Contemplating fate
is much like navel-gazing,
pointlessly futile actions.
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May we feel the ground
beneath our feet. May we
move beyond ourselves.
Contemplating fate
is much like navel-gazing,
pointlessly futile actions.
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May we feel the ground
beneath our feet. May we
move beyond ourselves.
Sometimes sleeping in
is less a sign of illness,
and more a simple blessing
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May we treasure such
small moments as these that bless
our overly busy days.
There’s a word for that!
But at this very moment
it completely eludes me.
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I think the word you
are looking for is “void” which
is where those words go to hide.
Chores done, I take time
to simply sit and listen
to both bird and human song.
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The geese and starlings
exercise their counterpoint
from the trees and sky.
What was once normal
seems strange after living through
an abnormal year.
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Perception, it seems,
not possession, as professed,
constitutes nine tenths of all.
Premature warnings
that sad news is forthcoming
cruelly fosters foreboding.
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Though well-intentioned
such warnings prolong, rather
than soften the pain.
Late evening diners
land on the feeder and are
aggrieved that nothing is there.
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Bolder rodentia
knock and demand sustenance
when feed’s in absentia.
Why all the hurry?
I, for one, am in no rush
to expedite my exit.
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Unfortunately,
we’re aptly designated
members of the human race.
Seems I’ve been drafted
again. Sometimes the clock moves
faster than the pen.
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Those blasted clocks spin
faster as the years go by…
soon they’ll pass politicians.
That green leaf let go
and fell. Was it trying to
be a pioneer?
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Despairers in Spring
are regarded with pathos,
not lost in rustling Fall.
There is naught like pain
to bring all into focus;
everything in sharp relief.
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Sometimes pain narrows
our focus and everything
we see we see though that lens.
We ended the day
with a steam bath, compliments
of warm earth and rain.
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When the Monsoons come
neither compliment or curse
will impact the outcomes much.
I remembered him,
my namesake and my mentor,
opening that old soap dish…
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I remember him
too, your namesake and mentor,
an expert at whitewashing.
I guess if you’d been
asleep for seventeen years,
you’d have a lot to say too.
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Seems that Snow White
may have been an outlier;
she was sure no chatterbox.
Why are some afraid
to acknowledge history?
Doing so affirms no guilt.
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They might think that what
they don’t know can’t hurt them, but
that’s where they’d go wrong.
The sky’s no limit
if you’re Jeff Bezos. He’ll ride
Blue Origin’s first crewed flight.
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Misplaced confidence
and grand gestures of the same
lead many to their ruin.
A celebration,
regardless of the reason,
is always a good idea.
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Who, what, or why we’re
celebrating determines
if it’s good or not.
Knox met a turtle
today, tried to coax him out
of his shell. No luck.
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Friendly overtures
can often be misconstrued
during initial contacts.
After summer rains,
misty wisps rising in fields;
surreally ethereal.
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Those wisps remind us
to be on the look-out for
daily mysteries.
So many problems.
So little time. Let’s hope we
can prioritize.
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Priorities change
with every new election,
yet the problems still remain.
After Cicada’s
incessant drone and chatter,
these woods seem sadly empty.
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Much like the house feels
when children depart for camp,
travels or college.
Obstruction is the
last resort when the truth is
there for all to see.
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This is a time when
rebuttal serves no purpose
nor does elaboration.
When tardy becomes
truancy, can we hope to
prevent recidivism?
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First comes awareness,
then comes desire, then comes
practice, then comes lasting change.
Sudden change is hard
to assimilate. We must
be gentle, give ourselves time.
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Given enough time,
that sudden change we’re facing
will, most surely, change again.
Some purse their lips to
kiss and others purse their lips
to show extreme displeasure.
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The same lungs we use
to whisper we holler with;
the intent governs the act.
How many sheepdogs
does it take to safely herd
one myopic ewe?
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Apparently it’s
two, especially when that old
myopic ewe has no clue.
When judging ourselves,
do we value what we do
over who we are?
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What we do and how
we do it, reveals who we
are to ourselves and others.
Even the pets felt
today’s heat and showed they much
preferred air conditioning.
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Meanwhile, I spent
my day proving that adage
‘about mad dogs and Englishmen.
A cool gentle breeze
may be all I desire;
I get hurricane warnings.
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When the new normal
is hurricanes, a gentle
breeze seems too much to hope for.
I hope the gently
falling rain will wash away
the cares of the day.
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Falling water
may wash pollen from the air,
but can not resolve all cares.