
I choose not to lie,
or from my duties shrink.
It was on my calendar,
My “fridge” spoke loud and clear,
but I fell asleep,
and dreams became more dear.
That note on my door-way-out,
declared that I was late.
In my distraction,
I well forgot my “date”.
They say “High-Tech” may just help
to keep a focused day.
Yet data entry
was never my forte.
Seventy-six excuses
so quickly came to mind.
My “Age-Card” I play,
when memory’s unkind.
I may well be “loosing-It”:
(maybe it’s now not there).
It could be Karma,
where Time and I don’t share.
Perhaps it’s my “Smile-Story”,
where forgot’s just a stage,
far beyond hoary,
to charm my new, old age.
History records more foolishness than wisdom.
November 3
Message To Myself
Truth is often denied.
Delusions well prevail.
Man’s smart seems misapplied,
and Good ends up in jail.
Perhaps some call it fate,
yet fate negates Man-cause,
that ignorance and hate,
which seeds our future flaws.
We blame. Yet can’t discern:
(those causes set in past).
Long forgotten, we earn
effects that now aghast.
May searching hearts well find
heart-seeds are future kind…
The un-knowing would have
us make omlettes without eggs.
November 4
Terrible Lizard Talk1
She reaped the Ghost Ranch desert floor.
Pelvic holes and skulls became art,2
But underground yielded much more —
Some dinos had a South West heart.3
Tracking monsters prehistoric,
By those with books and boots and brush,
Is not all that meteoric
(for they are never in a rush).
In the Bahariya they found,
Quite another Egyptian past,
“Dinosaur Heaven”4 in the ground.
(It seems God made those bones to last).
Some are finding footprints in stones.
Could fossil eggs be more rare?
Ten thousand Duck-Billed, dino bones,5
Earth past, for sure, has much to share.
Would the Pedernal6 seem more grand
Through pelvic-hole, by dino told?
Would lily with stone eggs expand
The beauty her paintings unfold?
Did she see that first flash of light?7
Did terrible embryos stir?
Bombs can both dust and wake a site.
Yet search we must. She would concur.
Let us toast the next humerus find.
How far back must the future go?
Let’s find that first humorous mind,
Which strived to set Man’s grin aglow.
Smiley Erectus (there’s a name).
Easy to remember and say,
To make us laugh, if not for fame,
To make Man’s un-smile go away.
Where’s the dig with that fossil smile?
Was it a pole shift rude and crude?
Have its descendants found worthwhile
Their interlude with modern mood?
NOTES:
1 In 1841 R. Owen gave the name Dinosaur meaning terrible lizard.
2 1940-1984 G. O’Keefe at Ghost Ranch in New Mexico (18 mi North of Abiquiu).
3 In 1947 E. Colbert discovered many Coelophysis fossils at Ghost Ranch.
4 In 2001 J. Smith (Univ. of Penn) re-explored Dr. E.S. Von Richenbach’s pre-WW1 find that was later bombed to dust in Egypt during WW2.
5 In 1982 J. Horner, Museum of the Rockies, Bozeman, Montana. Also discovered dinosaur eggs as well as the first dino-embryo ever unearthed.
6 Mountain seen from Ghost ranch. It appeared in O’Keefe’s painting “Pedernal from the ranch” 1956.
7 July 16, 1945, The first Atomic Bomb was dropped on New Mexico, White sands area near the city of Alamogordo.
The secret to quality living is quality thought.
November 5
Seed Thought
The root knew how to drink.
The leaf strived to the sun,
and in a Cosmic blink
Spring green was then begun.
For sure seed coats are dry,
but rain will soften well,
the hardness of our why,
as Beauty weaves its spell.
There Joy from Beauty speaks,
to heart as well as mind:
in Man’s few hours and weeks,
care can become quite kind.
To learn is but to reach:
Beauty has much to teach…
Some, I have found, are truly un-selfish
Human beings. The rest of us,
in our own time, in our own way,
are truly working at it.
November 6
Dim Is Not So Bright
What’s far from “deserving”,
and filled with old-mistakes?
Yes, Man is self-serving:
from “Me-First” flows heart aches.
Some might say, “Just think we”,
but they know not Man’s way.
“Me” and “mine” well agree,
ownership rules the day.
