Mindful May

So much din,

voices tumbling

over one another,

no rest, no peace,

wrestling for attention,

to be heard.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Today, peace is spent,

air thick with dark thoughts,

challenging urges,

outbursts and inbursts

disrupting any calm,

MY calm!

The black hole beckons,

and all are blinded but me.

Tomorrow peace returns,

and nary a voice,

nary a cloud

plays havoc with

the day, until…..

back and forth,

sunny one day,

stormy the next.

Such is the pain,

a variety of human sanities.

No norm ought be cast

in stone or em,

no judgment made

for comparisons.

Each searches for meaning,

to understand the Why.

But still, even for these,

as for us all,

Love conquers.

agd

Who's Listening?

Who really listens to

Buddha or Jesus,

Lao Tzu or Krishna?

They did not tell you

to light candles and incense,

to kneel beaten with pain,

to curse the world

and hope for heaven,

to build grandiose houses

for a God who needs no house.

They teach one thing:

"Love one another,"

and all that entails.

Because Love is the core of Life,

and the practice of

compassion builds and respects,

and releases creative purpose,

and engenders peace.

Since Love is Lord

of heaven and earth,

how can I keep

from singing?

agd

Temporary This Life

Temporary this Life,

a mere form for spirit,

a moment of rife

shed the wrapping

and slip back home

to healing and light.

I am here by

choice and collaboration,

and each time I enter anew,

Spirit fills the form.

Idyllic heaven

Elysian Fields,

eternal rest,

a hardened fantasy

built on hope.

What is, is Life, and after?

It is Life.

Edgar tells us we enter

a Healing Center to

heal our fractured thoughts

built on conjecture and hearsay,

therapy before entering

the gates and returning home.

Thanks, E.C.!

            agd 5.22.16

The Eternal Quest

What am I?

Who am I?

Where do I come from?

Where am I going?

A Star Trek alien

called humans: "bags of water" -

a conglomerate of molecules?

Then what animates?

Simple organic electricity?

Then who thinks?

With eyes to see,

the silver cord connects

to this "bag of water" - fluid

- or fluidity of being -

As above, so below -

I am more than this Allen,

or Paula, or Kevin.

We evolve, morph,

transform -

matter matters, yes,

but Spirit fits the form.

I am more.

And next time I

will be different,

maybe he, maybe she,

maybe pink, black or brown,

planting rice

or teaching metaphysics,

but I will be "new" -

Spirit fits the form.

Selah

agd

Sharing

So many lives,

so many stories,

the comedies,

the tragedies,

the intimacies,

the successes

and losses.

Tell me a story,

tell me of your life,

lift my spirits,

fill my mind

with happy thoughts,

bright images,

and hopeful visions.

            agd 5.20.16

Psalm 103

Bless the LORD, O my soul;
and all my being, bless his holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits.

He pardons all your iniquities,
he heals all your ills.
He redeems your life from destruction,
he crowns you with kindness and compassion.

Merciful and gracious is the LORD,
slow to anger and abounding in kindness.
He will not always chide,
nor does he keep his wrath forever.

For as the heavens are high above the earth,
so surpassing is his kindness toward those who know him.
As far as the east is from the west,
so far has he put our transgressions from us.


comment:
God does not condemn - we condemn ourselves.
There is no need to ask forgiveness from God,
who loves us into being and guides our every move.
You are forgiven, then, so forgive yourself and move on.

If Only

If only you would

understand the

complexity of reality

and human life.

You fit the many into one,

and cultural wars ensue.

You believe this is

your only life,

and rules apply to all.

You have forgotten

your source,

that you are gods

and children of the Most High.

You forget this is not home,

it is just a leg of the journey.

You have forgotten your

incarnations already lived as a man,

as a woman, as Chinese, Maori,

Islander, Inca, Gaul,

pink, brown, black.

You think this is it,

so what you feel in gender

is what you must express

in the body.

But think this:

You are remembering

your past lives,

maybe better as female,

maybe better as male.

The two exist in you,

in all of you.

You are an expression of

chemicals, culture, caste,

and incarnations.

Men are not always men,

women are not always women.

I am a man but feel so feminine;

I am a woman, but feel so masculine.

So many experience this

to one degree or another.

But understand this: Humanity is evolving

toward accepting and experiencing

the two as one.

So, you think you're in the wrong body.

You're not.

You just "remember" a past life

stronger as male or female,

and you miss it.

Or your chemical hormones

are off kilter, causing

the psyche to think more

towards the feminine

or towards the masculine,

though the body is

the opposite.

Something's amiss.

It's not.

The variety of human experience

is infinite.

Believe it or don't,

you chose this life.

What you live now

is what you chose to live

before incarnating.

Don't rue it, experience it.

There's always a new

life to live.

agd

Just Another Gray

Some just see water

dripping from a sky

painted gray,

sounding a sigh

ruining their day.

But for me,

Mother’s aquan blessings

wash away the

dust of lethargy,

whetting the mind,

filling with energy

the dormant neurons

excited now and

linked in kind,

radiant with light

and inspiration.

agd

You matter!

So beautiful

the products of visions

so wonderful and more

skilled than I,

yet, each a thread to

complete the weave

matters not

be grand, be small,

each filament

of color and texture

completes the weave

in awe.

be blue,

be fiery red,

be silky or knotted,

be content’,

be proud—

You are part

and always will be.

So, don’t waste the “time.”

Let’s eat!

agd

The Videographer

I have seen the world

thru your eyes focused

on beauty and form

so many variations,

so much done,

so much more to see

and hear and touch

and smell and joy at.

So in your seeing I see,

In your hearing I hear this world

of variety,

a cacophony and blend

which a hundred miles up

chants OM,

all the while smiling

at the Star which

allows this world to be.

HurRAh!

agd

Union

Wherefore art thou –

one in a billion trillion?

Wherefore art thou –

My compliment, my mirror—

Wherefore art thou?

If now within me you reside,

so woven in being and light

I cannot see the dividing line,

then you are me,

and I am –

No more goodbyes,

No more yearning, seeking, wondering—

Complete to be a

conduit to this world,

complete to be –

free.

And yes,

the universe provides

as needed

and we are grateful.

agd

Being Green

Days and weeks

of cloud and mist,

grayness, chill

and sunshine missed.

Waiting and watching

for signs of change,

continue to hope

the clearing’s in range.

The greens are greener,

the soil is damp,

so nature grows rampant

till the heat puts a clamp

on the joy of

being green.

agd

Beauty

This one is

so attracted to

beauty and form,

I cannot live in their midst

for melting within

to touch and smell

and drink in their

miracle, even if

momentary and

short-lived.

One moment’s beauty

is stained the next

and lost in memory.

‘Tis the plan.

But to joy at it

I become it …

the beauty and form

I am compelled

to witness.

agd