At this very point,
when the old ends and the new
begins, what should we anoint?
~
Anoint newness with hope
as the old evanesces
into historic annals.
At this very point,
when the old ends and the new
begins, what should we anoint?
~
Anoint newness with hope
as the old evanesces
into historic annals.
Since years always pass,
isn’t it better to note
as they come not when they’re gone?
~
While it is good
to note comings and goings,
it’sĀ great to be present now.
What I want to know
is where did the years go and
how can we find them?
~
They pass, as always,
at the usual pace.
We must notice them passing.
With the end of all
this holiday hurry and
rush, is NOW the time for peace?
~
Ah, if we can but
pause and breathe the mayhem might
be replaced by peace.
Any suggestions
for how best to move into
the new year that lies ahead?
~
By celebrating
achievements and forgiving
ourselves for failures.
If God so loved
the world that he gave his son,
what became of his daughter?
~
A better question
might be, can we all, sons and
daughters, live God’s love on earth?
If you could unwrap
only one gift for the whole
world, what would it be?
~
My gift for the world
must remain encased, always,
safe inside Pandora’s Jar!
In this festive time,
What message would you send to
Those few souls who find no joy?
~
The message brought to
us on that first Christmas Day
was love unconditional.
What’s with all these twelves –
days of Christmas, number of
apostles, months in a year?
~
Busy taking steps!
But twelve is significant
Here too, I gather.
Would Rudolph enjoy
their green-eyed jealousy
if his belly weren’t yellow?
~
Hmm – red, yellow, green –
stop, go, and in between – some
Ā subliminal Ā message here?
If you were goingĀ
to make a guess what made
Rudolph’s nose glow red?
~
Rudolph, like Hogarth,
the therapist in me says,
likely loved “Christmas Cheer”!
Does the bright red suit
symbolize seasonal joy,
or do the clothes make the man
~
A larger question
might be what manner of man
would pick clothes like those.
Ā Why was ma in her
Ā kerchief and pa in his cap
in the middle of the night?
~
Surely you recall
what it’s like to be dressed
up but have no place to go?
Can seeking silence
yield a more stunning chorus
than reveling in music?
~
Contemplatives say
in seeking silence we mayĀ
find a music more sublime.
All those years ago
when you listened for Santa’s
sleigh, what did you hear?
~
Myths and legends claim
there should be bells and hoof beats
but I heard Julie Andrews!
It’s tough not to cry
In the face of Old Nick’s lies.
Is indignation better?
~
Don’t let Old Nick snag
you with his lasso of lies.
Tie him in knots with laughter.
If angels dance on
the head of a pin, what is
the devil’s venue?
~
The Supreme Courthouse?
House of Representatives?
The C.I.A. Headquarters?
Why do we allow
the mongers to peddle us
fear in these wholesale job lots?
~
We’ve forgotten how
to laugh them out of business.
Let’s begin right now.
When fear takes over
what becomes of honor? Where
do mind and heart go?
~Ā
Fear freezes the heart,
enshrouds the mind in mist, and
honor takes a nap.
Please, can we not stand
together and united
against rampant injustice?
~
Perhaps we’ll listen
to ourselves pledge liberty
and justice for all.
Beauty lies therein,
oh, sage mother of mine,
wanting and getting differ.
One poet could not
surprise herself in reply
and thereby, twist the meaning.
From ridiculousĀ
to sublime, I was looking
for something along these lines:
As it was in the
beginning, is now, and will
always be – completely (w)hole.
When cows Ā jump over
moons, what possibly remains
for humans to do?
~
Corporatists might say,
“Strip mine the moons, eat some steaks!”
Or did I get that backwards?
Acting in haste or
paralytic inaction.
Which course yields greater damage?
~
When faced with questions
like this the best course is to
stare and back slowly away.
When our hands are tied,
what can we do to untie
all the knots inside?
~
The knots grow tighter
when bathed in attention.
Ignore those thorny knots. ACT!
Has not your heart’s path
tugged you to some places
your mind would deny?
~
My mind has often
played second fiddle in heart’s
long, meandering parade.
Seeker, why do you
insist on looking for what
can never be found?
~
That which is sought may
never be found, but along
the way, there will be wonders!
Eat me or drink me
or step through the looking glass.
Is the unknown all we seek?
~
If we sought the known
where would the adventure be
and what would be the reward?
When pushed beyond their
limits, is there another
place the wise ones go?
~
Like Lewis Carroll,
some go down the rabbit hole.
Others soar like eagles!
What compulsion drives
us to act against our will?
Altruism? Karmic Debt?
~
Sometimes we draw strength
from a mysterious source
and set our will aside.