So Dim grows blind to God,
and blames himself dead last.
To this the world will nod,
“Enjoy. Forget the past.”
Yet truth knows what’s not sane,
and lies hide not Man’s pain.
Joy is a spendid companion.
November 7
When Should I Be Joyful?
When good kids are having good fun?
When good adults act like good kids?
When the moon dances with the sun?
When “why” unveils the pyramids?
When rude and crude long to be kind?
When caring’s worth much more than gold?
When far-away stars speak their mind?
When loving-prudence seems not bold?
When smiles reveal a Human glow?
When tolerance and love won’t part?
When the helping hand is not slow?
When my thoughts are well warmed by heart?
When, in the world, should I rejoice?
When I well know joy is my choice…
The real secret of life is found in
real gratitude for the creator.
November 8
The Slaying Of My Foolishness
Sure to find the North Star
the Big Dipper’s a must.
To grow I gaze afar:
for that, in God I trust.
To find my warmth of heart,
all goodness points the way.
The Teacher is the start:
alone will dim my day.
What others say and do
applies not to my goal.
To “mountainize” my view,
I climb within my Soul.
In subtle ways I’m told
beauty is life gone bold.
Fear would have us unjoyful.
Hate would have us ugly.
November 9
From Free-Will To Good-Will
Our world will surely teach
(through sub-plots in our play),
that pain’s within our reach.
We choose our Light of day.
We learn and then we know,
the not-good leads to pain,
but this Light comes quite slow,
and slow challenges sane.
Some invent ways to beat
God’s goal that we perfect.
They strive for Good’s defeat —
quick to doubt (and suspect).
With care all good will find,
that heart well warms the mind.
Beauty, a bridge to God,
is made of joyful stones.
November 10
Thinking About Life (3)
What goes around that comes around?
Who planted my harvest?
Why do I walk this painful ground?
Why am I on this quest?
Who made that “not-right” appealing?
Is every thought a seed?
Does each thought produce a feeling?
Is every seed a deed?
Do aches and hurts lead to respect?
What part does desire play?
Who “designed-in” time to reflect?
Can I “God-tweek” my day?
Is change, for the better, my choice?
What’s necessary to rejoice?
Quality thought dismisses all foolishness.
November 11
Message To Myself (July 24, 2020)
The world would have you sad.
It promotes a hopeless feeling.
They push all kinds of “mad”,
until ugly is appealing.
Anger and fear make dim,
and surely hate turns on your night.
These weapons of the grim
are aimed at heart to snuff your Light.
Breathe joyfully not groan.
Rise far above the daily strife.
Thinking you are alone
means forgetting who gave you life.
Bright futures need bright seeds:
bright seeds make Godly deeds.
Tolerance allows until patience runs out.
November 12
Invention-Talk
Some have clothed and sheltered
(and some have made us bleed).
Puzzles helped (go crossword).
Songs welcomed strings and reed.
Inventions “touched” the arts.
Thank God for loving-skill.
Beauty well warmed their hearts.
May talent clone good-will.
When pausing to reflect,
Ben Franklin comes to mind.
He’s earned our great respect,
by helping Humankind.
Let it ever be taught:
Beauty elevates thought.
To defend the Light is
to be a spiritual warrior.
To attack the Light is
confusion that has metastasized
to insanity.
November 13
Disturbing The Peace
Uncalm, our past has taught,
reveals why Man has fought.
Uncalm’s a peace-not-here:
it’s lost what Soul holds dear.
In “dealing” Calm’s a must:
hot heads soon lose our trust.
Calm is a worthy goal.
It signals self control.
The un-calm well offend:
can that which ails them mend?
Reason’s beyond their reach:
only heart can now teach.
Tender-times slow their pace:
calm waits, with cautious-grace…
If atoms* are mostly empty space,
why are we not transparent?
(*The volume of the hydrogen atom
is 99.99% empty space.)
November 14
Whispers
It’s old as dirt, they say:
conscience battles the Dim.
Two goals to sway our play,
pointing to glad or grim.
Which will you listen to,
that voice urging to good
(sharing a lofty view),
or “Me-First” with selfhood?
Dim’s circle isolates,
convincing you’re alone.
Its pleasures turn to hates.
Each promise hides a groan.
But Light heals Humankind.
