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Sunday, January 26, 2020

The Sky

The heroic sky is held above by endless effort—

we hope it is endless

or otherwise Chicken Little

would really have a just cause.

 

Chicken Little, the only Cassandra we know,

leads the charge

(would LIKE to lead the charge)

charged with effecting change.

 

Alas, her followers

(Turkey Lurkey, Ducky Lucky, and the others)

allow themselves to be diverted

(and eaten)

by the villainous

(and truly ruthless leader),

Foxy Loxy.

 

Thus are we so easily led astray

by toothy, sweet-talking

evil incarnate

(especially, but not necessarily,

if he has good hair).

 

 

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Sunday, January 19, 2020

A New Room

I've been thinking about a new room.

An empty room with sunlight as the only furnishing.

Windows will open or close at a touch.

 

Oh, all right: a chair.

I'll give it a chair,

small and wooden.

Not too hard and not too soft.

A chair Goldilocks would accept.

 

A floor cushion and a lotus posture

are no longer options for me.

I sit my own way:

straight but relaxed.

Alert.

Thoughts drifting

until the leash of mindfulness

tugs them back to what is—

back to my light-filled empty room

so receptive to what may come.

 

 

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Sunday, January 12, 2020

Beneath the Facade

To make an impression,

you hide whatever you can of your truth,

your ignoble motives,

your secret judgments—

in short, much of your complicated self.

Let them see you as affable.

Let them imagine you as being just like them—

or close enough as makes no difference.

Let them not be aware of the threat

you pose to their peace and equanimity.

 

Will you ever let them see you?

The world is not ready for the wild rage,

the unhinged thoughts of your truth.

You can only wonder:

Does everyone harbour a secret self

beneath the presenting façade?

 

And if all those masks shattered,

in one great revelatory explosion,

what fierce and effective energy

would be released upon our poor, needful world?

 
 
 
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Sunday, January 5, 2020

Crossroads of the Senses

Being a literal person,

I take "crossroads of the senses"

to mean the intersection

where the avenue of Ohm

meets the golden glare of the rising Sun

and, uniting, they form a mind-expanding balloon

that lifts souls of all sorts

to the heavens.

 

Or perhaps it is the intersection

where the road of aroma

meets the tender street of touch

and the corner becomes the home

we have all desired.

 

Senses are meant to mingle

and the synergy thus created

elevates and enlightens.

 

Add candles to your space

when you tone,

essential oils to the air in the room,

and your prayers will skim and soar

like larks.

 

 
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