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Flashback Of The Nineties
1-11-11



I compare these studies and contemplation
To an old man and an excercize bike
In an old R.E.M. video about Shiny Happy People
Among with which I wish to dwell
With a choice between love and happiness
And suffering with its hell
The choice is simple but not easy
Learning about how many can be of one mind
Yet still individual and diverse
In their gifts and administrations
We are not all missionaries
Besides each and every one of us
Must find God in their own way
Where I learn how not to cleave
In the here, now and today
Feasting on sexual chocolate
That I buy with my pay....








By Chance I Find It
1-11-11


We shake, rattle and jostle our coins to keep them bright
Where in my serendipity my faith under grace is half the fight
As by chance I find pearls in oysters
Yet to make prayer for those secluded in monasteries and cloisters
As they learn to live in other ways both rich and poor
In trying times and days
And this is somewhat me
Where I learn new ways to be free....












Let It Snow, According To Me
1-11-11


Let it snow, let it snow, so be it
I don't have to go
Giving me the opportunity
To put it into practice
Love and acceptance of that which is me
In what seems as the paradox but not a contradiction
These days more malleable
To conditions that are reduced to matters trivial
As part of God's plan
Experiencing new sensations
In my practicing of thinking right
As I am returned my confidence and optimism
As I witness my elder cat leap to the dilapidated window sill
That faces east to bring new hopes
Smoking disposable pipes in leisure
Under God's lenity and mercy
Passing another afternoon
By my faith and not alone....










A Bardo Poem
1-11-11


I read about how we have the opportunity
To experience death in this life
In what more such a word can mean
As we seek not to categorize the leaves brown from green
And in knowing this I can learn to have no fear of this transition
With this rendition of illumination that comes for free
Where I learn of new ways to see
As I come to the realization
Of new forms of myself and me...








Bringing It All Back
1-11-11


Sometimes I would rather not express myself
In ways concise or succinct
As I still have the desire to bring back
That which is prehistoric and extinct
Taking an interest in mammoths and mastodons
Making moves with my queen to capture all rooks and pawns
Knowing that life is so much more than just black and white
In a spiritual woodshop carving playing pieces  into multicolored forms
Here a little, there a little
Getting better at it every day
In my diligent practice here, now and today.....










Emptiness, The Opportunity
1-11-11


Scribbling half a page of panic attack number three
Brought on by the marketplace
I like to call it instead my New Year emptiness
And opportunity to learn how to cope
While in God's grace there is hope
And I am satisfied with this....








No Mind
1-11-11


Putting on the thinking cap of no mind
Of which they call it in the Far East
As without a single morsel I have my feast
I'm getting better at it
There is no such thing as a waste of time
No matter what the chatter tries to tell you...