(Only heart warms the mind).
What is an atom without motion?
November 15
What Most Desire
Perhaps it is a gift, a time-out from the strife,
a delightful uplift, that adds much warmth to life.
It just can’t be foretold (the if, or when, or why).
It won’t be bought or sold, or mabe to just comply.
Falling in love, they say, is something most desire.
Soul-touching is God’s play, beyond what hopes conspire.
For sure both hearts well flow, those feelings that well glow.
Who put the first electron in orbit?
November 16
The Battle Of The Glow
Charity’s one great price
involves love’s goal to mind
Wisdom’s solemn advice —
to care for Humankind.
But many seek the Dim,
to ever debase Light.
They cheer when they make grim.
Hate is their great delight.
This battle of the glow
is fought in every heart.
Discernment knows the flow,
that heartbeat of God’s art.
It’s subtle and age old,
with choices so well told.
The witholding of truth is like a seed
waiting for water.
November 17
The Grace Of Space
Ancient is not so old.
In light-years we believe.
The warming heart has told:
to ask is to receive.
How high the stratosphere?
How deep is stellar space?
We travel far and near
grateful for God’s sweet grace.
Yet few have found the need
to search where most search not.
Who plants that smiling seed?
Who thinks that joyful thought?
Sure love well sets the goal,
to inner-space and Soul…
Discern it now and feel it right:
the better life is full of Light.
November 18
Sometimes We Get A Glimpse
To make Man, seems immense,
yet You went farther still:
challenging “common sense”,
You gave us all free-will.
Our mis-use You foresaw,
in all our “Me-First” days
Nights pilled flaw upon flaw.
We sowed our many ways.
Your Grace and mercy flow.
Without it, we’d expire.
We pray to feel Your glow,
and ask that You inspire.
May care in-deed be kind.
(May heart well warm the mind).
With our next breath, our gratitude
could rise above our rude and crude.
November 19
Is Life A Bet?
Now Science says it’s chance,
but do we reap and sow?
What’s true about this dance?
How much more must we know?
Desire sure motivates.
Fear thinks dreaded events.
Deep-dislike forms our hates.
Loss in life makes laments.
Joyful feelings say smile.
Warm hearts whisper smart goals.
Positive’s most worthwhile.
Love well touches two Souls.
My money’s on mind-seeds,
and how thoughts sprout to deeds…
Forgiving others is a start,
from there our love well warms our heart.
November 20
Sun Dials Don’t Work In The Dark
Some day we may discern
how thought becomes the deed,
but first there’s much to learn
of why there’s harm and need.
Free-will is the story.
Creation bares its sting.
“Me-First” screams for glory.
“Me-Last” has yet to sing.
The world knows how to dare.
History reads blood-red.
Kindliness comes from care:
where it’s not, there we dread.
Light is our warming tale:
may we well lift the veil.
Non-believers may find it odd,
good character means close to God.
November 21
Joy To The World (Again)
Is our joy strong enough?
Perhaps we need a gym,
to build it up quite tough
(be subtle, slim, and trim).
Is sorrow strong? Some ask.
Does sad have such a sting?
Sad self-creates its task,
to make Mankind not-sing.
This conflict comes with cost.
Sad is a drain on life —
joyful energy lost,
deflates in all such strife.
May the world well rejoice:
(sure it’s the saner choice).
The headlines would have us believe that
the world is 90% tragic and 10% disappointment.
November 22
Seeing Far, Yet Knowing Near
Night is a vast turning away,
a time for scopes to help minds soar,
where planets and their bright pals play,
but hearts have feelings to explore.
They must well lose their daytime tune,
in soft pastels of setting sun,
to sense the magic of the moon,
and know that love, again, has won.
How many lovers gaze toight,
to glimpse what hearts have always known?
Love feels its own warm inner light,
and hears its own warm inner tone.
May all soon see galactic far,
yet know the heart, as Man’s best star…
A joyful thought is a heart warmer.
November 23
How Much “Me-First” Is Smart?
Too much is an extreme.
Too little is the same.
Will enough feed your dream?
Is life a subtle game?
Is your “Whisper” too low?
Does mind mostly outshout?
Conscience wants good to glow.
“Worldly” just wants to doubt.
Godless fuels our not-care,
consumed with “Number-One”.
