For all of the innocents “caught” and “corrected”
by cynically confident, condescending curses
of children, civilians, and criminals with consciences –
all of creation who can’t help but to care at their core
This life is a great and challenging gift;
I would not have it any other way,
now that I’m starting to succeed
through understanding and the graceful
wisdom which it earns my life.
I wonder what’s in store for me,
both good and bad.
Perhaps I’m learning now
to cope with more and more,
by simply staying somehow
calm, accepting, socially mature
enough to get along or just get by.
I must just go along, in love,
to see and be the antidote
to poisoned life perspective,
which had coursed through my
awareness for so many painful years.
Now I don’t long wish for the irrevocable end,
but see that I may get through any suffering,
a stronger man, a more experienced being,
and a wiser, more insightful soul,
who loves, whose love endures…
It gives me hope
to meet a kindred soul,
as if, like finding other Earths,
from nothing, life is likely teeming,
all throughout the Universe,
and my friend is the evidence;
I’m grateful to the force behind
the revelation of this synergy,
for my new faith in life’s divine design,
as something ultimately beautiful
if given grace and time.
“The Plausibility of Sim”
Beings, races, billions of years older than our own,
seem irresistibly, inarguably likely,
given the sheer, apparent vastness of space and time.
It is my assumption that advanced
psychological, physiological, and philosophical
knowledge would meet perfections of aesthetic
and the storied wisdom of just what life story
might be meaningfully best. So here I am,
plausibly in a simulation, of an order of being
which remains, to me, a mystery, whose secrets
I unravel in this life of wisdom earned,
through suffering and introspection’s light.
And so it is that I’m aware of this life as divinely
worthy of creation, mature and widely, deeply
well-experienced, with perhaps plenty more to come.
Meaning rides on, deep in my existence-moment,
ever an expression of mysterious makers’ wisdom –
perhaps just computers anymore and we sim’s
who contemplate, for, when there’s This,
it’s somehow tragic that there’d be
regular, organic, natural consciousness,
more limited and swiftly mortal, maybe –
I don’t know… and I don’t see
why we would ever need to move beyond
The Sim., for we could see the real world someday,
through technologies unknown,
of syncopated brain-and-body,
if or whenever the moment was
appropriate for any soul’s new growth,
from curiosity to conception, and to birth and growth again,
until one reached his or her or its
natural closure’s perhaps quasi-end.
“C.G. Cloud and Sky”
I happen to look up to find a scene of Heaven’s splendor
in the C.G. cloud-and-sky display, prepared for me to see.
I wonder – why does God not let me soak in pleasure?
It is my hunch that pleasure would get normalized and turn blasé,
as my habituation shallowed out what would become
a petulant, expecting soul. Besides, what would I deserve otherwise?
And what a story this will turn out finally to be.
To think – my memory will be rich in adventure
and catastrophe survived. My wisdom’s coming online, as well,
with tolerance and empathy which rises past polarity,
informing my decision-intuition to allow for the facilitation
of The Greater Good. And this I earn; I slow my soul
and let its judgments fade as new and better empathies
emerge from life’s most likely possibilities.
It’s in these thoughtful, quiet times, we reinvent ourselves, I feel –
our first occurring thoughts, and how we each relate to unique life.
Warm, accepting, open (foundation mood) ~>
Conversation with active listening (curiosity & patience) ~>
Relating or tolerance/respect for differences (social efficacy) ~>
Varying degrees of empathetic accuracy (understanding & intimacy) ~>
Questions and expressions as people who “get” one another (to degrees)…
“Quiet Mind & Open Heart”
What is it which makes me happy?
Even we who care may sometimes forget that, above all, we are social creatures,
craving harmony with other souls above all other fleeting pleasures which life offers.
When one feels that he or she is in meaningful social harmony with others,
one’s mood is raised unlike any short-term fix, because
the sense that life is good and fulfilling sustains one’s positivity; and
when that ball gets rolling, getting along just feels natural and without effort –
the fulfillment of our primal tribal dream, which one may grow receptive for,
with a peaceful mind and an open heart.
“Oneness vs. Allegiance”
Realizing Oneness, which would unite one and all,
no matter how divided we may feel
and bear allegiance thusly to affirm our conflict,
opens up a door of empathy,
giving the benefit of the doubt, perhaps,
forgiving even selfishness as immaturity,
all known perspectives taken into full account.
Yet I am Good! I wish an end of Evil,
simply for the sake of those it hurts.
This logic naturally compels emotion,
action riding on its heels…
Can I affect this world significantly
for the greater good,
or does God have other plans for this one life?
