After almost one
year of mondo zen, when might
enlightenment come ?
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Like turning seasons
and rising and setting suns,
enlightenment arises.
A Great Imponderable
How does one resolve
The God of boundless mercy
With the plague of the firstborn?
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As one firstborn to
another, let me just say,
“Mystery abounds.”
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Getting Started
If you were looking
for an antidote to hate
where would you begin?
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Prevention beats cure.
Vaccinate your heart against
politics and religion.
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Facing Eternity
As the leaves begin
to change, might we imitate
nature and change too?
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Is this our time to
wither upon the stem and
fall into winter’s embrace?
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The Findings
And when we have found
that which we have been seeking,
would we, then, be satisfied?
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On this temporal
plane, temporarily is
the name of the game.
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Seeking Humanity
What must we do to
open ourselves to beauty,
truth and compassion?
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Look upon the world
with clear eyes, open minds,
and hearts unhardened by fear.
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No Tea For Thee
Is it possible
that there is more than one way
to reach our destination?
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Not if you are a
card-carrying member of
the infamous Tea Party.
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No! The Other Right!
How many roads must
a man walk down before he
lets a woman point the way?
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It’s not the letting!
It’s about the choice to heed
ubiquitous directions!
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Let It Flow
When creative juice
evaporates in the sun,
who can rehydrate the pen?
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Creative juices
evaporate when not used,
so pick up that pen and write.
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Front Loading
Preemptive stitches –
wouldn’t they be far better
than preemptive strikes?
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I have often thought
prepaid consequences would
encourage better choices.
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Soul Magic
Is it high magic
when people perceive the light
even in darkest hours?
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Those who see the light
in the darkest hours are
true magicians of the soul.
Summerlike Companionship
What’s the best response
to shallowness of thinking
and coldness of heart?
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Perhaps it’s better
to wade in deeper water
and stroll along warmer paths.
Essential Matters
When our hearts shatter
Into shards of grief and loss,
how can we mend the tatters?
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To mend our shattered
hearts we must be given love
enough and unhurried time.
Rage against the Indifferent Omnipotent
When we’ve prepared for
hurricanes that don’t hit, why
is there some disappointment?
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Do we, secretly,
long to shout defiant rage
into some almighty’s face?
In Good Time
When sorrow’s sodden
wrap envelopes soggy souls,
What rekindled their fire?
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Knowing that they’ll be
given warmth and love and not
be hung out to dry.
Time Trials
When we know taking
our time matters, why do we
race against the clock?
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The true trick lies in
taking time for what matters
and using that time wisely.
Wrecked But Not Ruined
When furious winds
fly havoc ’round our spirits,
Who picks up the scattered wrack?
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Picking up always
seems to fall to those lucky
enough to survive and care.
Amusing Musing on Muses
Now that October
has burst upon the scene,
who’s changing the props?
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“All the world’s a stage,
the people merely players”…
Props and poems? Thalia!
Really?!
I mean, lemons
are fine and all, but really!
When will enough be enough?
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Endless supply of lemons,
prospect of perpetual
lemonade – life’s full bounty
Beholding the Shadows
What makes it so hard
to look beneath the hard ground
of anger and see the fear?
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For many, anger
is a well worn shoe, but fear
too terrifying to behold.
Do’s and Don’ts
What else can we do
with life’s bushel of lemons
besides making lemonade?
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What we shouldn’t do
is swallow them whole or hurl
them at passersby.
A Pleasure to Meet You
If one finally found
oneself, what would you suggest
one do with what’s found?
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A quiet tea time
reflection is a great way
to deepen a new friendship.
A Warm Greeting
As the weather cools
and Autumn showers fall, how
shall we greet this season’s call?
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Gathered together,
we’ll greet the season with
joy and thanksgiving.
The Heart of Darkness
My son, if the moon
could talk to the sun, what do
you think she would say?
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“You light up my life,
give me hope to carry on,
and you fill my nights with song.”
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Only Then
If the proof is in
the pudding, is it fifty,
or sixty, or older still?
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At whatever age
we are, the test of any
pudding comes with the eating.
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Peircing Gaze and Razor Pen
What draws a poet
to look both at and beyond
the ordinary?
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Longing deep enough
to strip away the surface;
endless search for hidden truth.
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Elective Matters
Is the problem with
running, knowing when to start
or, more likely, when to quit?
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To run or not to
run lies at the very heart
of this elective matter.
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A Two Headed Dragon
When temptation rears
its seductive head, how do
we go about keeping ours?
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Relax. All’s not lost.
That ugly, hungry, head might
be creation’s crown instead.
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Burned Out
What is one to do
when the universe calls for
steam but all the wood is burnt?
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This is what happens
when the universe calls and
we and the wood are burned out.
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Ways and Means
Which is easier:
to go with the flow or nod
and appear to know?
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Neither the dead fish
nor the bobble-headed doll
are finding much wisdom.
Mondo Sedoka 