Life: Here & Now II

a formula for joy is found within the pages (thin, marked with bleeding ink in cluttered margins) of sage and venerable writings so say we all the numbered steps taken in proper sequence, (held to with courage and discipline -- friends looking on with ledgers) lead to the bliss of success so say we all steps, keys, secrets, and ways internalized (through the rigors of post-its on frigidaires, push-button tracks in traffic, and mumbled memorizations) transform deeds, words and pockets so say we all says he: mercy in passion, a path of humility, and justice in action -- these are required of us all

"I yam what I yam, and that's all I yam," says the graphite muscle man As the unmoved mover of all that's in motion listens and waits to see If anyone else in any other place or in a particular time Will also understand. I'll risk repeating the query: "What am I, that you think of me?" But I know the answer is scrawled on the paper, imprinted by human hand That I am what I am, and that's all I am, being and watching You make me more of me. *stock photo, ulead library

"Synchronicity," the teacher said, "is something to be desired." "BUT!!" I replied, "that's not the way I'm wired!" Smiling, the teacher began: chide and cheer, coach and school Working together, beginning a retool. "Synchronicity" the teacher said, "is something to behold" "Look!!" I replied, "It's starting to take hold!" Finally, the work's begun: heart and mind, brain and soul Working together, becoming a whole. *stock photo, ulead library

I was out late last night, coming from south going west, Instead of going on Southwest. The train was more fun and less pain (reliable) than waiting hours and hours for the plane (unreliable) but It didn't take me where I really wanted to be (KC?). * Photo taken by me at Clark Street Station, Chicago. Camera: Nokia E61i

It was a time difference, and a space difference, that made him realize that every difference Was real. In every way, at many times, for only one moment, the fabric of the sheer barrier tween worlds Was rent . Image taken from http://science.hq.nasa.gov/universe/images/ngc300.jpg

If I really wanted to I suppose I would Spend my life on things that truly could bring me Closer to the heart of the one who stood refreshingly by Me when I needed answers to the inner where, what, how and why

I'm of(ten) divided between the where two and the what four of things. - - - - -- - Some days a hundred forty three things pile into my head at once Each one making me think twice about my feelings And the two hundred eighty six ways that I love being free

The in side of things (inside it sighs insight) Is a polite way of things (plight is a delight in pale light) Working themselves Out. *stock photo - Ulead Library

At a glance, it probably seemed as though the conversation brimmed with understanding; nods and smiles abound And it really would have taken a deeper look to break in through that veneer and see: some things are spoken without sight or sound It was foolish to believe that I could have perceived what all was really happening without another glance. At a glance, my thoughts were drawn the same way my words yawned across the gap; and everyone understood What I wanted them to understand, and I planned to ensure that it went on; managed well It should have been no surprise then, that my surmise would end the moment you gave it more than a glance. At a glance, you saw behind, beyond and through the lined lead walls I had built so well, and you understood What I thought would never go over well, and had tried to cover in fear: that insight would mean a goodbye But instead, you thought this fool could be lovingly schooled in the art of naming the unnamed, seeing, and being seen -- at a glance