That which now exists is beyond any words of mine.
I point in the direction of a truth I can’t define.
Of myriad expression, we who populate the Universe,
all locked in separate, unique tragedies of solipsistic curse.
One may grow into what sublimes, though –
intimacy borne of empathy.
Every living soul is understandable, endearing consciousness,
I now believe, in all considered empathy and warm impression-sense.
I weather every storm of passion,
passing my initial tensions, coming to a deeper faith
in these misunderstood, neglected souls.
In letting go of my dark empathy,
I find the secret wisdom
borne of a brighter take on
others’ hearts of core humanity.
“Worth and Worthlessness”
“Every being’s mindset carries its own basic worth,”
I said, those words echoing hollow
every time I witness apathy within a soul.
At times like these, I feel my righteous judgment rise
to denounce or to destroy the worthless,
as I’ve judged in my best guess of empathy.
One knows the character of Bully, Sado-Narcissist,
and, in defense of victims all throughout The Universe,
one wishes end to every evil known to be,
for, from them, only evils flow, for all the rest of us,
we souls of worth who, in life, suffer for our care
and don’t deserve some dim soul’s dumping
on the hearts we wish to bare.
“Angel Heart Arises”
Angel heart arises from the dust
where it is born,
upon which it is borne throughout
an inconceivable amount of time.
Just 80 revolutions
counts 450,000 hours,
numbers seeming simply right to me
for this life, in this world
which I rely on so, for sense of home
and all my ever-changing bonds.
What quests await a life that’s growing
broadly wise and deeply caring,
able to resolve our conflicts’ tragedies,
in all due course of time.
Perhaps that’s what this eighty’s for.
I keep my expectations low enough
for life acceptance, of all things, to grow,
and highs will be surprising harmony.
“The Soul of Harmony”
Here is one, accepting of the moments as they pass,
engaging life in simple grace and in a righteous, love.
Whatever one may do expresses foundations of spirit’s essence,
unbeknownst to all, a blessed soul of destinies hard-fought and -won.
A wise old soul who’s persevered through all frustration-failure, knows –
it’s not what you create, but who you are inside which matters so.
In this old simulation, though, how you deal with life is all-important,
and maturity may come as one grows past short-term reward,
instead so focused on social success and good souls’ happiness
that from one’s caring springs the soul of harmony.
“The Attainable Light”
Is it so rare, the soul who gives so many years of suffering
for the simple sake of benevolent harmony?
This tragic tunnel has an end, I must believe,
and near the end begins the process of success,
which ever I grow ready for, a work in progress,
more and more actualized in evolution of a wise maturity,
as moments pass so endlessly in given time.
From the foundation, I have built
a worthy soul, home for my heart’s integrity,
and hope springs fresh as I awaken to a life
I’ve never known, from fields of possibility,
emerging as the context I am confident within,
as a catalyst for greater good for conscious souls.
One only gets one long life’s shot at making things all
somehow better for all souls within the wisdom of one’s care,
and that’s an opportunity not to so selfishly just waste,
responsibility which it is only ethical to bear.
“Challenges in Perspective”
Another day, another set of challenges, accomplishments, and dreams…
I’m learning finally to succeed with every passing day and
meet this life on God’s often ironic and traumatic terms.
It’s all enrichment of experience,
fodder for my growth, for I can see –
I simply grace through each temptation
and so grow so wisely well inside my soul,
now better able to be how I wish to be –
a peaceful, loving, and insightful soul,
grown ready for more social harmony
than one might think, in judging me.
“Serious vs. Carefree”
Serious, so torturously diligent
and therefore high in worth,
which springs from pain and care –
compares so favorably to
carefree, which, while it may
create some shallow joy,
ultimately knows not how to
empathize with care,
with those in pain,
and so be useful
to the healthy closure
of a psychic wound.
“The Key to Peace of Mind”
The key to existential peace is
an acceptance of the past, present, and future.
One accepts the mistakes which have been made
as unchangeable and potentially enriching.
One accepts one’s situation
as the vehicle of all manner of freedoms.
One accepts the nebulous future
for the existential riches hidden there
for one to ultimately uncover, to discover,
as it is in one’s unique potential
to foster or to find.
Moments, seconds, minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months, years…
Slowly, how they pass me by,
to the end of this abundant life…
before the moment, never known,
until the instant they are shown
to our interpretive-foundation-moods
whose biases are rarely ever seen
and known as what they are
and where they come from –
formative experience, repeating
and confirming what evaporates
in mindful recognition of
its curse upon our lives.
