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GRAND UNIFIED THEORY
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There is only one "now"
We are all together there
Everything we can think or do
Everyone and everywhere
Is now
Let us synchronize watches
We are together anyhow
Moving always and forever
On the undeniable path of now
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MY FIRST ROBOT
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I am going to name my first robot
Agamemnon
So, when it is hot weather, I can say
"Agamemnon, put the fan on,"
The robot will have a face of gold
And do exactly what it's told
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HECKLE AND JACKAL
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Resentment and Self-Pity are jackals
That want to feast on your life
They lope along beside you
Howling of their blame and strife
Call your inner dragon of courage
To drive the Jackals of Self Pity away
Self Pity and Blame are diseases
That sap the valor from your day
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A CHILD SHALL TEACH THEM
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We can't have racial unity because we are all different races
Nor can we have religious, economic, political, cultural
Or national unity either
The question arises "What kind of unity can we have?"
We have one shining example
That any baby, born anywhere, to any race, nation or religion
Can be successfully raised and nurtured by good people
Anywhere, at any time
That child, newborn and helpless
Is the purest and best chance we have to see
We are all One Humanity, One Soul
Needing only kindness, care and love
To survive, thrive, and grow into a loving person
That contributes much to a needy world
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RELEASE THE HOUNDS OF FRETTING
I walk for exercise
As I walk I plot, scheme, plan and devise
Ways to control, manage and fine tune every detail
But this morning, as I was walking, I had a new thought
"What if I don't try to control anything right now?
What if I just enjoyed walking and let the titanic forces
Of life, nature and the universe do their thing unaided?
What if I controlled nothing right now except my breath and stride?"
My joy was no longer being drained, my stress hormones shut off
As I calmly let my energy flow into the present moment.
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THAR SHE BLOWS
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Moby Dick was a great white whale
That swam in Ahab's mind
He scoured the oceans and seven seas
The whale for to find
He lost his leg, he lost his peace
He lost his perspective skills
He could only think of killing the whale
He blamed for all his ills
He spent his whole life chasing the object of his blame
An imaginary enemy he could neither kill nor tame
His one thought was to get the whale while ignoring his whole life
He could have had so many things, a home and loving wife
Harpoons can not kill a myth seen in a fever dream
If only Ahab could have realized things are not always how they seem
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WHEN THE VEIL PARTS
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The World has a memory of all that has passed before
Our own personal histories are dependent on the World memory
Like all memories, the World memory is incomplete
The narrative changes over time as new regimes come into power
And history is rewritten by the victors
Memories lost in the mists of time
Can be revealed by a new archeological find
Decoding a mystifying stone table
Even a drone flying over the remains of a great city
Reclaimed by the jungle
The World memory is in myths, customs, writings, drawings
But incomplete and skewed, huge chunks still waiting to be deciphered
What will the World memory say about these times?
What it always says - Wars, disasters, tyrants, inventions
New legislation
We are just now creating these memories
So there is still time to make good ones, to make progress
We can create a safe space for all to live in peace
Eternity is the time it takes for everything to happen
Let's make good memories for ourselves
May the World remember this time as the time
We figured it out
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TRACKING
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A mighty ship with a name I do not know
Comes from a faraway exotic land
Crossing the vast dangerous ocean
To a shore thousands of miles away
Where heroic beings unload it and bring to my very door
The anti-fungal nail cream I hope works effectively
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WISDOM VACCINE
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When we come across an angry, volatile, unreasonable person
Know this:
They are infected with a terrible disease
Passed down from generation to generation
It was the very first disease of Mankind
The disease of wanting to be the Highest of the on High
The Determiner of All Things
The One and Only Source of Truth
These sick folks are enraged that all things don't bend to their will
This emotional immaturity is a stage toddlers pass through
As they evolve into full grown men and women
But at the crucial moment, when personal responsibility and accountability start
They swerve off into right field, blaming others they have identified
For their diversion tactics
This Original Disease is contagious
One infected person can spread it to others
Their horrifying symptoms can spread to those who have not developed immunity
The immune have peace in their hearts and joy in their lives
Content with their rightful place in the world
Which is NOT Grand Ruler of It All
The immunes have a kingdom nonetheless
A kingdom of thoughts, intentions, actions and noble bearing
If the enraged bullies had a visible hideous pox
We would avoid them
