Never alone

I had my '04 Forester serviced Friday  oil change. They were renovating the dealership, so I went to the Firefly Cafe in Kernstown - lovely place.

Waiting for Suby,

sitting in Firefly,

lunch crowd thinning,

passing the time,

lonely forms

at lonely tables,

listening to the top 40…

haven't since…..

Savoring a cappuccino,

waiting for Suby's

therapist to call

(getting fluids renewed),

passing the time,

could be home,

passing the time,

a lone form

in a lone chair,

though never alone.

These molecules

which touch me,

which I touch today

once kissed an Asian wet nurse,

a Capuchin friar,

a Cistercian nun,

Buddha's ass,

a monkey's filthy paw.

I am Jesus.

You are, too.

I am contrived of atoms

that once formed the shit

of dinosaurs,

of spermatozoa swimming vaginal canals

dying before reaching a goal only God knew existed.

Constant transformation,

eternal flux is this world,

mutating,

transmogrifying,

morphing continually

into a future only God

can dream of.

All is as it should be.
Oh, please,
Fuck ethics.

Day 30

'Tis Autumn

Trailing vines of

yellow-orange orbs,

a field of future jack-o-lanterns

and pumpkin pies,

spiced just right

to tempt the nostril

and please the tongue.

'Tis Autumn,

the Fall of the year,

harvest time,

canning time,

apple butter

and corn teepees,

cool turning cold,

frosted vines,

piles of tree hair

blown about by crisp winds.

'Tis Autumn,

Nature's time to rest.

And we should do the same!

Day 29

Signs

Scurries the auburn,

many-footed furball

seeking a safe nest,

lest winter's angry breath

crushes its life,

sucking out its portion of chi.

Humans wrap and cover,

animals hibernate,

insects hide in places unseen,

'til Spring's longer rays

wake them,

warm them into

a newer season of Life.

Cooler breezes,

duller greens,

brighter hues of

fire and sun,

showering leaves of gold

and loamy browns

whisper to all:

"Make ready your rest,

guard your slumber,

and may it be a gentle night."

Day 28

New Shoes

Late September morn,
More like August haze
Clear sky and pulsing star
Beating heat upon my brow.
A good walk, 
A soothing pedi,
Waiting for Suby's new shoes.

Day 27

Be Watchful

What a wonderful world!

Full of beauty and inspiration

in art, science, music,

rife with invention.

Yet the biggest egos

yell the loudest

causing the rifts

and cultural shifts,

shock the heart

and numb the mind,

staining the day

with splatters of gray.

What will come?

What will come?

The games they play

for egos sated,

drag the rest of us

into the fray, weighted

with fright.

Lost lives,

wonders never invented,

poems never written,

songs never heard,

culture is smitten

with stupid hate games.

What will come?

What will come?

Be attentive, my friend.
Be attentive!

Day 26

Renewal

Slowly creeping dark,

deepening the night

as chi of plant and vine

conserves and regresses,

leafing the mount

with rainbow hues

that whisper "Rest," and warn us

of our own need to retreat

and recoup from the

summer's jaunts.

One day a week,

one season a year

given time to reflect,

to refuel, to replenish,

to reinvent oneself

and step forward

renewed, revived,

refreshed, improved,

to venture madly into

a new Moon's Day

or another Spring.

Day 25

Boys Will Be Boys

Is it time to revisit

the drills of my childhood?

--Siron --Alert!

Get under the desk!

A lot THAT will do

to protect my neck!

You boys need to stop

your stupid antics.

You are angry children,

unloved, ego-driven,

bullying the world around you

with childish names

and fearful games.

Neither of you are worthy

of the leadership you've assumed.

How did that happen, anyway?

Who gave them such power?

Well, you did, folks. You did.

Some would say,

"Boys will be boys!"

But that just allows

the bullying to continue

trashing with so much

empty noise.

You both need a 

smack in the head!

So rise up and relieve them,

put them in a corner,

and find wise,

compassionate leaders

who are not angry children,

but adults who know

how to imbue the Common Life

with the Tao of Peace.

Day 24

Planet X

Aligned stars and planets

today foretell a foreboding,

as most signs must.

But should it hold

any truth,

what more could we do

than pull up a chair,

pour a glass of spiced wine,

light a fresh joint

and enjoy the show?

Mazel Tov.

Day 23

Happy Fall!

Driving down the lane,

the scene begins to change,

each day anew,

colors changing hue.

The greens a bit duller,

but yellows bright,

reds burning,

and bright orange lights.

Fewer leaves,

and more sky

trees shower their golden leaves

as I drive by.

Tis Autumn, the season when fall

the trees' lungs and tongues,

a season to attest

to the coming of winter's rest.

Good rest, my brethren,

may the chill not destroy

but revive your hearts,

so that, come Spring

you will employ
a new season with joy.

Day 22

On the March

On the march,

stinkbugs and spiders

seeking the warmth

of home and hearth.

But, one by one,

I enforce their eviction,

a few less surprises

when Spring arises.

What a wonderful world.

Day 21

Fairness

As the air cools,

and short become the days,

as the colors of nature change,

and fly away the jays,

We harvest all the fruit

and store them for the cold

days of winter coming,

as in seasons have of old.

Be thankful for the pantry,

able to feed and nourish

heart and soul thru winter,

so we would not perish.

And pray for those without,

and help the millions starving

when we trash out-of-dates

and find our choices alarming.

Fairness is an illusion,

Life's joys sporadic,

maybe it's better not to know.

Just pass the haddock……

please.

Day 20

Portents

Pent up with words

I penned a poem

pressing the possibility

of prognosticated dreams.