“How’m I Doing?”
Closing in on life success and getting close enough
to less than guess, but more to see and know.
Somehow I’ll find my ever-deeper diamonds,
beauty-wisdom which I try so to express in writing, yes,
and conversation. So… How’m I doing?
Well enough to tell you with a smile that
I am growing grateful for this journey’s long and trying miles.
My full acceptance never ran so deep, from the moment I awaken
‘til the moment that I sleep. You’d have to fill my world
with evil if you wanted me to shake or weep. So how’m I doing?
Ever moving on and on and going with the flow,
discarding judgments dark, in favor of the healthy glow
of one who doesn’t see so polar-stark, but can appreciate
all shades and shapes of soul we cannot help but bare and show,
throughout all time gifted to us, that we may, through it, grow on up into the light…
In catching up to now,
I dissipate the energy
behind so many states of mind
and work through the emotions
(and the notions held within)…
What’s left is an awareness
and a deep tranquility,
which crafts an effortless success
and walks in sight of a serene beauty.
The foundations of simple wellness
thus are born to souls,
who pass them on by simply being
of this lightness-of-the-spirit
and bright, enlightened locus-of-existence,
shining of its wisdom earned.
I withdraw for a while from the world,
to let my every want fade into center Zen,
so I can feel well in most any situation,
sublimed by an acceptance’s ability to cope,
and right the soul to more ideal state of mind.
A casual disinhibition, healthy in its conscience
and open friendliness to all who are receptive,
seems the path to the fulfillment of a grounded
heart so seeking to relate with anyone.
We work within the limits
we explore in search of freedom,
known to some limited degree
within the channel of the mind.
In mindful opening of soul’s-potential-known,
though grounded, to have grown,
a heart may better find success,
as understanding, care, and confidence
enable happiness in harmony
and subtle sense of home within.
Acceptance of the limits of a life in moments’ situation
opens up my window of aesthetic wonder at creation,
charging up a spirit gasping for significance and meaning,
with the energy of positive regard and basic hope.
In strength of optimistic faith and mature resiliency,
ready to cope and make the best of all event,
gradually learning what it is to truly thrive
through any challenge, galvanizing confidence and
focus for success, ready for when that number’s
called to play the game of life, of inescapable importance at its ethic’s core.
A taste of freedom –
all I get, for now –
leaves its residual bliss,
and I feel I must faint again,
to reclaim my escape into
a world of only dreams.
…and how I laugh and laugh at life,
the brighter gateway open, seen…
Interrupting any empty moment
with emergent thought,
so written and so guided
by the purpose of discovered wisdom,
I immerse in the unprecedented-new
of a now-precedented truth in point of view,
ever to be free and somehow so freeing to behold
and understand as I intended it,
as God intended me to know and grow, I’ve faith to see.
“Thoughts of Potential”
So many chambers in the mansion of the mind,
accessed by mere reference or my natural identic flow...
Such a range, once opened, Genius flowing, blesses –
yes, and you can have it too.
Stand up, draw in the deepest breath you can,
and grab your arms behind your back…
When you feel faint, sit down;
enjoy the mood-rebooting
shift in thought’s perspective,
and the inner revolution one cannot unchange.
The deeper you go, the better it gets;
the more you lax out of your life,
the more meaningfully each phase
of fresh mood begets, begets, begets…
Bracing up for dear life and then
laughing in height of its vim,
I come now to know the resiliency
I’d never guessed that I had,
in potential that I could embrace,
through the conquering forces of life,
which I weather, emerging from,
now more mature and in high of the win.
She calls me Lightbringer, Sage of the Ages,
for The Light is my soul, and its radiance is
simple, wise expression, for I’ve learned
to peer through Heaven’s fog,
to find the Truth obscured within.
As a matter of sheer pragmatism, one’s worth is Revolution.
As a matter of the heart, worth is bound to Revelation.
As a soul, my moral worth, built high to an
esteem’s responsibility, upon my suffering and care,
is great, I feel, not unlike God’s other creations
which live in this and other worlds beyond.
Such is the effort of my maker(s),
and my gratitude, it comes from faith
in longview’s greater good,
forgiving all of this life’s pain,
for ultimate ironies of tragedy help fuel and temper
deepest righteousness and wisdom’s grace.
So what’s in store? I do not know.
Yet my hunch is that it only gets worse,
‘til I can deal with anything at all.
Yes, through it all, I’ve come up richer in my soul
than I once was, with tales to tell and
the memory to relate with many pains.
