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There is no Thou.
There is only We.
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MEMORIES
Memories
The heart’s memory
Holds truth close for but a moment.
Then moves beyond truth
To a greater reality
To become something more,
Something that can last challenging and comforting,
cherished and caressed
Through boundless eternity.
The stories we tell ourselves
May have little basis in reality.
The heart too easily
Makes fools of us all.
Yet, we become enthralled
As our stories unfold,
Especially with those stories
We have never told.
Held close to the chest,
Such untold stories
Make us look, and feel, our best.
Their power keeps us strong
And able to face all the rest.
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ART THERAPY& Haiku
When things are too hard
to take, take to creation
within and without.
POETRY FUN
I cannot wait to write a poem.
Let thoughts begin to roam
across the blank spaces
where I see only faint traces.
Whatever lurks beneath the surface
is always a surprising surfeit
of what has passed and is to become
a new creation time rolled into one.
Nothing it seems is ever lost.
Experience is the cost
of facing new challenges sent
across the waves of time unbent.
Around and round again I go.
Where I shall end up I never know.
And where I have been becomes new.
And where I go is merely a clue.
When I arrive I shall share with you
the route I took to be renewed.
I hope you will join me on the route.
That is what companionship is all about.
Knowing I shall return at the end of the journey
to your company holds me firmly
upright and focused with eyes wide open
to the beauty of words never-before spoken.
I play today to remind myself in this space
that there is always a time and place
to relax and let go, and just have fun;
to remind myself, I have just begun.
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SPEAKING CREATION
What is now does not have to be.
Speaking up is an act of creation
in this a darkening and frightening nation.
Speaking out is creativity as life may be.
In this way we are always free
to see the world much differently
than when we are told to bend our knee.
It need never be what others see.
We can create our own reality.
The act of creation is the greatest act of love,
overcoming destruction from above.
Speaking out lifts not only voices;
but lifts unlimited possibilities and choices.
Those who try to close the gates
and scare us with threats of hate
to block us in and push us down
cannot handle creativity’s frown
upended when we discover
that we can create a world of lovers.
Speak up. Speak out. Speak so loud
creators join and form a crowd
that laughs in the face of hate and greed
and creates a new and loving creed.
Speaking out is an act of creation.
Speaking out will form a new nation
conceived in liberty
and dedicated to the proposition
that no one can force us to take their position.
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REGRET
When even words hurt
too much to write on a page,
it is time to stop.
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HAIKU/ POETRY
Wildly careening
prose portrayed as poetry
fools no one but me.
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SELF-STUDY 2
Only the stump of the gangly tree remained
after Grandpa, who did not conceive the dream,
destroyed the dream with each cut of the limbs
of the tree from which his grandson fell and broke an arm.
To Grandpa the tree had lost its charm.
It had to be cut down to avoid more harm.
Adults are funny that way.
They too often see harm in children’s play.
Children, little heathens that they be,
expect harm with regular frequency.
And, so, the tree was cut off from us, but we
built a tree house anyway, in which to play;
and warned all adults to stay away.
It was not built prettily; but, with whatever
we pulled from cans along the alley,
and raided from piles of trash.
To a child such piles are a treasure cache.
Thus, we kids our tree house celebrated
though Grandpa was far from elated.
“Let them be, Pop,” Mom laughingly stated.
“Kids will be kids, as once were we.”
Lessons learned from a time so long gone,
remembered now, to remind us how strong
the need to create and celebrate rises
despite the times all goes wrong.
Life is simply full of surprises.
Building from trash is sometimes the wisest
and the best which we can do.
This is my self-study two.
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SOLEMN VOW
Where does my world begin and end?
Before the horizon or beyond it to some unknown shore
That has only appeared in my dreams before?
Is my world worth saving, again and again.
Are we simply so tired we do not mind it could end?
Helpless, it seems, I am to do more.
Technology now must save the day
as I find my own simple way
to save and protect all that I love.
I cannot sit still and not do my part.
I must give it my all, and give you all my heart.
I plant native plants and trees,
flowers whose blooms dance in fierce breeze.
Butterflies and bees swoop in and sip
the nectar of gods, nip after nip.
I feed the homeless and shelter those displaced
by flood, fire, crime, famine and war.
I visit the isolated and phone the lonely.
I stay healthy enough to stay earth-bound a few days more
to love those far away and those close around me.
I fold my hands and grip my rosary beads
praying those with power and ability
know what to do and how to succeed.
I love this Earth, its flora and fauna;
its sunrises and sunsets and all in between.
I love its sunny days and cloudless blue skies;
and days when storms hide sun behind a screen.
There is no place in the universe that I would rather be
than right here with you, as we face such adversity.
My hope lies in science and those drenched in creativity
who see beyond today to a future of love and harmony;
not just for all the people of the Earth
but for Earth herself who offers us sanctuary
within the endless energy of planetary boundaries.
Where does my world begin and end?
Right here, with you, right now.
This is a solemn vow.
take it and make it
your own
somehow.
FILING DAY…more to come
I am finally setting up a filing system for the hundreds of poem I have written over the last 25 years. This poem still rings true. So, I am sharing it with you.
I AM THAT EVE 10-27-1999
I am that Eve
who stood before that tree
and beheld the face of God
eye-to-eye,
as an equal.
I am that Eve
who chose to leave her father’s garden
for one of her own making,
God’s co-creator
of the garden of earthly delights.
I am that Eve
both Magdalen and Madonna
in reflection of God’s love,
an earthly and eternal
gift to man.
I am that Eve
who waits in stillness
and fruitfulness of Spirit
who would crush the head
of those who hiss their judgement of others.
I am that Eve
who takes the hand of man
and leads him from ignorance and lies
to self-knowledge, and places him
in the hands of God.
I am that Eve
who touches the roots
and taste the fruits
of ancient wisdom
and God’s own heart.
I am that Eve.
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