creative

A Word

Feelings, like miniature

explosions,

go off inside me.

I am an implosion

waiting to happen.

Inner calm has

retreated, yielded

to the energy of

the universe

I am tapping

into,

connected

with.

Plant a seed in

this atmosphere

and it instantly

incinerates

so volatile, so

unstable is the

environment

in which it

is placed.

The explosions,

eruptions

need to be

released to the

world at large.

One quiet way

is through

this writing.

A word is a word

is a word,

one word at a time.

 

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Brain Power

I love feeding my brain foods that

make it work better.  I’m not sure what’s

doing what, but I don’t give out so easily

to fatigue & fogginess of mind.

I’ve made some changes in my food

and since then I sort of experienced a

rebirth.  Actually, wild blueberries,

which I now have daily in smoothies

are known by the nickname, according

to one author, as “a resurrection food.”

That’s how I feel.  When I feel a lag in

energy, I take a swig of my brought-

with-me smoothie and it picks

me right up.

My brain is constantly fed, glucose

being used up by stress almost as

fast as I can take it in.  There is some

lag time depending upon how much

I take in at once.

A whole blenderful lasts quite a while–

two, even longer, but then I run low on

gas and have to fill up again.

Everything’s pretty stable–my blood

sugar, my moods, my energy.  The more

stress, the more I need the smoothie.

I eat “normally”  at other times but esp.

on the go or when I’m home just relaxing,

I prefer to consume the smoothie and

other cravings leave for a while–if even

I have them at all.

More smoothie, if I want it.  Brain Power!

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V00262M.tiff Berries and tree stems from Western Juniper trees. Freemont National Forest, Oregon

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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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Flowing

The endless end of the day:

don’t want to give it up–

to sleep.

Too much fun, joy

riding the wave of

weekend energy

seeming to be pulled

forward into activity

ending up where I

want to be over & over

again all day.

My job involves making

decisions that may

involve disappointing

people and in the end

being unfair.  My

knowledge is so limited,

in each situation, I’m

bound to err.

I challenge myself

to be better everyday

but really so stern

a view of my output

is self-destructive

continuously applied.

Relax.  Ease up.

Let the day unfold,

play out as it

is “supposed'” to.

Don’t fight it,

it will go by itself.

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Potluck

Potluck: you never know

what’s coming

what you’re going to get

a choice from.

Better than reading a mystery

novel.

You wonder:  who done it?

Can’t wait to get to the

end to see how it all

comes out.

Sometimes you’re surprised.

Sometimes your favorites

land on your plate

without you even having

to ask, to invoke the

law of attraction.

It just shows up

along with you

and voila–a match

made in heaven–

or close to it.

You trade what you

brought for what

they brought.

Hopefully, you’re a

good trader–a bargain

is a bargain because

you’re stuck with what

showed up.

 

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Group Meditation

We all went to the same place

together.

A chain of energy & consciousness

linked to the absolute

magnified its presence

and power

many times over.

Although we were separate

our minds and focus were

one.  United in intention

we sent waves to the

world

like a global ocean pond

a rock dropped in

one end rippled its way

to the other shores.

Sweeping away all

vibes, tsunami-like,

that were not

life supporting.

Our influence

was felt on the furthest

beaches with waves

of love, unity and

harmony.

Instantaneous was

our effect, far-reaching

and lasting.

Fading away goes

slowly until the

next gathering.

Full moonset over Teton Mountains. Grand Teton National Park, WY

Full moonset over Teton Mountains. Grand Teton National Park, WY

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Fun

3 letters.  If they’re not in your life

put together like that–you

don’t have much going into your fond

memory account.

It’s not the be-all & end-all but its

absence is.

Just doing without enjoying is

racking up a lot of “things” while

you’re not feeling particularly happy

about it all.  Joy is missing–

sometimes we forget or don’t

even know to feel what we’re

doing as enjoyment.  To relax

into that.  It may be there 5%

but it needs to be there 90-100%.

Not of the time–I’m talking about

the quality of experience.  Deeply

felt ones are like wringing the

last bit of water out of a sponge.

Most of us have soggy sponges.

Unused joy that is in the shadows,

the wings, waiting, to color

our experience of life.

Otherwise, it’s a black & white

movie, over at the end & that’s

that.  Not much to write

home about.  Just another

check off the list.  Your bucket

is getting empty, but it often

times doesn’t mean too much.

Fun.  Is it or isn’t it?

 

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Feed Me!

Often when I’ve given myself fully to the day

I have nothing to offer the page.

The page, blank and naked, unashamedly

screams, Feed me! feed my lines with words

of praise for yourself.  You’ll be doing us

both a favor.

The page can’t really speak but if it could

it would tell me of its loneliness sitting on

my printer waiting for me to come

home & give it some attention.

If it could sit up, it would beg

mercilessly to be fed a snack, even,

preferably a Thanksgiving repast

with all the “trimmings”.

Patient as it is, loyal to no one else

like me, I don’t know what to say

often when we meet at night

after dark like this.

The best I can do is empty my

head onto an open & willing

page until it’s filled or I am

empty.

So far neither has happened

yet I feel I’ve fed all that

can legibly be handled

by one page in one night/

morning.  It’s late but

I’m writing anyway.  If you’re

hungry, you’re hungry.

 

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Inherit the World

Little kids continue to

amaze me.

They seem to be coming from

a purer “heart” space–many

of them.

Parenting can’t be easy, so

their behavior reflects back

on those who’ve affected them,

been an influence.

To be a good role model today

I believe, takes a lot.  To be

real, yet not convey

qualities you would not

like to pass on to your kids,

is a huge challenge.

They see “beyond” or through

your words if they’re not

congruent with your actions.

So from your heart to theirs

needs to be a direct

connection and from there

temper all disciplines initiated.

They’re learning.  You need

to teach them with your

example.  The best you

can.

 

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Flower Petals

Flower petals

flit

and fall

leaflessly

haplessly

to the ground.

Lying there

inert

lifeless

they beautify

the landscape

with floral rainbows

of rest.

Tread lightly on them

if you have to

tread at all for

they have given

their life

their livelihood

for a grander

purpose

not to fade

for quite

sometime.

Silhouetted Joshua trees and sunset. Joshua Tree National Park. California

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