NOMENCLATURE

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NOMENCLATURE

We should rename war 

"Destroying Children's Lives"

Because telling it like it is

Is the first step towards not 

Destroying children's lives

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THE END OF YOUR ROPE

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THE END OF YOUR ROPE

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Avoid inner conflicts

Especially the conflict where part of you has an urge to do something

But part of you also does not want to do it

Because of undesired consequences

Inner conflicts set us up to fight with ourselves

Which means you can never completely win

You are not a weak person who doesn't know their own mind

If you see yourself getting into a tug of war with yourself

Get a rolled up newspaper and whack your existential self

On the spot that says "Self Deception" until one side lets go

Then drop the rope, you don't need it anymore

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MORNING WISHES

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MORNING WISHES

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May a swordfish not chase and stab you

Nor a meteor fall on your head

May the Sun not go supernova

May your path be scenic and pleasant to tread

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CYCLE ROUND

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CYCLE ROUND

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The merry-go-round spins faster and faster

Until everything around is just a blur

The music is loud and lively 

Time spins away and the moment is pure

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No matter how fast the ride might go

Or how fancy the carousel horse struts

When it stops we are in the same place

But we have changed our outlooks

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CONDITIONS FOR SUCCESS

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CONDITIONS FOR SUCCESS

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We must be ready for success

Hydrated, centered, lots of rest

Eating healthy, feeling frisky

Avoiding investments that are risky

You most certainly can succeed

When you become the "you" you need

Once you are in training you can win

Is today the day that you begin?

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RECIPE FOR A NOMAD

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RECIPE FOR A NOMAD

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Once your goose is cooked

Serve it smothered in gray, lumpy self-pity

With a flaming hot side dish of blaming others

Serve this morning, noon, and night

Until you are heartily sick of this meal

Then you begin to forage for something with nutrition

And leave the sackcloth and ashes 

To blow away in the winds of change

Which never let up and sculpt our landscape wonderfully

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SPRUTAN

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SPRUTAN

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We can't re-do the past

Nor can we pre-do the future

We hold only this moment 

In the palm of our hands

A seed we can tenderly nurture

Until it grows and grows

Into a mighty tree whose branches

Reach to the stars

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