I was doing my

mindful meditation when

I recalled what I forgot.

~

Recalling the lost

seems to defeat the point of

meditating mindlessly.

All analysis

entirely depends on

the quality of data.

~

Not entirely.

The integrity and skill

of the analyzer counts.

Extending a paw,

Murphy invites me to join

her in a moment of purrs.

~

That serene moment,

punctuated by purring,

represents pure inner peace.

Just my opinion…

Any god that’s worth his salt

can’t be a one trick pony.

~

I don’t think it’s God

that has only one trick. I think

it’s God made in our image.

The bare bones of truth

remain after all the lies

and denials rot away.

~

And as time goes by

those old ossified remains

keep getting re-elected!

I remember when

I thought thirty-six was OLD

doubting I would live that long!

~

And yet here you are

teetering on the brink of

sixty , my young son.

Those who come late to

the bird feeder avoid fuss,

but still eat plenty.

~

Early arrivals

get to choose the choicest nuts

while laggards peck at millet.

What if our leaders

focused more on needs at hand

than on history’s legacies?

~

Making history

by addressing present needs?

How revolutionary!

One more discussion

that goes nowhere because hearts

and minds are closed tight.

~

History demonstrates

that tightly closed hearts and minds

are pre-conditions for war

History often paints

the most beautiful portraits

of despicable people.

~

Whoever is in

power decides who and how

to paint the chosen portraits.

Justifying words

can defy and conceal truths

that the heart knowingly holds.

~

A deceitful heart

loves obfuscatory words…

Anything to hide behind.

Life is a highway

and I want to ride it, all

unto death embrace.

~

We’ll ride life’s highway

together until I leave

for a rest stop in the sky.

Election Day – We

honor our democracy

when we cast our vote.

~

Corporate “people”

cast about vast stacks of cash;

selfishness outweighs honor.

In the dark of night,

in these chill depths of autumn,

vixens scream their wanton cries.

–

With the rising sun

comes lilting sounds of waking

birds to warm the chill of night.

Recalibrating

the sun is not an option,

so we just reset our clocks.

~

Human nature makes

changing clocks much easier

than just rising with the sun.

A pair of drumsticks;

pale commemoration for

so bright a music lover.

~

Finding symbols to

commemorate anyone’s

life is not easy.

What we see depends

on the angle we look from,

but it’s just a partial view.

~

By stereopsis

and parallax displacement,

we can see the world with depth.

This month’s early freeze,

perhaps a snowy winter;

compliments of El Niño!

~

The world could use some

cooling off after heated

battles leave us scorched.

I swear inscribed on

that passing funeral car were

the words “Lucky Stiff”.

~

All things considered,

given the state of the world,

an argument could be made…

Freaks come out at night,

even more on Halloween.

Forgot Hallow meant Holy.

~

Freaks in Congress hold

forth most days and fail to see

themselves as quite unholy.

Cold is forecast, but

for now we can bask in this

unexpected warm weather.

~

Cut the grass today

probably for the last time

until springtime warmth arrives.

Early colors glow

scarlet, yellow, and auburn

on one, among green Myrtles.

~

Right now trees and ground

display colorful arrays

all against a green background.

Willful ignorance

and the denial of facts

weakens our democracy.

~

“It’s a Republic”;

or so the ignorant screech,

when facts belie their belief.

Color me Jaded.

Nothing other people do

can surprise me anymore.

~

Kindnesses, both large

and small, can ease our jaded

souls. lift us up, bring some joy.

When the new speaker.

“ordained by God”, supported

election lies. did God wink?

~

God looked down, dismayed

by all that’s done in his name,

shaking his head, facepalming.

It’s a wondrous time,

this time in which we’re living!

It’s a wonder we still live…

~

And we can’t help but

wonder why we’ve been blessed when

others more worthy have not

When the contest

is us versus reality,

guess who the winner will be.

~

There is no power,

known among mere mortal men,

greater than self deception.

When the foot comes down,

does the chaos diminish

or do the eyes start rolling?

~

It all depends on

whose foot comes down and who will

be footing the bill.

The slightest shimmer

of swaying trees awakens

the shimmering parts of me.

~

Shimmers of sunlight

and other scintillations

illuminate our spirits.

Why do all these souls

manufacture differences

just to feel like they belong?

~

The belonging we

want can’t be manufactured.

It is simply felt.