In Meditation

Begging for Peace,
sudden or gradual,
is work never finished.
Expect nothing, desire less
for we're proven fools.
That is my life, anyway,
which houses me.

Sudden or gradual
peace comes round
building noble ecos
after foot of man
has stamped petty foot
over measured health
and wrecked fortune

Peace is never finished,
As an ocean
Its wealth
heaps on head
like rain or wave;
and like an ocean,
Mostly only wind
stirs up its trouble
that tears down
and builds up beaches
in tempests.

Expect nothing and desire less
from oceans and waterways.
It is the blood
of ingenuity
pumped by hearts of Earth
which supplies
different peoples
different expectations
for prosperity.

We're proven fools
by our own nature
and the natural world
We have to accept
what we can control
is nearly nothing
in the great expanse
of infinite universes.
But our great smallness
may be our strength
to walk through walls,
entangle with heaven,
or sneak up on sleeping.

That is my life anyway.
I'm very small at 6 feet,
and my arms can't box with God.
I swim in oceans with dread
and I keep far away
to watch breaking surf,
sometimes in light of moon.
But my mind can touch
across space and time
and so I'm reaching
to place in your hand
a gift, a present.

Housing me
is my present.
What will your present do?
How does that affect society
defined by Nature and Man?
defined by Markets and Industry?
Is it spiritual or material?
Or is it both!

Peoples prosperity
measures health
and wealth
ingenuity
and acceptance

Entangled Galaxy

Fear not
changes of time
for even during days
of annhilation
or sustained conflict,
our sacrifice
grows independence.

changes of time
is ever constant
sometimes gradual
sometimes sudden
but come, it does.

Enduring days
is work
made easier
by food, shelter
and warm beds.
Do you have a blanket
for the apocalypse?

Annihilation
at Five.
Just in time
for the 6 O' clock news,
the 10 O' clock recap,
and 7 day forecast.
Expect nothing,
desire less.

Sustained conflict
promises us war
and killing each other
After the Facts
have proven us fools.
Is there no end
to our folly,
that we then
need to go kill
each other when life
only regrows in Peace?
And But death
grows in conflict?

Our sacrifice
of easier lives
and comfort foods
or entertainment
or even arrogance
and wealth
prunes the tree
that is your life
for greater growth
and stronger roots
Expect nothing,
Desire less.

Growing Independence
makes for: strong forests,
fertile fields,
fat pigs,
nutritious potatoes,
better bargains,
and going at our choosing.
If we rely on McDonalds
who's gonna feed
our local economies?
(which house us!)
Foreign oil won't-
and its all foreign
from lands time forgot
in diseased graves
we rob for riches.

Begging for Peace,
sudden or gradual,
is work unfinished.
Expect nothing, desire less
for we're proven fools.
That is my life, anyway,
which houses me.

For the Love of God

We live in a trinity
as our home.
Fabulous‌ inventions
define our times
and industrial by-ways
in the dark of night
and by succor of Sol.

Our Home
of our fathers
and our children's
and of our spirit
abides
changes of times
changes in climate
if in wisdom
we build upon rock

Fabulous inventions
sustain independence
but midnight oil
powers business
even during days
and windy nights
in steamy lands
and wavy seas
for restless peace.

Defining times
are doomsday clocks
at 5 minutes until
annihilation.
"I do not know what WWIII
will be fought with,
but the fourth and fifth
will be fought with
sticks and stones."
-Albert Einstein

Industrial By-Ways
sprawl faster than light
into wormhole networks
of empirical progress
for directing monies
into warchests
to sustain conflict
by the psychopaths
and empathy-deficient
whom worship the almighty dollar.

Night falls
on all of us
when we sacrifice free-will
to worship with them
at this altar
of exported jobs
of natural destruction
of child labor
of death and disease
of crowded peace
of prostitution
of addiction
of greed

Succor of Sol
removes their lies
by growing in their ashes
promising independence
and new resolve
through the power
of the sun,
for its all we've left
of the garden of Eden
which can sprout anew
the winds and waters
and the earths of creation.

Fear not
changes of time
for even during days
of annhilation
or sustained conflict,
our sacrifice
grows independence.

By Fire of the Moon

The best things in life are free.
Likely, we work
so we can escape later
into yesterday's hope;
But a bazillion paths lead
from today, from this present
into good things, too.

We work
in offices
in homes
in construction sites
in factories
on books
on poems
on jet engines
and MRI machines

We escape later
with all these
fabulous inventions
someone dreamed up
Wouldn't it be boring
if all we had were TVs?
We'd starve!