Asking “too-much” to share
is spoiling all the “fun”.
Balance befriends the sane.
(Loving-prudence is smart).
They lead to far less pain —
those Whispers from the heart…
God also invented happiness.
November 24
On My Un-Blindness
Optic exams, with prescriptions,
helped clear the not-well from my eyes.
Correcting sight imperfections
gave me “focals”, (my Bi’s and Tri’s).
Paused for cataracts to get “ripe”.
Bought an “up-close” so I can read.
Misplaced my “up-close” (a new gripe).
Funny how reading glasses breed.
They sit my nose to set sight free.
One for my pocket. One for car.
Two for my den. For work there’s three.
(Good thing I can well see afar).
In days of old, I’d see un-clear,
fuzzy perhaps (or just quite dim).
Does blindness make life much more dear,
or does its shadow make life grim?
Did they blame God at their “sunset”,
or did their faith carry them through?
I owe science a grateful debt,
for sight, and yes, my point of view…
Is God happy with Mankind,
or is He looking for the next Noah?
November 25
Thanksgiving As Healer
True gratitude is one great sign,
that in Your class room Earth are found
some have progressed to “Yours” not “mine” –
a selfless touch of heart profound.
The rest of us? We’re working through,
and contemplate the how and why.
There are so many points of view,
which grasp and hold our “me” and “my”.
I think You planned it all this way.
Experience will let us know.
Free will’s the method of Your play.
The more we learn the more we glow.
In just a few months, God re-booted
Mankind through an Ark.
November 26
Weather-Reader
Oceans can make for pleasant play,
and make for deadly times of strife.
Any port in a storm, they say.
Safe harbors are a part of life.
Those who “read” the weather were wise.
Now satellites present their “views”.
We see the coming strength and size.
Early warnings will fill the news.
Reading “inner-weather” is rare.
One wrong word, a tempest can brew.
One wrong action can scuttle care.
No satellite can give a clue.
Loving-prudence is Human smart —
a safe harbor for mind (and heart)…
Your greatest education on Earth
is to become a better person.
November 27
Message To Myself
Mankind has been hurting
since free-will pushed desire,
from “mildly” asserting,
to actions filled with fire.
Grabbbing more: getting back —
it keeps our footing “firm”.
Hitting hard became our “knack”.
Memory seems short-term.
History saves the blood,
the revenge and the hate.
Sure tears then make the flood,
to cleanse our “self-made-fate”.
Innocence is the cry,
that “knicked” the vein of life.
Mind-crude sowed heart-awry.
“Reaping” hides well the knife.
My stormy thoughts brew my stormy days.
November 28
You Can Call Me Pot-Belly (2)
I suspect there’s a gene
that signals taste “to fill”.
It programs not “go lean”.
(Pot bellys my born skill).
Peanut butter says smile.
Spagetti makes me grin.
Eating makes life worthwhile.
(Surely it’s not a sin).
I’ve tried to stop, you know:
but “tasty” came “to play”.
Pot-bellies need to show
“pot-genes” must have their way.
My “Thin” may have to wait.
Belly may be my fate.
Photosynthesis: A delicious agreement
between leaf and sun to supply food on Earth.
Did it happen by chance,
or did God not forget we need to eat?
November 29
Is God A Vegetarian?
In two short years I’ll speak
octogenarian.
Now some would call that “peek”
Humanitarian.
Decades don’t make Man smart.
(Reaping “sows” reflection).
Surely not time, but heart
urges to perfection.
The What (or how) we eat,
or style of clothes we wear,
makes us clever (or neat),
but not the King of Care.
Caution makes not “a dud”.
Prudence well keeps us “free”.
Bible says meat not blood.
Discernment is the key.
I think “He” would abstain.
He’s not like us you know.
Spirit dines much more sane.
(Burgers just ain’t His glow).
Some poets can rhyme cute,
but mind (less heart) will fall.
Conjecture’s not astute.
(God may not eat at all).
How often do we remember
that the universe needs our love?
November 30
Message To Myself
The ungrateful forget the sun.
They forget about their next breath.
They know “their” will should well be done.
They ponder not on life and death.
Sure their “Me-First” has loomed quite large,
and the world “owes” them a living.
Egotism adds its surcharge,
unpayable by the giving.
