courage

ME

If I was j.u.s.t myself,

I would probably go off

the DEEP end, bounce in from

right field

to a grounder hit poorly, that

should have been an “out”.

Who knows what virus my brain

may release on the literary world?

Taking it by storm no

vaccine or antibiotic would touch,

it mutates and changes defenses

so quickly.

Me, myself & I, we stay in a

hole deep inside

lest the slings and arrows

of OUTRAGEOUS fortune

pay an untimely visit–

every visit from them is

untimely.

So, wounded, I limp back

home, licking my wounds

in self-pity waiting for this

wave of compassionate

self-demise to end.

Who am I, anyway?  EVEN

I do not want to really

know, for fear it would be

unacceptable, even to ME.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Going for it

Wait one more minute–

that’s a minute longer

than you needed to

begin, to act, ask, tell.

No one can read your mind

like you can–well, maybe a

few gifted psychics.

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Still, if you want someone

to know how you feel,

what you think, you best

use words–written or verbal.

I must admit, I seem to

sense a 6th sense that

kind of knows what I find

out later verbally.

Sort of an advanced notice.

But waiting slows your

process time and over-

rest or absence is just time

we could have spent

doing what we want–

even if it is fearful.

I push kids to begin writing

when they only know

maybe a few hundred words.

I also let them think of an

idea and for some it takes

longer than others.

Still, you could wait

forever & lose your

opportunity…

 

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I Can

Everything’s telling me I can’t

but I’m going to anyway.

I saw how powerful my mind

and thoughts were today,

taking away pain if I

focused on the positive–on

what I wanted.

It just took a little while

of concerted “effort” & con-

centration to build up

a momentum where I didn’t

have to do that anymore.

I was just on “auto pilot”.

When the pain occasionally

surfaced–it was constant in

the beginning–I just

did what I did continuously

to get going for a brief

moment, and I was

on the road again–pain

free.

It wasn’t my body–

that was just the result

of my “negative”, weak

thinking that manifested

in the habit of pain & “I

can’t do it”.  It was just easier

to give up when the going

got tough than push through

it with some effort in my

thinking and that pushed

my body forward.

 

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knock, knock

hello.

Who’s there?

That was supposed to come first.

oh.

Knock, knock.

Now it’s my turn, who’s there?

Me.

You know what comes next–

Me who?

Mewho.  I’m a cat with

a British accent.

oh.

Who else is there?

No one.

No one who?

No last name, just no one.

glad to meet you no one

I don’t know many no ones.

Everybody thinks they’re the

cat’s meow.  Not many no

ones in my crowd.

But pleased to meet you,

anyway.

Doorbells are going to

make me non-existent.

oh.  ring, ring–doesn’t

have the same ring to

it as knock, knock.

Crashing wave . Corona Del Mar. California

Crashing wave . Corona Del Mar. California

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24 at a time

I am at the end of my day.

The end of my rope.

Swinging like an ape

from a vine.

Does no earthly good

to whine.

So I have mastered

this last 24 hrs. in style–

every day I do.  Where I

fall, I learn.  When I fly,

I make up for crawling

on my hands and knees

through the fog of humanity

to try to find my way.

A direction is mine.  I go

there at a steady pace–

crawl or fly, I like to

think I’m heading in

a productive direction

no matter how clear, how

fast I go.

Challenges, one at a time,

get done.

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Mighty Fastball

Everyday

I am thankful

so today is

just

another

one.

Everything

I have

everything

I am

Who I know

Who knows me.

Dr. Seuss

My Dr. in the heavens

My Dr. on earth

Whoever it is

is welcome

to come and

heal me

of all

disease.

Simple

isn’t it?

You invoke

invite in

all the healing

energy out there

& it comes rushing in.

You just have to

receive its mighty

fastball in your mitt.

 

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Freedom

The umbilical cord isn’t cut

but it’s gotten a little longer.

Engaging two at once,

I feel fueled for a long ride.

Joy and closeness

is what living is for.

Separation need not be

permanent, although

sometimes it is so.

Reuniting may be

possible.

Yet nothing to fret

over.  A life of freedom

either is or it isn’t–

only you can know

how you feel.

My line is cast.

No fish jumps into my

pocket without that

preparation, although

it may be a surprise

when it happens.

Life is full of surprises

mostly surprises, I

would claim.  It may

not have been so in the past

as much as the change of

today is kindling their

constant manifestation.

Bridal Veil Falls. Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, Oregon

Bridal Veil Falls. Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, Oregon

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fear of fear

I fear a lot.  I don’t like that

about me.  Sometimes, I don’t even

know what I fear there’s just this

awful

sense of dread.

Raining old running shoes.

Who else is like this?  Is everyone?

I’m fine most of the time except when

I’m under pressure, or tired, or off-balance

in some other way.

I’m not all the time balanced

but things don’t get to me

even though with my great

imagination and anxiety

companion, I can sometimes

blow things out of proportion

without taking control of myself

and mustering up “courage”

for a fear that isn’t there

for most people.  Or for me

when I’m saner.

I think all this is connected to

the food I eat.

If I stop eating, for instance,

say when I used to do water

fasts, I’m completely normal

and in a state that is

so ‘foreign’ to me I wonder

how I so long strayed from

it, I can’t remember ever

having it for very long.

Wildflower Utheriels Spear. Sequoia National Park, California

Wildflower Utheriels Spear. Sequoia National Park, California

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Limits

How far can I go

without

going over

the edge?

I  push–the limit?

is there a limit–

I go there to see.

How far can I go

without doing

too much,

excessive

damage?

I ‘have to’

find out–

left undone,

untried,

is a waste,

is an under-

statement.

So my body’s

a lab

in which

I can experiment.

We all have our

own ‘limits’.

You never know

yours until you

go there and find

maybe, you went too

far, so you can back

off a little next time–

or not!

 

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Plodding, Plotting

Going forward does not mean retreat

and run for your life!

Although you could do that but

backtracking your record-breaking

run is in order or out-of-order.

Why waste a lot of resources heading

away from what you want?

Sometimes, though, we need to rest

& recuperate from all our hard work.

Then, a retreat is in order–maybe a

double order of ‘retreat’.

Sure, activity is fun,

yet what gets overlooked in this

process of enjoying oneself may

be more necessary to attend to

while it is attendable and

timely.

Otherwise, a stale job is just

that–stale, whereas doing

it while it’s fresh in your mind

is often more inspired and

enjoyable in itself.  Then

on to your ‘preferred’ fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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