Yesterday's hope
defines our life
Wanting riches when young
or wishing you could write
like Tolkien
Which all takes work
and dreamy inventions.
If there was one thing,
I'd synthesize propane
from hydrogen gas
for propane economies.

A bazillion paths
spread from your center
One can delegate
exploration
or chose scenic routes
over industrial by-ways
There's no place
everyone has to get to.
Just as there's no thing
everyone must be.

Today, in this present,
is a moment
where you're listening.
The stirrings of worlds
awaken with light,
but never completely rest
in the dark of night.
Persist, and bring your dreams
from out the dark
to sprout from slumber
for appreciation,
and perhaps they will feed
into bigger dreams
or possibly necessities.

Good things come
from simple dreams.
For one, forthrightness
with but needs to grow
as we are Earth's child.
To be a plant,
we need succor from Sol.
To be animal,
we need to reinvent the wheel.
To be mineral,
we need to be the wheel.
And to be human,
we need all these
while also humane
on top of it.

We live in a trinity
as our home.
Fabulous‌ inventions
define our times
and industrial by-ways
in the dark of night
and by succor of Sol.

We Create Our Own Reality

If you'd be free
from chains,
use minds eye view
of tomorrows reality
with your own vision
and swim ashore.

Chains
limit freedom
and money
is a passive-aggressive
form of slavery
It's all good if one enjoys
or finds meaning in their work.
But likely, we work
at jobs we don't enjoy,
so tomorrow
we can keep doing things
we don't enjoy.
Then we train our children
to do the same.
Isn't that crazy?

Using Minds Eye View
we can escape
these mortal bonds
at least for a while
for places of imagination
(that might actually exist)
if but in your own mind,
and plan, dream, and hope
a better world
as you understand it
for needed change.

Tomorrows reality
is but a dream
of yesterday's hope.
Everybody has a plan
that they hope
will make them happy.
Failing happy,
I try at least
to be thankful,
anymore.

With one's own vision
you can see
your whole past.
Why can't one see
open possibilities
reaching towards stars
in a million paths,
but for a lack of imagination.

Swim ashore
THAT reality
and let one's mind wonder
about the sky and earth
that makes up this world,
for today is the present
in which we're given freewill.
The world isn't really
all that mechanical.
Love more than makes
the world go round.

The best things in life are free.
Likely, we work
so we can escape later
into yesterday's hope;
But a bazillion paths lead
from today, from this present
into good things, too.

By Book or Look

Life is a journey
we learn from
to possibly enjoy
with plans, dreams, and hopes
in privacy of minds
as ambition

Learning
frees us
to liberty
from chains
of ignorance
and repeating mistakes
that would enslave us
to the dark

Possibly we can enjoy
better times
and better lives
through fashioning glasses
for minds eye to view with
the problems of our world
and problems of our own
bringing inscrutable
to view

Plans, dreams, and hopes
take some vision
and imagination
For what today is present
someone dreamed up yesterday
for tomorrows reality.
There's someone to thank
for every situation,
and presumably to blame.

Privacy of minds
speculate
the wildest things
Ideas can swim
and flipper
to the surface
in the strangest ways
with their own vision
of the world,
some skittish
of approach
and yet others
downright mean.

Ambition
of fixed focus
knows not flipped switches
of digital machines
or computergoggery.
In wave theory
we swim ashore
beaches where we'd
stake tents,
and in waves
light washes over us
in patterns made
by overhanging trees.

If you'd be free
from chains,
use minds eye view
of tomorrows reality
with your own vision
and swim ashore.

In a Quiet Corner

Words can heal or harm
when one pawns them off,
our lives are the gift
made solid by potentials,
magic or otherwise,
by aspirations to joy.

Pawning words off
with shoulds and shan'ts
We'll learn from our mistakes
better in any case
If they indeed are mistakes

Our lives are the gift
to live and to learn
and if at all possible
to enjoy.

Potential
resides in all of us
to create our reality.
Plans, dreams, and hopes
point out one's ambition
to journey's end
and journey's path.

Magical or otherwise,
we believe
what we tell ourselves.
Our words can build or destroy
in the privacy of minds
over and over again.

Aspirations to Joy
lead home
lead to work
lead to play
lead in living
lead in learning
For this is our ambition
in our sharing and
in our selfishness.
A pursuit of happiness.