The great secret of gratitude,
in its healing, uplifting role,
eliminates our rude and crude,
and so refines a living-Soul.
May quality thought conquer strife.
(There’s much more to living than life)…
The young need our loving-prudence
not our foolishness.
December 1
Space Santa
Now he came well recommended.
So the future brought him along,
to keep tradition extended,
but mostly that hope fill their song.
Yes they’re going to need his joy,
to grace and fill their data base.
It’s boredom that likes a new toy,
and they must keep busy in space.
But can reindeers out last light-years?
Will darkness of space bring new ways?
Will frozen sleep chill-out their cheers?
Will hearts re-started warm their days?
My guess is that they’ll keep Santa,
Thanksgiving and Valentines too.
They’ll need their holiday banter
that the best of Earth may smile through.
Scopes give us a personal glimpse:
scopes with cameras share
God’s handiwork with Humanity.
December 2
Christmas-Talk (Number 2)
Christmas warms winter cold.
Old-Red-Cheeks makes us smile.
He is a tale well told:
to give is most worthwhile.
His is a cheerful art.
Those toys ever entice.
His “List” is healing-smart.
(Naughty strives to be nice).
He is our snowy-seed,
a promise and a choice,
that teaches love indeed,
and helps Mankind rejoice.
Subtle uplifts to God,
as heart gives mind the nod…
Vanity forgets when its diapers
had to be frequently changed.
December 3
Message To Myself
Can Mankind outrun its shadow?
Can our mirrors well make us wise?
Dim thinking won’t maintain our glow.
Reflections encourage disguise.
Discernment is the way of life.
Every effect must have its cause.
Thwarted desires make human strife. —
(And that’s well known to those who pause.)
Beautiful thoughts are smiles of Soul.
Its laughter is our joyfulness.
Upliftment is a worthy goal.
Virtues create our happiness.
See what exists. Care needs insight.
Mind warmed by heart is God’s delight.
How much deception is left
in the least dishonest person?
December 4
But He Still Likes Cookies And Milk
Some say what’s next is up to you.
Santa can text and email too.
A sleigh mobile with eight reindeer?
Fun is ideal with Christmas near.
Santa’s a geek (laptops to go).
The cute and sleek make North Pole glow.
Santa has Soul (a lovely Light).
Good is the goal, joyful and bright.
World conquering is for the vain.
Attaining honesty is sane.
December 5
Message To Myself
We don’t teach it in schools.
Balance is life’s great art.
Not many know its rules,
and fewer work with heart.
How much is just too-much?
How much is not enough?
Don’t want the Midas touch,
yet dirt-poor is too rough.
Extremes hold only pain.
They start with points of view.
Unkind leads to un-sane.
Let love guide all you do.
Remember thoughts are seeds.
Go plant good deeds not weeds.
Be spirit-smart and don’t forget:
not-love is a mood filled with regret.
Each one sows his own strife.
December 6
Santa Is Forever
If I designed S. Claus,
he’d have a Grateful-List.
This may cause some to pause,
and even to resist.
Much coal would be their fate.
At first they would complain,
but then will contemplate –
the grateful are humane.
Our lack of gratitude
is commonplace I’d say.
You know the ‘altitude’.
It’s heard most every day.
“Well, that’s how it should be!”
(All vanity is blind).
That lack of charity
dishonors Humankind.
To add the glow Man needs,
to see and then to know,
to purify our deeds,
much gratefulness must flow.
The good we want to teach,
for sure we can impart,
for not just kids we reach –
Santa’s a gift of heart.
And he will ride each year,
to warm our winter night,
with all that we hold dear,
to make our future bright.
Wars are discharges of accumulated negativity.
December 7
Santa
Some say that he is flesh and bone,
but surely that’s just malarkey.
He’s more than human stepping stone
for consumer hierarchy.
Santa’s an itch that must be scratched –
a thought that satisfies the mind,
where giving and prudence are matched,
with mistletoe for all Mankind.
Santa’s a gift we pass along,
for future’s children to discern,
why in story, poem and song,
love is the treasure all must earn.
We’re always “reaping”,
because we’re always sowing.
December 8
Santa Can Get Subtle
Here’s a sure bet. It’s how we live.
Just what we get is what we give.
