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

The Source

'Tween the

solid and the mist,

'tween the

rock and the dream,

my watch keeps time,

but my soul counts eternity.

No victim am I,

no blame to world or

or god.

I reach deep into

the quantum for

forgiveness and solace,

for truth and inspiration,

mining its translucent gold

to adorn a world

greyed by the bellicose

and dull-witted.

agd - Day 3

Fleeting

Today is a day

of revelation.

This moment dazzles the mind.

But in even a few hours

the letters once

standing tall

and full of sense

will topple

and lie lifeless

on the fading page.

agd - inspired by P.M.

September Morn

September morn,

dimmed by gray

and silent mist today.

Another day born

to revel in and

wonder in blissful play.

Let us not forlorn

the words misspoken

or the promises broken.

September morn

awaits the sun

to coax the clouds away.

agd

Thanks

I may not have a wealth

of knowledge or skills.

I many not have accomplished

great things and have renown.

I may not have loved with passion.

But I know.

I know I AM,

and thus

abundance,

forgiveness,

love,

healing,

salvation.

Selah

Yard Crawl

Did the Rt. 11 Yard Crawl Saturday. I was able to set up on the porch of Wayside Inn, Middletown, Va. I still can't believe all the stuff I still have. Where did it all come from?? Anyhow, I did pretty well. Extras which did not sell are going to Good Will. I can't keep these things any longer. It's a chore trying to disencumber myself from accumulated stuff. Yes, they remind me of elements of my life, periods of my life, my current interests to express the creative impressions which flow through this mind. But enough is too much. So, slowly, I intend to "clean house." I don't think I could stand to do another yard sale. Do I still have stuff? Yes.

BTW - anyone interested in sheet music? I have a ton of music books I will never look at, but which budding musicians might use.