Not pleasing to all,

these premonitions

of demise.

Not placating,

not petting the mind, as

"There, there, my pet."

Portents pernicious,

testing my patience,

pirating my peace.

Yet, I put it all aside,

preparing the path

to perform and pace

through another perfect day.

Day 19

Fringes

On the fringes of mind

buzz prophecies once told,

a virgin in the sky giving birth,

Jupiter moving out of Virgo?

Then a new body,

but old, passing across the sun,

disrupting those lifeless rocks

like a game of marbles,

sending a shower of fire.

Could be?

Could be.

9.23.2017 - The beginning.

Day 18

Speak Silence, Please.

 I heard a renowned writer say:

"I speak silence better than

English or Spanish."

From the silence

come words of wisdom,

a sense of wonder,

and invention.

How vast this universe alone.

How infinite its

manifestations.

And all arise from

the silence which

flows like a river

beneath the surface

of everything.

You look upon my face,

and you judge.

I unlatch your outerness,

and love sees love

and smiles,

and our speech

is ought but silence.

Play Time?

On the golden shore

she plays with water and sand.

No thoughts of before,

no thoughts now demand

while the miracle of life

plays its symphony,

even amidst contrived strife

and ego'd infamy.

Tis a joy,

Tis a mystery,

plans to employ,

creating new history.

Play, child, and revel now,

your time is nigh

to dance and sing and help somehow

to harmonize and deify.

Day 16

Tails and Claws

Tails and claws,

hairballs and mauls,

a kitty's day is full and tiring.

But so admiring,

to be self-cleaning

and self-healing,

mysterious

and sometimes delirious.

A quiet companion

who knows you

and shows you

affection when needed,

and warnings to be heeded.

A snuggle,

a buggle,

a paw in the face,

a hop with grace,

no words aloud,

but in the cloud

commune the hearts

of friends.

Day 15

Cycles of TIme

As the days shorten

and the air cools,

it's time to rake the leaves

and close the pools (for some).

Insects begin to burrow,

animals prepare a nest,

snow is coming

or freezing air at best.

(Who knows?)

It's a time for respite,

for reflection

and recuperation.

Warm fires, hot soups

and blankets help us

thru the duration.

Another cycle of time continues

as the hair thins

and the spirit renews.

Day 14

Jose, Can't You Sea?

Irma left in a huff,

thither and yon,

and spent herself in tears.

Jose runs in a circle, lost,

til he finds her trail

and follows.

What will be the cost?

It's Always Somethin'

As Roseanna Rosanadana's Nana

used to say:

"It's always somethin'.

If it's not one thing, it's another,

but it's always somethin'."

RMSF gave rise to PMR:

Polymyalgia Rheumatica.

Go figure.

It's always somethin'.

Irma

I married the wind

and danced across the blue sea,

but none welcomed me.

A Time To Remember

In the late 60s I lived in New Jersey. I painted the New York skyline with the brand new World Trade Center Towers - so impressive a sight. But then I framed the view with flames. Premonition?

Today we remember ---

the victims,

the perpetrators,

the heroes,

the trauma of that day

and its aftermath.

It's hard to forget,

even harder to forgive,

but that is what will heal.

For as little as we can do

to right the injustice,

God alone knows every heart,

and God alone can heal

the wounds and mete out karma.

What goes around, comes around.

Be vigilant,

practice compassion,

practice forgiveness,

move on.

Today's Pain

I want to write about...

joyfulness,

wonder,

and hope,

but today I cope

with the pain,

such a drain.

No sympathies do I seek,

but I must express

the distress

of bodily functions gone awry.

Not alone am I, of course,

but I cannot divorce

myself  from Brother Body

while awake,

there's no break,

save in the Secret Garden

where through breath and mantra

there's no body, no pain.

Blessed with this sacred respite,

I shan't go insane.

Wind

A cool breeze in summer,

a warm wisp in Spring.

Wind can be coy,

and wind can destroy.

Mother's clearing the land

for greater things.

Pay attention!

agd 9.9.17 Day 9

National '&' Day

Blue skies & cool airs --

September morn

all over again.

Yet, hurricanes & fires,

earthquakes & terrorists

shatter  the blue skies

& smog the cool airs.

Even my inner landscape

is darkened & thick with smoke.

Prayer & Breath,

my only respite,

as the One True Sun

burns away the dross.

Faithfulness

The sun gleams,

the earth spins,

and the moon,

enamored with Gaia,

cannot bear to shift

her tantric gaze

from the splendor of Terra:

nary a blink.

But has she ever seen the sun?

Has she?

One glance at Sol,

and Luna would be

bewitched by his light,

and Gaia would die

from a broken heart.

agd

The Secret Garden

Deep within

there is a place

where neither time

nor space, nor event,

nor illness can touch.

There, is the heaven

we all long for.

carried within us all the time,

that seemingly

Secret Garden,

never closed,

always an open portal

awaiting our homecoming.

(The Kingdom of God is within you.)

Always connected to the Source.

Through prayer

and focused breath,

one step at a time

I enter into the quantum pool

til immersed fully,

I breathe that sweet,

lustrous element anew

and remember:

I AM.

agd

Labor of Love

I make the bed,

brew the coffee,

wash the clothes,

feed the cats,

prepare a class,

write a poem,

sketch a drawing,

mow the grass,

cook a meal,

play the harp.

Whether for me

or for others,

each action

is work.

A work to complete

a life edged

with wonder and

responsibility.

Responding to the moment

is the key to success.

And no matter if

befallen by challenges

(and there will be challenges),

it is still all a

Labor of Love.

agd