Then some we keep, and some we owe,
for “What we reap, is what we sow.”
It’s more concrete when good’s the goal.
We face defeat with lumps of coal.
Stuff our stockings ourselves we do,
with all those things from points of view.
Feelings of fear will lead to pain.
Don’t shed a tear from loss of gain.
The way of heart is happiness.
The way we start is wanting less.
May our thoughts become less
“human” and more “humane”.
December 9
Santa’s Made Of Stardust
Santa’s made of stardust,
as sure as reindeers fly.
His sleigh is made of trust.
His joy can fill the sky.
To get on to his list
be good beyond the day.
It’s easy to be missed,
when love has lost its way.
Each care that flows and glows
ends up in Santa’s bag.
Be glad old red-cheeks knows
the rest’s not worth a wag.
Smile, grin and laugh — no matter what (or who)…
December 10
The Gift Of Santa
Santa’s for us adults,
to teach our kids the way.
To get the best results,
put joyfulness in play.
First tune into the mood,
then decorate with ease.
Buy presents and fine food.
Good hearts desire to please.
All this may give one pause,
to thank such thoughtfulness,
so grateful that old Claus
brings us such happiness.
As children do we learn
Santa gives us pleasure.
As parents we discern
Santa is the treasure.
Patiently explore tolerance.
Such calmness is healing.
December 11
Our Claus Immitation
Sure Santa is a tool
to get kids to be good,
and care’s our subtle school,
where most could, if they would.
Yes, it’s no easy light.
Love is part forgiving.
In heart most know what’s right.
Part of good is giving.
Beyond Chimneys and sleighs,
a North Pole, joyful smile
can uplift our down days,
and feel the life worthwhile.
Caring’s our Santa-key.
Life is far more than “ME”.
To become a good person takes self discipline:
to maintain it takes grit.
December 12
Santa-Talk (Number 3)
Sure Old-Red-Cheeks is human smart.
with magic sleigh and toys.
He is a warming of our heart,
and decorates our joys.
Christmas is for kids (young and old).
That’s what the wise would say.
Sure mistletoe lets shy be bold:
caring hearts feel their way.
Presents are kindness wrapped and bowed.
They bring feelings worthwhile.
Perhaps Earth is the heart’s toll road,
where love teaches to smile.
Santa embraces human needs —
cheerful, with loving deeds.
Intolerance is a dangerous travelling companion.
December 13
Santa’s Success
Santa’s success down to this day,
brings happiness in bag and sleigh.
He’s meant, for sure, to harmonize.
Good thoughts endure. Caring is wise.
Winter delight (ever so near),
we need your light this time of year.
Make the world glad. Giving is great.
Remind the bad, it’s not too late.
Diamonds are made from lumps of coal.
The heart will aid. Good will’s the goal.
Suit-up old friend. Ready your team.
Feelings transcend. Young sleepers dream …
I am just as responsible for
my love as for my lack of it.
December 14
Secret Santa Stuff
Well here’s a Santa twist.
Grown-up givers will find
they’re now on Santa’s list
as helpers of Mankind.
What to give a giver
is not so light a chore.
What could he deliver
that givers give much more.
It must fit in the sleigh.
Of that there is no doubt.
It must show Man the way
(within and then without).
A special ring might do
to indicate the goal,
to show love’s point of view,
when warmed to life by Soul.
That symbol must conceal
the inner works of God,
and yet it should reveal
what virtue would applaud.
It must bring joy on sight
(a gift for all lifetime).
To have it is delight.
To feel it is sublime.
It must remind which fire
forges the giver’s art,
that purified desire
which elevates the heart.
My caring is a step beyond my “Me-First”.
December 15
Santa-Talk (Number 1)
There lives in every heart
a striving to be good.
Prudence makes this an art
as every grown-up should.
We clothe it in bright red,
for all the world to see.
Let no one be misled,
this gift of love is free.
The metaphor won’t last.
The young outgrow the play,
then comes a seed from past
to help us find our way.
Perhaps we oversold
to give it child appeal.
We asked them to uphold
that fantasy was real.
Some say good intentions
out weigh the flaws of mind.
Foresight with inventions
may help to heal Mankind.
To some this may sound strange.
Santa will live I know.
The name and play may change,
but we’ll still feel the glow.