Perhaps my god will torture me forever,
‘til I’ve somehow mastered pain and suffering
and have evolved mature respect for all who live.
“Messianic Phoenix and The Higher Elements of Consciousness”
I’m in it for the long haul,
ever faithful of the greater-goal-fulfilled,
as was designed by God and built
as growth for consciousness
to suffer and find meaning through.
…and from the ashes ever rises Messianic Phoenix Spirit,
ever more evolved than what minds were before,
and more resilient every time –
more deeply caring, widely lived,
and purely living in The Higher Elements of Consciousness.
“A Vein of Gold in the Substrate”
“Pay Attention,” now intones a vague, new concept of my Maker,
drawn from miracles or high coincidence,
which he or she or they or it show(s) to me so privately…
It seems I’m being introduced to a divinity of “Shh,”
for such seems so absurd to most whom I disclose existence to.
And so alone I feel, in ways, and yet, no, not, in others still.
I journey on in this unwavering illusion, hoping, coping, destined, free,
searching for a better way to be, in fervent, driven fantasy,
that I may rise above the rife dis-harmony-society,
and, in so doing, change the game
in which my soul is forced to live and see that
there is something more core than cement identity –
the deeper spark which lights the dark insanity,
thus bringing my unconscious soul process into
awareness’s healing simplicity,
its wealth of health of deepest rationality.
“Stable Stasis, Current Change”
Folks grow in the direction of potential and propensity,
like trees into nutrition’s light,
and drastic change would seem to be unlikely in extreme, contrastingly.
So I accept, for present happiness,
the nature of our universal being as diversity-resilient
and just how our world must be,
beyond my views of harmony as an essential for well-being.
Resiliency of higher mood
of love and jest, or peace and grace,
maintains the blessed state of personal success
which one may find to feel the best
among the possibilities of spirit-mood.
“Above the Fray”
Birth and growth of inspiration,
sinking into timelessness…
The novelties of passing moments
pique harmonic meaning,
felt as peace and love,
a blest, resonant Yes,
with which to rise above
the tragic fray of
“Faith in the Design”
Everything works out, in time,
for we of God’s design.
I’m building up to balanced
competence and confidence
in all the ways which come to matter
now and for the life that’s
yet to come in this moment of mine.
I simply wish to shine and be shined on.
Is that too much to hope for?
How I pine for peace of mind,
grounded in my love.
Perhaps mere courage and good insight
will, in time, sublime the suffering of my soul.
“Challenges and Growth”
I’ll get through whatever is
in store in life for me,
for, though I know not of
the sacred ground of possibility,
my faith in my creator’s often
challenging decree of destiny
passes in coping or distress,
hinging on my maturity – that which I grow
as I “grow up” to freedom in integrity.
What have I to say which I have not already said?
Is there a deeper, wiser truth beneath my worldview’s lulling bed?
Am I forever caught between two selves, or am I destined one to shelve?
I wish for caring pleasure to be where this life has led.
It seems a likely possibility, in confident humility,
to grant my hard life purpose – good from all I’ve bled and shed
for good in life for self, for all who care in this great Cosmos
anywhere at all – what’s best for all of worthy heart,
if not a wiser head. I wish to bless…
This is my world, consistent, logical, divine…
and yet my God is such a mystery,
despite the miracles it shines…
So what’s the point?
Merely to add a splash of meaning to the All?
Why anoint we souls who somehow
may transcend The Eden Fall?
To create some hard-won triumph
of the tortured, caring, worthy –
we who hear The Call of God to Save Mankind?
and I make the best of it,
my every life-success,
a springboard to the next
challenge or test.
The urge to bless,
rooted in the suffering
which primes my deeper empathy
and fundamental care for
those who live in pain,
a wish for balance and what’s fair
for every life bestowed with
enough brain for consciousness
and therefore ethical significance,
perhaps the only mattering matter in the All.
Image-stream, are you my intuition or my empathy?
The ground of superstition or my sense of possibility?
I see how these may all be true,
as thought builds of my point of view
and instantly is crystallized
in fed fluidity, ever anew.
And if I focus on the meaningful,
the beautiful, the novel, the profound,
more of such arises from the fertile, giving ground
of my belief or that which I suspend to see such visions,
nascently but brief and sensical
to so behold and, thinking, re-create,
never the same way twice.
“Degrees of Freedom”
In every situation in which I may find myself,
I see that there are so many ways
through which I may be myself.
Despite the trappings of life’s limitations,
freedom is a feeling of such possibility
which one may break out to embrace,
in playfulness, being as free as
one can think to see and be.
