DOIN THE BEST WE CAN

DOIN THE BEST WE CAN..

Oh my,

the breeze this day feels like

forgiveness.

This muted, overcast blanket 

of comforting grayness 

carries me 

to a softer perception of life and of myself. 

No black or white,

No wrong or bad,

no good and right.

I wrap myself with this blanket of acceptance

far from the harshness of

 self-rejection.

Everyone is doing the best they can

at all times

No matter how bad it looks… 

DOES THIS POEM KNOW WHAT IT NEEDS?

Does this Poem Know What It Needs?

My spirit calls me home.

Am I listening.

Will I follow?

When my soul weeps, 

tears turn to laughter,

I hold hands with myself

and my soul takes my spirit to

the dance floor as I whirl 

into the wholeness of myself.

My shadows peek around corners

 stealing glimpses of light,

I reject, provoke, seduce, then invite them

to the Parts Apart Party,

where all exiled aspects of myself

are welcomed with delight.

God loves a trouble maker.

He made our bodies for mischief.

He likes to work with wood,

 and gave us hands.

Works of art,

Works of love, 

It is all the same thing.

Praising the Lord

Is no better

Or worse

then cursing him.

God could care less.

He would wish for you to nurture

your soul and it’s hungers. 

Does this poem know what it needs?

Maybe not…

But this soul knows it needs 

this poem.

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DEAR GOD

DEAR GOD

Forever and even annoyingly calling. 

He calls me to him at all times of the day and night.

He calls in the middle of meals while I’m eating too fast. 

He calls when I am being impatient 

with children, store clerks and my wife. 

He calls when I am impatient and cruel to myself. 

God has basically put me under house arrest,

There is no escape.

He is a cop in a very crisp clean uniform,

Who is in great shape;

He can outrun, outfight, outshoot me

Any day of the week,

Every day of the week. 

He says, “You can either come peacefully,

Or you can resist.

But you are coming with me,

One way or another.”

Yet I resist this spiritual arrest,

My ego still thinks it’s better off

Without God-

But sooner or later

either by accident, serendipity, 

Or when the pain drops me to my knees 

weeping.

God is calling me, 

Which is to say that

 Love is calling me, 

Beauty is calling me, 

Unity is calling me, 

Kindness is calling me,

And I am coming, 

Slower, than quicker, 

By hook and by crook, 

Willingly…reluctantly,

I am coming,

 Dear God,

Thanks for your persistent, 

Relentless call.

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COMPASSION

COMPASSION

There is no evil in the world,

Only wounds and fear.

Our hearts are battered

and our love is twisted 

and our best intentions

often wasted.

We ache

from the hurt

 of not knowing 

how to love ourselves

or others.

We take 

whatever it takes

to ease our pain,

get us thru another day

all the while waiting and praying for rescue,

Light will blaze forth

And burn off our illusions

Revealing, at last,

Those great white wings

Of our angel-selves.

Oh I am such a sucker

For chick-flicks,

Tear-jerkers,

Drama…

Loss happens,

Tragedies strike,

Compassion arises.

Compassion.

Sets us apart from the animal

(in us)

Lets us take part,

In all of life.

We cry for the sick infant,

The abandoned puppy,

The bullied boy,

The soldier who does not come home.

We cry from compassion.

We cry from our God-Part,

Compassion reminds us

Of that deepest truth;

We are all connected,

All of life is connected.

The wind from the words I speak

Changes the weather in China.

Powerful words,

Thoughts, intentions,

Oh yes!

Strange beliefs..

Who cares,

We might ask?

I care, you care,

Hidden in yourself

This huge caring spirit

Cries at times

For no apparent reason.

Your divinity may be in shadow,

Your divinity is often in shadow.

Your divinity roars against

All your smaller ideas

Of who you think you are

And what you think you want.

You want nothing

Ever,

But to embrace, express

And celebrate your divinity

In this,

The only moment of your life..

COSTUME PARTY

COSTUME PARTY

The only people that really know anything worth knowing

are those that are aware that they know next to nothing,

Everything else is a costume party 

where people who don't know who they are dress up 

as people they aren’t.