There lives in every heart
a striving to be good.
Prudence makes this an art,
as every grown-up should.
Choices which lead to the dim side
of life produce much pain.
December 16
The Santa-Survey
The Survey’s in. Here’s the results.
There is a Santa for adults.
The sample size may give a start
(each Human mind with grown-up heart).
Perhaps it shows a subtle trend,
that few experts could comprehend,
that in-between hope and daydream
old Red-Cheeks rose in our esteem.
But standard-deviation showed,
it wasn’t every heart that glowed.
There were a few who thought it rude,
that we should test for attitude.
Their Santa-sleigh has run aground
(in-gratitude is not profound).
The median desired success,
yet all are seeking happiness.
Statistics show a rise in care
(and they said love can’t learn to share).
It’s clear when plotted on a curve,
what we respect, we then preserve.
The secret Santa’s always taught
hides in the quality of thought,
from there good-will spreads far and wide,
and guarantees a smoother ride.
The goal of joyous-patience awaits us all.
December 17
Santa In The Attic
Sure that’s Santa in the attic,
about to play at old Saint Nick.
But as he donned his bright red cap,
soon nods and yawns gave way to nap.
He traveled far in inner-space
to find his secret data-base.
Then with green-bound book of glory,
Santa learned his hidden story.
Not for children I tell this tale.
Who knows what portion might prevail.
Now catch my drift as best you can.
First Santa was an Irishman.
His saintly mother named him John.
He was, in fact, a leprechaun.
He grew to know that magic art,
which understands the human heart.
A vow he made to help Mankind.
A thought he planted in our mind,
that in the coldest time of year,
we’d bring a gift to those quite dear.
But he was smart, as smart can be.
He knew Man loved a mystery.
So weave he did, in threads of gold,
a legend that’s forever told,
Of little helpers at North Pole,
who work for love, our greatest goal.
Now Santa’s learned who Santa is,
not plumber or computer whiz,
but kindest echo of the scheme
of one small heart with one great dream.
Now make your list and plan for fun,
the suit will fit most everyone.
Some seriously suppose they can
be happy without honesty.
December 18
Santa’s Secret
Now Santa works full time
To make Christmas a “wrap”.
His journey is sublime,
(but not without a nap).
To get him through the night
A dream or two will find,
That right amount of light
To decorate Man’s mind.
Joyful he works his art,
To help us navigate
Our way into his heart,
That we may celebrate.
Un-joyful labor is a formula for an un-joyful life.
December 19
My Santa Reflection
May Santa lose a pound or two,
and make more room for toys.
May we expand our point of view,
and multiply our joys.
“Naughty and nice” may seem cliché,
yet seeds do grow and bloom.
May all our deeds get his OK.
Let not our weeds consume.
May we discern each selfish scheme,
that we may truly know,
which feelings lead to pain extreme,
and which will make us glow.
May holidays be merciful
to wallets everywhere.
May thoughts be kind and beautiful
(heart gifts from those who care).
For some death is a period,
for some it is a comma.
December 20
Letter To Santa From A Senior Citizen
This is not a request,
nor is it a demand.
I know you’ll do your best
and try to understand.
You deal in attitude
(reward the good not bad).
You have my gratitude.
You saved a world gone mad.
You provide a safe place
for little ones to store
(with bearded happy face)
their hopes forever more.
Now, when they worldly grow
to feel the “me-first” heat,
they’ll catch a glimpse (or glow)
when fellow “Clausers” meet.
To me it all makes sense
(and shows about your time)
you make us all less tense,
while joy becomes sublime.
The beauty of “the Claus”
is much alive in me,
and I am well because
the hope I saved runs free.
The experienced traveller knows
which off ramps are non-beneficial.
December 21
The Christmas Of My Heart
I took a chance (that Christmas of my heart)
and changed my dance to Your more graceful art.
And since that day my gratitude has grown.
In every way I know I’m not alone.
Make your next thought one of happiness.
December 22
Joy To The World
We won’t outgrow our mistletoe,
or stow away on Santa’s sleigh.
The world will know, by candle glow,
what we convey, this holiday.
“All systems go!” Bravo! Bravo!
Let us obey our hearts today.
Let’s overthrow our thoughts so-low.
Let all who pray, in their own way,
ask God to show, how love may flow,
throughout our day, in work and play.