Life is a journey
we learn from
to possibly enjoy
with plans, dreams, and hopes
in privacy of minds
as ambition

For a Few Dollars More

That's how it works.
Compassion in navigation
helps struggles to make ends
during Earth's turning
while elements power
a majesty of spirit

Compassion
can guide your words
to mutually benefit
an understanding
of worlds
Next time
your keeping it real,
who's reality is it
that you're pawning off
as de facto squared
for status quo.
Probably an opinion
of your own disillusion
in cynicism of freedom.

Helping make ends
is you, yes
but one's friendship
with worlds too.
Little have we individually
created in this world,
which is mostly gifted
except the few bucks
we sweat for.
Our lives a gift
of stardust eons gone
and come again to greet
each other in thankfulness.

During Earth's turning
Sun's don't rise
Coffee makes tea
And Alcohol
IS technically a solution.
Reality is a fiction
made solid by potentials.
Use your potential
to create and/or destroy
and if you find yourself alone
amidst rubble and lies,
you'll know exactly who to thank,
You!

Elemental Power
is possessed by our soul
You're not any better
believing this,
nor does it engender
more control.
We are, what we are,
living breathing human beings
deserving of respect,
magical or otherwise.

Majesty of spirit
shines with civility
and compassion.
Yours and my life
really isn't all that hard.
It is the human condition
to make mountains
out of molehills.
And often our wants
are bigger than our needs,
driving us to unhappy
destinations,
a problem generally
of addiction,
though of all life, too,
in struggles to survive
and aspirations to joy.

Words can heal or harm
when one pawns them off,
our lives are the gift
made solid by potentials,
magic or otherwise,
by aspirations to joy.

Spinning Away

We sail galaxies
on friend ships
and open space
in hearts
for mutual benefit
in synergy,
That's how it works.

Friend ships
ride highs and lows
and rocking waves
on seas and lakes
in rivers and bays
stars could guide
but so can compassion
in navigation

open space
contrasts your bonds
in friendship
all the world before you
and each other for company
to help struggle for ends
in worlds shortfall.
And it always falls short.

Hearts
would have lots of sincere friends.
Worlds dictate we keep busy.
And so in Earth's turning
we spin away from those
that turn toward us
unless we make effort
to walk to meet
their tired feet.

Mutual benefit
harbors every boat
with strong beam
while wind power
can take one
to exotic lands
and beyond

Synergy
of Earth, Wind,
Water and Fire
feed us- good things, too.
Should we emulate
we'd find magic building
in sail and in glass
a majesty of spirit.

That's how it works.
Compassion in navigation
helps struggles to make ends
during Earth's turning
while elements power
a majesty of spirit.

Boats of Friendship

In Life's employment
tools become companions,
might they be constructive
in building shelter
for our pursuits.
Communities offer resources
to help grow ones workmanship.

Companions
build friend ships
that dock in quiet harbors
or pass through storms
to help float
and maintain boats
above waterlines
that would swallow
the world.

Construction
occurs in time
but also minds
so open space
in you heart
for that loving
feeling

Sheltering
warm feelings
in one's mind
and in heart
is like wearing clothes
on one's body
protecting tenderness
that is the human condition

Pursuit
of mutual benefit
seems alien
when selfishness
rules hearts
and minds
as instinct

Communities though
are built from it,
mutual benefit.
And so come
private expectation
and public obligation
to work together
in synergy.
Don't lose your mind.

Growing life
happens out there,
in alternate galaxies
and on alien planets.
Why does nature
have to be nowhere.
So it can work?

We sail galaxies
on friend ships
and open space
in hearts
for mutual benefit
in synergy,
That's how it works.

Get Yourself Connected

Hobbies and occupations
bring familiar measure
that build lives
with practices
residing in interests
and shared experiences
which fruit labor.

Through familiar measure
and friendly work
tools become companions
that one begins to rely on
as confidants
and problem solvers
melding with psyche

Building lives
we use tools to cope
with stress and anxiety
with joy and sadness
with boredom and loneliness
Might they be good ones
that are constructive
uses of time.

Practice
with such tools
makes for easier work
in dealing with problems
in building shelter
and supplying power
for our minds'
clear reckoning.

Resident in interests
is purpose.
Like growing tree
drops seeds eventually
which we can munch or bury,
Purpose seems something
we get from pursuits
that either feeds
or multiplies interest.

Sharing experience
are others
in guilds, unions, and clubs.
Get yourself connected.
Communities offer resources
and companionship
beyond what tools can offer
in hobbies and occupations.

Fruit of Labors
may get bigger and better
but maybe not,
instead maybe markets
will grow for your product
or perhaps workmanship
will improve prices.

In Life's employment
tools become companions,
might they be constructive
in building shelter
for our pursuits.
Communities offer resources
to help grow ones workmanship.