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  These are my feelings

  expressed in mere words.

  And how useless are words

  if my life does not demonstrate

  in how I live it.

  Did I Get That Right?

  Sure the ideas are there

  and where else could they be but “there”?

  Thanks, don’t answer that; I’m not

  trying to impress you, or me. Words, words,

  oh, they’re so jumpy, today, so,

  another piece of recyke hits the can,

  un-carefully crushed -- I know,

  I know, unpolitically incorrect: should

  have been carefully folded

  and stacked. And bagged. And binned.

  And labelled: RECYCLED PAPER

  Aye, but there’s the rub, I survived

  from old school. Didn’t recyke

  in ‘em days. At least not as

  ostentatiously hypocritically as done now.

  No politicians in white ties and

  white-gloved hands-out legislating,

  if not legalizing,

  plethora’s of green fees (if

  you care to know, we had no golf courses)

  and no PC eco-freaks godlessly

  praying to goddess mantises

  of rain forest fame.

  Can’t say I care much for all that eco-freaking,

  fracking: you lose, you pay, I win. It’s all

  so, so, so, well-oiled and tanked up(!)

  this political/environmental bank rupturing

  machinery

  printing out fee samples in fee simple

  as if there’d be no tomorrow. If we’re lucky,

  there won’t be. And we’ll all be the richer

  for having no future. Call it foresight.

  The Gift

  Do we recognize the Gift?

  Winter's snow falling gently

  upon bowing evergreens;

  the sun's soft warming light

  when life would seem too cold to bear;

  the bright moon's eerie ways

  guiding us down midnight paths?

  Do we recognize the Gift?

  From some unfathomable depth,

  perhaps from within ourselves,

  from nature's womb and cradle,

  life courses, races through our blood,

  fills our senses to the brim:

  a Gift to be of value must be accepted,

  understood, experienced.

  The life we live, the times we have,

  are they of our making...

  Or is it a Gift to be recognized?

  We have played with life

  as if it was some toy;

  as if it could be broken, discarded

  and another would be found...

  Does our knowledge of life

  not tell us otherwise?

  Are we but a memory in the making?

  A mist passing through time and space?

  "This gift of life man takes for granted,

  Who is the Owner and final judge

  of use or misuse?"

  Embrace All (Don’t Be Shy!)

  Embrace all who enter your life,

  the young, the old, the weak, the strong

  friends and strangers, gather ye ‘round the table!

  For whatever reason exists, let them sit:

  are they here to be awakened by growing wisdom

  or to share a changed outlook

  following a massive Earth change?

  Or are they of those who come to enlighten,

  to increase awareness within this duality,

  bringing experiences from life in the beyond?

  Embrace all who enter your life, friend or foe

  and you will surely know who you are!

  How else can you transmute energies

  from this obsolete and dangerous system,

  or help another seeker through his transition?

  Help each other discover knowledge

  from sharing dreams that seem to make no sense;

  from speaking of other worlds seen in the shadows;

  not forgetting to understand this world

  through this experience in broadened perspective.

  Be ‘off the wall’ and who really cares

  if you come across as really “out there?”

  You’ll still walk those streets tomorrow,

  ‘cause the System’s shut down its loony bins

  due to a perceived lack of funding...

  you can have the last laugh, Oh, yes!

  Dreams

  fogs lift slowly

  from sleepy valleys

  to remote barren hills

  fogs lift and part

  a ribbon of sunshine

  stabs

  down narrow draws

  paints

  high-faced bluffs

  spreads

  to timber line

  above rising clouds

  domain of ice and snow

  lichens and mosses

  wild anemones

  bloom and shiver

  in the restless breeze

  curious marmots

  stand innocently

  among coal-black rocks

  quiet beauty

  and gentle dreams

  still exist

  above drifting fogs.

  The Immune System

  America: the coddled society

  with drugs are a-plenty

  pill pushers - doctors - more!

  so eager to give you paradise.

  Feel a little ill, feel a little pain

  rush to the doc's office to complain:

  take a routine examination

  and what do you get?

  a routine prescription, that's what.

