Yeah
I agree big buddy
the world has become confusing
with the planet’s ecology teetering
the constantly evolving global pandemic
the brutal war in Ukraine
the near insurrection in the US
women’s rights under attack again
insane gasoline prices rearing up
economic struggles everywhere
major corporations imploding
and
Marvel’s standard of excellence
slipping — badly
it’s all such bad news
almost un-bear-able
ah c’mon
quit yer growling big guy
I was just being pun-ny
~ Standing free in one’s own space, opening outward to all possibilities, entrapped by none of them, feeling the universal flow of the essence of each. We are all beams of light, shot through the universe, seeking not conclusion, but rather, the energy of flow. As often is said — it isn’t the destination, it is the journey. ~
Seek not the pompous
swelled with false confidence
dispensing the formulas of bliss
condemning you as the un-visioned
while fleecing you of your hard begotten
follow not the kings and queens of mammon
who worship the bottom line
desiring the upper hand
who would despoil the world and all it offers
as their playground of gratification
suffer not the priests and priestesses
who would say that only they have heard
and in so saying would dictate your thoughts
and direct your deeds
to conform to this truth of the god in their pocket
do not be cowered by the iron hand
of the bullet-brained who march in step
to crush under boot the will of any who will not queue
into the line that they have deemed
leads to the only way that life must be
do not be swayed by those who — “know”…
possessed of absolutely no uncertainty
knowing sure that what they know is what is
and in their infallible knowledge
know that what they know
is
was
and will ever be
resist demands
shun peer pressures
follow neither this singular voice
for I am not the source
not the be all
I too am but a searcher
instead — free your mind
gather with those who do not“know”
find the curious and the uncertain
those still filled with wonder
drawn to unfolding discovery
who embrace the constancy of learning
change
and growth
always stepping onward
but stepping lightly
alert to lift
and re-step
enlightened
it is they who will traverse this evolving world
this ever expanding universe of possibility
fashioning it as a fair
brighter
and better place
This is the summer of the soul. A time of serious contemplation, and a time of great joy! This is a solemn Summer Solstice, scarred with wounds, yet so rich with possibility. A time to shout, voices raised in happiness, voices raised in insistence — every voice full, every shout to be heard, every song sung full throat! A bright and golden time for change, a time for moving forward. A time to warm our hearts in the sun of a brand new day. Not to forget the struggles, but to use them as a clearing to a shining tomorrow. A time to believe.
Yes, there may be wafts of smoke in the trees, but also carried on the breeze, are the songs of birds, the aroma of flowers, of the rich soil of the earth, of the grasses, leaves, and conifer needles — the fragrance’s of new birth, the heady intoxication of new dreams. This is the true bouquet of summer. Let this Summer Solstice mark an honest effort to make all the dreams a reality! For the summer sun shines on everyone. May each experience be one of warmth and rejuvenation.
may this summer’s winds
carry dreams of tomorrow
fragrant with new hope
The broken shutter
swung ungainly askew
in a sad sag
thumping ugly
with an awkward thunkity-thunk
walloping
with a wind-driven wack-bang
and troubling
thud-thud bothersome bumping
splitting to splinter
the withered and splayed
dry-rotted
paint-flaked weather sill
buckling the loose-hinged
unevenly-hung
smashed and fragmented
sash
ripping the frayed
burnt-orange-framed
window screen
clean out
from its tenuously silicon-sealed
stainless steel seating
busted
battered
and torn
opening unobstructed access
and egress
for the threateningly massed
and ominously subtle
ear-piercing
high-pitched
whiningly whirry-like
buzzing
mosquito swarm
Down to darkness I descend
as the hand of grief extends
horror called me to this door
words of sorrow stain my lips
slip through my fingertips
scatter ‘cross the cellar floor
the black depth hides my tears
I am haunted — filled with fears
my spirit broken evermore
dark waves of misery
are rising like the sea
I am stranded on the shore
I am lost — I am alone
confusion grips me to the bone
terror chills me to my core
something wails my name
I have finally gone insane
it is the end for me I’m sure
is this really what it seems
or has this all been just a dream
but again I hear the roar
I pray I’ve been asleep
in a dream-state dark and deep
please — let my eyes soon open
let this nightmare spell be broken
and a new sun rise once more
if not — god’s mercy I implore
