MOTHER OF ALL MYSTERIES

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THE MOTHER OF ALL MYSTERIES

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Does the Universe have a mother?

I do not think it does

Nor do I think the Universe was created from nothing

In Nature there is never nothing

Only something that keeps morphing into new forms

Using the same ingredients

Stirred in the cauldron of time

A rich soup of atoms and titanic forces

Swirled with the wand of change and transformations

Scientists ponder this mystery

And people of faith have beliefs about the beginning

Yet nothing has solved the mystery of our origins for me

Good thing I am content with the mystery

I am a product of this mystery through the process

Of infinite change that has given birth to the splendor and awe

My finite mind admires from my tiny vantage point

Amid the stars

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THE BOUNDARY

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THE BOUNDARY

There are many boundaries between this and that

Someone can think weird thoughts

Plot bizarre plots, say disturbing things

Have flights of fancy that are so high they could orbit

The real world indefinitely

But if they stay within the fences and hedges of the law

Their inner life, no matter how peculiar, is not actionable

Prisons are not filled with people who only thought about mayhem

The prisons are filled with people who put their thoughts into actions

A clear line is drawn between violent ideation and violent actions

The iron bars between being eccentric and being so dangerous

They must be contained.

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PEEK A BOO

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PEEK A BOO

Sometimes things look like faces

They are not really a face, but they look like a face

Not only that

Often the face looks some kind of way

Happy, sad, angry, threatening

Yet we know beyond a shadow of a doubt

That this is not a face expressing emotions at all

Something in our own brains is hardwired to look for meaning

In what is essentially without meaning

A situation can look like one thing

While being something else entirely

A person can appear one way to us until they speak

Then we see we were mistaken

Everyone likes to think they are a good judge of character

But judging character takes a long time because some people

Make their way in the world by disguising their true nature

With an act

This is why the Cloud of Unknowing is such a valuable place

To hang out, maybe have a cuppa and just wait

Until we see what's what, how things will play out

Meanwhile we are not playing yoyo with our hopes and fears

Unknowing frees our minds up wonderfully

We are poised to react at the right time

If you find yourself in the Cloud of Unknowing you can relax

Until the winds of change and time

Blow it away and we can see the big picture

As it is

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PUGNACIOUS

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PUGNACIOUS

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Ready to fight and argue

At any time and at all times

With anyone and everyone

About anything and all things

Drunk or sober, in sickness and in health

Forever and ever, without pause or cause

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MY FAVORITE PANTS

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MY FAVORITE PANTS

The denim is of poor quality, kind of like burlap

The contrast stitching is barely adequate

They are devoid of style

And the fit ... well, they don't fit

Fit was never even an option

Yet they are loose, comfy, and my hand

Almost on its own

Reaches out to grab them for the day

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MAKE A FUSS

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MAKE A FUSS

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Make a fuss, raise a stink

Let your elected representatives know what you think

Voice your objections, speak your mind

Write strongly worded letters so they are not blind

They were elected to do our will

So air your opinions, complain until

Your representatives see you are displeased

Cause the squeaky wheel gets the grease

If getting re-elected is what they seek

Then we We the People must take time to speak

Our voices will be heard, guaranteed

We can vote in this democracy

Write and call them, and make a note

That you have opinions, and you vote.

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TRAFFIC TIME

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TRAFFIC TIME

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Who are the people that don't use turn signals?

Run red lights, blow past stopped school buses

As the children try to make it home alive?

Who drive twice the speed limit

Cuts other cars off in traffic

Races the train to the tracks?

Even if they don't care about their own lives

Don't they care about the lives of others?

Do rules irritate them and so they scoff at the laws?

Are these mistakes, lapses in judgement, driving impaired?

We could have much more safety on the road if we all

Obeyed the traffic laws.

Is there someone who doesn't want to get home in one piece?

I think some of this might be about time

Our limited time and the gut clenching feeling as our time runs 

Through the hourglass in our subconscious minds

Our mortal life is limited and when we are in traffic every second

Seems precious, like a prize worth fighting for

This causes angry hurried emotions that cause 

Risk taking, rude behavior, and fatal wrecks

Which smash the hourglass and spill the sand forever.

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