If there are many

answers to the big questions,

can they all be right?

~

A wise Jedi once

told me, “Everything is true,

from a certain point of view!”

Why are life’s pleasures

So much easier to seek

Than the prices are to pay?

~

Seeking is sometimes

much easier than paying

the price for what’s sought.

When winter winds blow

and we’re still far from home, What

must we do to tend the flame?

~

Cherish the warming

of remembered smiles’ glow

and smokey hearth’s aroma.

 If wise Divine knew

The mettle of his stewards,

What might be his good plan B?

~

It’s been said that His

stewards need to stop stewing

and open their hearts to be.

Now that the battle’s

almost won, does anyone

know what the fight was about?

~

Do soldiers ever

question why the bullets fly

once the battle is joined?

Perhaps the Divine

Suffered some kind of a

“Galactic” lapse of reason?

~

Maybe not a lapse

of reason, but a misplaced

faith in humans’ learning curve.

With distractions here,

there, and everywhere, what will

help us get a grip and see?

~

MAYBE all eyes will

Open before we drown in

That smelly tributary.

Life will find its way

to flourish, spread, and blossom.

Will us or nil us, perhaps?

~

God surely had a

contingency plan when He

made us stewards of this earth.

When new life springs from

what we pronounce dead and gone

should we celebrate or mourn?

Zen masters teach us

“All wisdom is non-dual.”

So they are, in fact, the same.

Is it not a truth

That wit is a mountain stream

While wisdom is a glacier?

~

Though large and solid,

wisdom isn’t cold and ice.

Like wit, it can feed and flow. 

If  you start to think

you’re enlightened, spend some time

with your parents. What say you?

~

Like most children, I

make concerted effort to

ridicule enlightenment!

Flying Amoeba!

Starlings, Weave, swirl, contract, stretch,

gyrate, dance? Why the Ballet?

~

Starlings know what we’ve

forgotten – that there’s

little joy without the dance.

 What is the sound of

one mind snapping and how will

we know if anyone cares?

 ~

 I heard it on the

 Nightly News, a resounding thud

 echoing through hollow minds.

Will all this talk of

trees encourage us to root

our bodies in the good earth?

~

By putting down roots

in this good earth, we’ll always 

have a home to come back to.

Anger stays the cold!

Does the tree burn enraged

against chill gloom of winter?

~

Perhaps the tree glows

in thanks for another chance

 after winter’s chill has passed.

Autumn tree aflame

with self consuming fire –

a stay against winter’s cold?

~

Perhaps warmth will come

 not from orange shawl but from

  browning blanket under foot.

With the falling leaves,

 the winds of autumn seem to

scatter poetic license.

~

It’s hunting season.

 I have my license so I’ll

just scare up a poem.

Tell me, aged Sage,

Do your words leap to the page,

or must you nail them down there?

~

Words, like this aged

sage, leap and sail, creep and wail,

but you can’t keep either down.