Look for those who are nasty, critical, purple with rage
Aggressive, overloud, invasive
This is the Original Disease humanity must recover from
If we are to survive
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LIBERTY PUTS A FREEDOM RING ON IT
When Liberty walks across our land
She stops and takes each person's hand
To each she bestows duties and rights
Always with freedom in her sights
Liberty is stern but fair
To see that each one gets a share
We obey the laws but we are not sheep
Liberty has a promise she must keep
That all tyrants are doomed to fall
The law for one is the law for all
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THE WIND AT OUR BACKS
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There are upsetting thoughts I used to think
Ones that made my spirits sink
Right now my thoughts are useful and fun
Because I've culled and trained them one by one
I herd them like a border collie
To keep them away from ruinous folly
Any new thoughts I carefully choose
Only the helpful ones I can use
To navigate this brand new day
The thoughts push me forward
I'm on my way
The right thoughts can act like a mighty wind
To gently blow us towards our good fates
So think up fair winds and a smooth path forward
As we head towards tomorrow's gates
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THE PLAN
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We don't have to solve every problem in our lives
We just need to get through today
Only attitude makes the difference
Between what is work and what is play
So gird your loins, sharpen your wits
Our minds must be fully prepared
For what comes down our path today
Our journey will be fruitful and shared
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THE CURIOSITY DISEASE
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I am glad I am not fabulously wealthy
Because if I were fabulously wealthy
I would drive myself nuts
I would examine everything in my life with a powerful electron microscope
Then identify every parasite and pathogen on my nutritious body
I would run tox screens on every microplastic, pollution, virus riddled surface
Air quality would be meticulously analyzed, my body functions monitored and quantified
And a fleet of drones to patrol my secluded estate where emergency services
Could not get to me in time
I prevent my common sense from flying out the window
But great wealth would just give it a jet pack to the wild blue yonder
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PANDORA - PART 2
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While a person in a drought-stricken area prays for rain
Another person in a flood zone hopes it stops raining
One person lines up with a metal dish hoping for food
A different person steps off the scale determined to eat less
There are as many wishes as atoms in the universe
Hopes and dreams and prayers and schemes
Roil like altar smoke into the Great Unknown
Where we might have a pal in the Abyss
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CROWN OF STARS
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One of the greatest milestones of our development
Is when we feel like we exist even if no one sees us
Early in life we feel frightened or restless when alone
We need the security and validation of interaction
To truly feel tethered to existence
But one fine day we are alone, doing our thing
And we don't feel the need for another to validate our existence
We feel solid, real, a discrete entity that is complete and whole
This is the Throne of Power where we are the lone monarchs of our kingdoms
We can descend from our throne of power but the crown of our destiny
Sits firmly on our brow as we stride the Earth
Powerful, magical and upright we are ready for the revolution
Of doing the most good we can with whatever is at hand
We are world builders, backed by divine kindness and mercy
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TAA DAAA
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Just between me and you
Let me tell you something true
Before any job you wish to tackle
Showing up is half the battle
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Great if you are fit and ready
Clear of eye, hands are steady
That is ideal, but if you're rattled
Just show up, that's half the battle
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Whatever happens, for better or worse
You have to see, so show up first
No matter how things might be stuck
You can at least say "I showed up"
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BAD SAMARITANS
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A car might be zipping along the highway
Careful as careful can be
When suddenly an accident erupts
Cars ricochet off each other crazily
Spinning, a car flips on its side
Modern airbags prevent injury but the occupants are dazed
In a split second everything has changed
Others, seeing this mess unfold, pull their cars over
Run towards the flipped car, climbing up and over the wreck
To get the people inside out of the car because it might catch fire
Some of the running people are there to help,
Perhaps they have medical knowledge or are first responders
But some of the running people want to get there first
Not to help the crash victims but to help themselves
To any assets, a wallet, a purse, a cell phone that they can get their hands on
There are two kinds of people, my friend, that show up at an emergency
The Helpers and the Skells, who each have their own agenda
So keep an eye on those who act like they only want to help
They might be trying to take advantage of a chaotic moment
Because they thrive on chaos, turmoil and confusion
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BLOWN OFF COURSE
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What do you do when you see they are drifting away?
