Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Sunday

Every year, my momma bear
Arranged selections of confectionaries,
Sweets and treats that symbolized the revelation of
The elation and celebration promised by God:
Eternal joy deployed through Christ as He
Rose from the grave on the third day.

Eggs brightly colored and smothered in stickers,
Gave our cozy kitchen a sense of Spring,
Gathering the family in play before Sunday service.

Honoring the hour when humanity was finally
Unified as a tribe of spiritual beings,
Nothing can steal the steel bond forged in

Times spent together, as a family furthering symbols of compassion.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Alphabet Poem (Jesus Christ)

J esus Christ
K ing of the Jews
L ord of the Earth
M an for awhile
G od for eternity

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The American Dream


Twisted
entrails torn out 
of cheap, Armani suits 
are the guts given up by men 
conquered and suppressed in wars waged daily, 
fighting for a spot in the race 
and losing the battle 
to hearts that are 
twisted.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring



Spring
brings busy bees
pleased to be
buzzing between
fragrant flowers following
showers of
Spring

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Dangers of Florida

When I was younger, I had the opportunity to travel to the United States. At first I didn't want to, because of how dangerous and confusing it was. However, after speaking with my grandmother and some of my friends, it was decided that I was strong enough to endure such a journey and overcome any obstacles that might befall me throughout the duration of my trip.

Despite the relatively calm flight, I landed in a state of confusion. Coming off of the plane, everything was much different than I had expected. If the clock was correct, it was around XII and AII. What this meant, I had no clue. The many hues and shades of green further muddled my senses, terrifying me to such extremes that I fled the scene like a listless teen fleeing authority.

Florida was not at all how I'd imagined it. What I knew about its frosty tundra was given to me by my grandmother, Abui. Abui had warned me about Florida, its slick roads and chilly climate made for dangerous conditions at any point throughout the year. There were tigers and mooses that always got loose and who loved to eat little children.

Abui knew absolutely everything and she always shared her knowledge with me! She told me how the moon was held in place by a giant thread spun from the rays of the sun. She explained that blue was God's favorite color, which was why He kept it closest to him. And she told me about the dangers of green things, how they can lash out and bit you at any moment, if you aren't careful.

Her fear of green wasn't unreasonable. She told me that when she was a little girl her parents had taken her to a garden. In the garden, there were thorns that poked her, bugs that flew in her mouth, and all sorts of smelly flowers that stuffed up her nose. Ever since then, she's been careful to avoid such dangers. Which is probably why she lives in the desert.

Unlike her, I eventually grew to love Florida. My timid approach to nature blossomed into a love of all things springing from the ground. In my travels, I saw neither a tiger nor a moose. I couldn't wait to tell Abui all about my adventures. Upon leaving, I even learned that the clock read 1:37!

When I returned to Abui, I told her all about my experiences in Florida. She listened carefully, occasionally shaking her head and clucking her tongue. When I came to the end of my story, she looked very grave. With concern in her eyes, she indicated that the Americas had poisoned my mind. If I wanted to heal, I'd have to stay with her in the desert for many more years.

I didn't want to be sick for the rest of my life, so I followed her instructions. Which is why I'm still here, today, thirty years later. Sticking by Abui's side isn't all bad. My first grandson was born just two weeks ago. When he is old enough, I too will tell him about the dangerous Americas and that trickster of a place called Florida.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

It's All YOU!

The purpose of life is not material gain, or love, or enlightenment. The purpose of life is to recognize that you are alive right now. Seriously, look at yourself! Out of all the universe and its incredible span of time you are here, right now!

You are the doer, the knower, the thinker, the lover, the lost, the found, the timeless, and the bound. It's YOU! You are here reading this. You could be "not reading this," but that is impossible, now, isn't it?

Do you know who you are? You are way cool, that's for sure. Try to be something else...It's all you! It's all in your head. Let loose your eyes and see without judgement or strain, for you are judging nothing but yourself and straining against your own mind. 

YOU are the sum total of YOUr experience. YOU are all that YOU have experienced. All that YOU think YOU know is from YOUr experience.

Truth is not a clearly defined formation of words. It is a beingness.

Live it. Do it. Be it. See it. What will you do with it?

You will forget, but try to remember this truth again and again until it is permanent. Deny it, you will.