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.

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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.

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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