When they become less and less until they are mere dots
On the distant horizon
You hope they will change course, head back to you
They are too far out to hear you
Too far away to see you waving
You must build a lighthouse with a beacon
That shines day and night like a candle of hope
You can send them wishes for calm seas, safe adventures, fair weather
They might turn back around to the sheltering harbor you have prepared
A clean well supplied harbor named Welcome Home Wanderer
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WASH, RINSE, REPEAT
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I made some mistakes yesterday
Back when I was younger and less informed
Today I am older and wiser
I will not make yesterday's mistakes
I will come up with new ones today
And continue my education in how to spend
My day profitably and prophetably, I predict
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DECLARATION OF PEACEFUL INTENT
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We will not be provoked by the provokers
The angry words of people angry beyond all reason
We will not be insulted by the rude and insensitive
Nor outraged by outrageous lies and slander
All these tactics are meant to prove that everyone
Is an insensitive bully just like them
That we are no better than they are
That we live in a world where the biggest meanest dog
With the loudest bark is somehow the leader
A dog eat dog world of unpleasantness
And vicious squabbles
But many of us are not snarling curs
We are intelligent people of reason and goodwill
We will walk past furious nasty purple faced noisemakers
The grapes of wrath
As we would walk past an enclosure that contains a rabid dog
Because we are off to have a nice day as their barking fades in the distance
With like-minded others of good hearts and courage
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V IS FOR VOICE
Some Americans are very outspoken
They are all up in your face
Many Americans are more laid back
They think of riots as a disgrace
Whichever kind of American you might be
I think it is important to note
Americans care how America goes
Quiet or riot, they will vote
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A SINGLE STEP
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Today is not the day to give up
Because today you will learn something amazing about yourself
If you keep going, keep chipping away at it
Shoo away discouraging words
Breathe in determination, exhale doubts and worry
Because just for today
You simply refuse to give up
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NO TRESPASSING
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Where there are boundaries there will be trespassers
Some blunder in by mistake and leave apologetically when they realize their error
But some are clever people who live by their own morals
And think they are the exception to your rules
The main thing they need to understand is that
They can't be here where you are
If they won't leave you alone then you must leave them alone
Utterly
Do not engage with thought, word or deed
They are gone baby gone
With not a snowball's chance in hell of being welcomed back
We can't wear "No Trespassing" signs around our necks
So we must have an inner bouncer, a guard
Patrolling the perimeters, on that wall day and night
Keeping the dignity and peace of your kingdom
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THESE DAYS
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These days I don't wake up and launch myself into my day
As I did when I was a child
These days I must mentally prepare myself
To face the day ahead
First, I sort out the exterior stuff from the interior stuff
Once you have studied history, the warlike ways of the world
Nothing comes as a surprise
Every manner of wickedness and folly
Written about in ancient times is just as vibrant today
Humans are quirky contentious creatures
No use shaking your fist at the entire population of the planet
The same problems have been roiling around unsolved for thousands of years
Therefore, my mental preparations in the morning
Is, essentially, me giving myself a pep talk
Plus planning nutritious meals and necessary exercise
Grabbing my attitude of fierce determination
I plot my goals, like a general planning a campaign
To bolster this, I read something edifying
To add to the swirling thoughts in my head
An ill wind can blow me many miles off course
If I don't plan out my day, goals and touchstones
I devise a spiritual GPS to get me to my destination
Which is a day well lived, time productively spent, a peaceful heart
As I say my prayers and close my eyes in sleep
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MENU
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Sprinkle your sustenance with star dust
Wash the past away with tears
Heat up your tea with passion
Make a thick sandwich of years
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We all eat at the Infinity Diner
Breakfast any time so you aren't late
Could you ask for anything finer
Than immortality on a blue plate?
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Chew your minutes up carefully and slowly
You don't want choke on a week
At the Infinity Diner on One Source Road
You will always find what you seek
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HUNTING BLIND
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I don't know what I'm looking for
What I want to complete my life
I have used a process of elimination
To cross off the things I definitely do NOT want
But aside from my immediate needs today
I will just have to see what the Universe has to offer
I will keep an open mind because, historically
Chance has played as big a role
As white-knuckle determination
In getting what will aid and sustain me
On my long and winding path
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BARREN DESOLATION
If ICE agents come to call
Don't engage with them at all
Find out exactly where they are
And stay away
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Sidewalks and streets all bare
Not a soul in sight anywhere
Just the landscape and thin air
What can they say?
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It is not illegal to keep out
Close stores, no one about
How can they use their clout
If no one is there?
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Activism must be smart
A bad ending needs a start
By staying away, you take part
ICE can intimidate the air
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ME-NAGERIE
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Bat toes and aardvarks and dragonfly wings
These are a few of my favorite things
When too much human world starts rushing in
I stop to admire the armored pangolin
When the world's prospects start to look dark
I pretend to be a Great White Shark
I patrol the waters without a care
Indifference in my doll's eye stare
Or a hawk making infinity signs in the skies
Diving down like feathered death with focused eyes
I embrace all of Nature's creatures
All have talents, all are teachers
The next time you need to feel wild and free
Hop like a kangaroo and you will see
There are so many ways to get the day
We can turn our work into play
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THE SHRUG OF INDIFFERENCE
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If you ever visit Washington
The city of ambition and dreams
Be sure to visit the Great Hall of Mirrors
Where nothing is quite as it seems
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You think you see something before you
But when you reach out your hand
You grab a whole lot of nothing
There is nothing to understand
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Just illusion after illusion
Always more to sift through
There is no end to flimflam
Under the sun nothing is new
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When you leave the Great Hall of Mirrors
To stand in the sun and the air
You see it was a merry go round going nowhere
Only real things are reasons to care
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ENEMIES - YOURS AND MINE
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I try to kill off my enemies before they kill me
Go get a microscope if you want to see
A yeast, a virus, a fungus, a mold
These are the enemies so sickeningly bold
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I wash my hands thoroughly with lots of soap
I gargle with saltwater for a scratchy throat
Eat healthy foods with vitamin C
To keep my foes from getting to me
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Let us defeat our enemies with lethal measures
And a heightened immune system that guards our treasures
Day and night they patrol the rampart walls
We rejoice the day another enemy falls
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