  Rush to the drug store,

  don't wait to get it filled,

  pop, pop! POP 'em all!!!

  the red pill, the blue pill, the white one,

  now everything's OK,

  you can watch TV again -

  no head-ache, no pain,

  need something else to complain.

  But what are flu's and colds and such:

  Diseases? Signs of poor health?

  Of course not!

  They're testing the immune system,

  see if it's working; if all is OK.

  By-pass the test with a pill -

  feel OK in the moment

  but your immune system is not tested,

  its batteries may be dead;

  last upgrade not done

  comes a deadly virus,

  sorry, it is not there for you

  your body becomes infected

  and death not far away.

  Choice: make yourself feel good -

  pop that pill, relieve that ache, carry on

  with the party, the game, whatever:

  sooner or later the real thing comes

  and you won't know until too late

  your immune system lacked an upgrade

  and wasn't standing by:

  no response to the alarm.

  Accept a cold, a flu, an odd ache and pain:

  they're there to test the system, not to kill.

  "Every human being is the author of his own health or disease."

  (Buddha)

  Against Time

  The River of Time flows faster

  as one approaches its gaping mouth;

  roaring waters echo wildly

  through canyons of time-bound lives

  seeking to escape the surging stream

  into the unknown sea.

  "Stop running away," it says,

  "I am life's normal rhythm:

  my flow cannot be reversed with fear.

  Let my life-giving water become a mother

  carrying a child: the soul of your life.

  I am not an enemy,

  I am the companion.

  All that comes here

  must reconcile with me


  or fear me!

  Give up the need to conquer,

  the selfish demands crowding your mind,

  the desire to win eating at your soul:

  I can give you peace in this sojourn

  as I must carry you to the portals of life.

  Body

  Earth body,

  witness

  to darkness,

  will you see the light

  in the morning?

  Elk Mountain

  In the first splash

  of dawn-coloured hills,

  the enchantment begins.

  Through my portal of desire

  I enter the forest,

  beyond my senses.

  The path I follow,

  trod by angels' feet,

  brushed lightly by angels' wings,

  filled with angels' laughter!

  Beauty accompanies my heart;

  love buoys my spirit;

  joy cries to be recognized.

  Dappled hues brighten

  a peach-toned sunrise;

  morning mists dissipate

  in laughter and dew drops sparkling

  a diamond on every little finger!

  Here is the full glory announcing

  a new mountain summer day.

  I Dream Of Tara

  Dark clouds roll in from the West

  marking a change in the weather;

  warmer air heralding Spring.

  This is the time

  for the return of Tara!

  She will ride her dark stallion

  from a far away land

  beyond the distant horizon:

  will she stop for me this season?

  I remember the times we shared

  which passed as love to me,

  But what were they to her?

  Spring and Summer

  she laughingly shared with me

  as she did with others...

  She left in the Autumn,

  springing away lightly

  over wildly tossing waves

  on her shoreless ocean:

  left me yearning for her touch

  as Winter cast her frigid spell,

  in the wake of her leaving...

  I wonder:

  does a flower dream of the sun

  touching its petals

  long before the dawn arrives

  as I dream of Tara's return?

  It's All About Your Future

  It's your future we speak of (They said)

  You should be concerned - and don't you know

  It all depends on believing in the right things?

  What sort of right things? (I said)

  I'm sorry, I wasn't really listening there,

  Thinking rather of those without a future.

  Where will you spend eternity? (They said)

  Don't you know there is a hell

  For those who do not obey God?

  I'm sorry, what was that again? (I said)

  His load is heavier than I had anticipated

  no wonder this man was down on his knees.

  Let's try again - do you believe in God? (They said)

  The Bible has all the right answers

  for those who sincerely seek salvation.

  I have heard that before (I said)

  It's OK, let me carry this a bit farther for you

  You are exhausted and obviously hungry.

  Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ (They said)

  And he will forgive your sins

  And in the end take you into heaven.

  Yes, I know, I've heard that too (I said)

  But for now could you give me some money

  so