May we bestow our best rainbow.
May we portray without delay,
an overflow of warm hello,
as resume of joy’s display.
(They ever-grow, these seeds we sow.)
Why did God include dreams?
December 23
Message To Myself
One third of life is sleep,
where ugly has its schemes,
and joy will never weep.
Desire scripts well our dreams.
Consequence trails each thought.
Sure beauty’s the smart choice.
Nightmares have always taught,
with beauty we rejoice.
It seems, beyond all doubt,
good nights combine with light.
What goes in must come out.
Write your play with delight.
The greatest adventure of Man is to know himself.
December 24
Message To Myself
Don’t let the news say when to smile.
Not all world views make life worthwhile.
Love gives insight to this Earth-play.
Find that delight, which makes your day.
Choose to transcend the rude and crude.
Heart recommends more gratitude.
Being poor is an education in humility.
December 25
My New Year’s Resolution
With peace of mind, and no deceit,
I will be kind to all I meet.
Oh yes, (I know), “Some just won’t care
what seed I sow or oath I swear.
They’re mean clear through, and not the same
as me and you. We’re right to blame.”
Yet, let me say – not their heartache
drives me this way, but my mistake.
It took a while to think with heart,
to love and smile. (This is my start).
With peace of mind, and no deceit,
I will be kind to all I meet.
Life is harder when we’re not heart-smart.
December 26
Start Each New Year With A Kiss
Christmas is a warming,
where giving’s common place,
where carols help hearts sing,
and families embrace.
Cute little elves are seen
working with great delight.
Color it red and green.
Make it shiny and bright.
I think, beyond a doubt,
Joe Santa made a deal –
a great Cosmic time out,
where love becomes quite real.
Now all that is not nice
we gave up with a nod –
a yearly sacrifice,
That brought the smile of God.
New Years resolutions
Remind us to be true,
to heart felt solutions
with kinder points of view.
We have little problem with
getting serious when taking offense.
December 27
New Year’s Resolutions
Time to uplift, to change our ways,
to make a gift, for all our days.
Each flaw that’s gone helps all rejoice.
Our “taking-on” well warms our choice.
With greater light replace the dim.
Smile and be bright. De-frown the grim.
Make it be known: Mankind has grown…
Vote for the good of Humanity.
December 28
My New Year’s Resolution (January 1, 2009)
For sure I’ll eat much less.
One day per week, I’ll fast.
For sure I’ll cause less stress.
This time my weight won’t last.
I’m far beyond sweet themes.
It’s time to trim extremes.
t takes revolution
to end my heavy days.”
(Any resolution
to change my eating ways.)
Whence comes those sliming schemes?
(Where else but thinning dreams?)
The heart is a sacred place:
(wash before wishing).
December 29
A Toast For A Happy New year
Let joy prevail to fill all space.
Let love unveil the human race.
Let it here end – all bitterness
that may offend or cause distress.
Let’s persevere an attitude
that greets the year with gratitude.
Let it here start, in a sound mind
and a warm heart that loves Mankind.
Let joy prevail to fill all space.
Let love unveil the human race.
Why did God include regret?
December 30
Message To Myself
Ocean is mood. Calm at low tide,
It can be rude with wind applied.
Let us confess (perhaps just share),
Man makes a mess for want of care.
When wills collide a joyful wave
may soon subside to form a grave.
Love ebbs and flows both near and far.
History knows the way we are.
And in this play of Man apart,
some hear the way whispered by heart.
Perhaps we should be like the birds at dawn,
that serenade the coming light with their song.
December 31
December 31st
Earth speaks:
“Unruly lot, and yet love-born.
Many’s the plot their tears will morn.”
Sun replies:
“Love is their key. They’re not “that” bad,
but I agree, they’ll drive us mad.”
Earth:
“Hey! A new toy might do the trick.
One that brings joy not rhetoric.”
Sun:
“Non-explosive. Something useful,
that lets life live. Yes, beautiful!”
Earth:
“That’s a tough one. They bore so fast.
They don’t find fun in things that last.”
Sun:
“How about this! – A special day,
a special kiss. What do you say?”
Earth:
“That sounds just right. Let’s add some cheer,
then celebrate a great New Year!”
When will caring not be confused with preference?