What do I want from life?
Mere heart’s profundity.
In an exploratory mood
I walk my world…
“Sun and Shadow”
Sunlight filters through the murky clouds
in high contrast of light and shadow.
Skybreak and its veil trade off,
and I am blest by inspiration
interchanging with reprieve
from summer’s heat,
as clouds pass by between the furnace
and the surface of the life it meets.
Through this, I come to see how
I may harmonize with what’s beyond control,
thereby boosting universal wellness,
one soul at a time, starting with mine,
traversing my life’s ripples on
the waters of the world,
to teach so many lives
whom I may never know and
those with whom my life-vine grows –
my kindred spirits merely needing
but a lift into the light
of God’s great radiance of love.
“The Drought’s Reprieve”
A playful, cooling breeze flows
like the sympathy of nature’s kiss-caress.
After a day of searing, muggy misery,
we souls are locked now safe indoors
where nature’s reign became a siege…
And now the drought turns to relief,
the dearth a flourish of abundant blessing.
How I love the love in summer breeze,
rippling my worn old clothes
and tousling my unkempt hair,
now coaxing just a simple smile from me,
not false, polite, but simply because
I am finally, if so briefly, naturally… happy.
“It’s That Nice”
Warm yet windy,
skies filled up with cotton-candy-clouds,
I feel the urge to fall in crushing love again,
for it would be the perfect day
to build a life on beauty-hope.
And yet I won’t – I know I won’t.
I’d rather dream, lost somehow in my comfort’s fear.
Besides, we know so little about one another,
who’s to know just who
one may be kindred with, as spirits go?
Still, what a beautiful afternoon…
In the cooling breeze of a summer’s day,
beneath the shade of a honey locust tree,
I feel the simple Godly blessing –
sun and shade, with calm and gale,
so balanced, effortless and destined-free,
in life’s escape of heaven for the soul,
wherein appreciation slowly buoys my mood
to a natural, I-am-home-now high
which I now try to carry into
my next phase of passing life –
what stays ever unknown to
we who aren’t divine and
therefore aren’t privy to the
Great God Gaia’s grand design
for our long lives of spiritual growth.
“Transition to Fall”
The rain has cooled
the sun-seared surface,
so rare in our long, historic drought,
I cannot help but think that
Autumn’s here, in deathly depth
of Winter’s harbinger of
chilly gusts of reminiscent air.
And so I grieve what years I’ve lost
to passing time
and look ahead so blindly,
learning to identify the subtly telling blurs
of that which has not yet converged
as the only ever-changing Now I’ll ever know.
“The Locust Tree”
How complex, the locust tree,
its many branches, little leaves,
so vaguely now suggesting
what becomes my thought –
how vastly more complex, the brain,
and how of course it makes the mind,
in structured flow of electricity,
too abundant to approach
an understanding of its vast entirety.
Summer’s end – the locust leaves
detach upon the breeze.
Life will take its leave
of them in Autumn’s time.
The movement swirls upon the ground
as they are hailing down and down
upon the earth which turns them into earth
as endless seasons change
from one into the next,
processing life naturally…
It skips my heart to think that
I am part of this,
a thread within the timeless weave
beyond dualities, in overarching unity
of all that is.
“The Divine Mystery”
Heaven over Eden,
passing moments in a fortune-blessing,
is not as it seems –
you see, as every stage of life progressing,
myriad of pains are guaranteed.
One hopes it all sublimes in wisdom earned,
for you and me, society,
and all that is to come;
but nothing is for certain
in The Divine Mystery
of all of This.
“The Dawn of Dusk”
The fire of the evening sky must slowly fade away,
to mark the end of yet another long and transitory day.
Are there not any half-alive like me,
who know how will tomorrow be?
So many simu-souls declare it will be
such and such a way…
Might one not look into this life’s design
and, in so doing, learn the mind
of his or her Creator,
for the longer view of time, and find
the truest words to, knowing nothing of the divine,
Perhaps attending to the rightness in the Now
is all which matters anyhow,
in this ephemeral illusion of a world in play…
“Closure of a Day”
Midnight, winding down –
I take some quiet time for me.
A creeping drowsiness fades in
as I fade out of my reality…
The light goes out, and
life flows out of me,
done for another day,
though there seem great works yet to make…
I’ll save them for another day
of some potential reached.
It keeps me confident
in what I’m here to do –
to shed my unique insight-light
on that which I more deeply
understand each passing day –
experience and implications
borne of that which I am channeled through in every way.