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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Tell Me a Story

Warm, moist, August morn,
the beating sun
revealing Life:
Three caterpillars,
two ginger,
one white -
Is there a story?

agd

Tell Me a Story

Warm, moist, August morn,
the beating sun
revealing Life:
Three caterpillars,
two ginger,
one white -
Is there a story?

agd

Why Bother?

Many say:
"I don't watch the news.
It's too depressing."
Yes, it can be.
The creative violence
of humanity's darkness hurts,
and it pains me, too.
I cry and wonder why, too.
My heart breaks
for the pains of the world.
So why do I bother at all?
Why do I want to know about it?

Because we are all connected:
The Korean who is killed
for her political views.
The Swede born at high noon.
The Italian suffering
the aftermath of a quake.
The joy of newlyweds in Ohio.
Even the likes of a Trump.
or a Gandhi,
or a Putin,
or a Cuello,
or Papa Fran,
or a fox,
or Fiona the cat.
We are ALL connected.
I feel them,
I feel for them.
I watch and listen because
I want to know.
I watch and listen
so I can reach out -
in prayer,
to console,
to commend,
to praise,
to heal.

agd

Monday, August 29, 2016

So Many Words

I am grateful
for the company
of the raido,
faceless voices
relating, arguing,
emoting, judging,
singing, laughing.

I know, too,
if I shut off the radio,
silence the TV,
muffle the music,
stop the ticking clock…
I have words to write.
So many words
pouring through
this filter named Allen G. Dec.
(Only one channel of so many)

It is a constant flow,
like the music,
or like like the blaring tinnitus
in the never-present silence.

So many words
pouring through me,
cataracts of letters
tumbling, with no ethic,
no morals, no judgements, none,
but coalescing into a torrent
of ideas and inspirations,
images and forms
-- meant for the world?
-- or just for me?
And will the world be any less
if I, me, do not press
graphite to pulp,
if I, me, do not speak it in public,
if Allen doesn’t tweet or publish?

Some things are meant
to be seen and heard by all,
and some are not,
but all and everything co-exists
in the Heart and Mind of the Beloved.

Live in that Heart, and enjoy.

agd

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Duped

I know this is not paradise -
far from it.
Every second in this flesh
is a struggle for survival.

Yet we are seeded with hope,
hope for a life of peace and pleasure,
to wonder and experience,
fulfilling purpose and promise,
working to preserve and honor,
playing Vishnu,
all the while in the midst
of the darkness of Shiva
breaking down and destroying
so Brahma can rebuild,
and Vishnu …. etc.

An endless cycle it is.
A beautiful, stunning Life it is.
"We" are caught in the spiral of Time,
and believe it. Don't.
We've been duped.
How did we forget?
Why do we want to believe?

Bueno, it's part of my program,
my DNA, to believe
in the integrity of
my individual being,
to observe and report
from my center of the universe.

And though I am one,


I AM - ONE.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Salt

From the shadows
of depression,
tears stream down
my forehead,
blurring my vision,
flowing over my dry lips,
quenching my thirst
for being.

But even a tear of pain or sadness
contains the spice
which enhances,
gives flavor,
satisifies.

Hidden in every challenge
the quarks of being blaze,
illumining one step
striding into the next.

Hidden behind the smiling mask,
within the universe of dark matter
beats a glowing star,
the blazing soul.
Here is our only safety,
our real salvation.


Rest in the glow.

agd

Friday, August 19, 2016

The Only Law You Need To Follow

Gospel Mt 22:34-40

When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees,
they gathered together, and one of them,
a scholar of the law, tested him by asking,
“Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?”
He said to him,
“You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart,
with all your soul, and with all your mind.
This is the greatest and the first commandment.
The second is like it:
You shall love your neighbor as yourself.
The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments.”

Monday, August 1, 2016

Cross That Line

"CROSS THAT LINE" by Naomi Shihab Nye

Paul Robeson stood
on the northern border
of the USA
and sang into Canada
where a vast audience
sat on folding chairs
waiting to hear him.

He sang into Canada.
His voice left the USA
when his body was
not allowed to cross
that line.

Remind us again,
brave friend.
What countries may we
sing into?
What lines should we all
be crossing?
What songs travel toward us
from far away
to deepen our days?