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


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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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



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Soul Searchng

In the end, you act when you’re


A team of wild horses couldn’t

hold you back.

Sometimes a gingerly, quiet

move–maybe shyly–gets you

started and surprisingly, more

than half way there.

Big bold moves, little baby

steps–it’s all movement–


My soul still seems to be

in the closet.  Or else it wants

to keep what it knows, what

is it to itself, and I’m left out

of the loop so far.

Why the shyness?  All the

souls need to be out,

rolling up their sleeves

in the world.

It’s not like they’re just

along for the ride.


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Look away

Look around

We are the ones

We’ve been found

We’ve taken the

long way, waited

without a sound.

Hello World out there!

Our voice is getting

louder, everywhere.

See the lights of the

ones who are shining.

We’ve been waiting.

Our turn is now, it

has come

to take back the stage





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A Conversation

Enough?  What do you mean enough?

There’s enough to go around.

Well, I don’t see it yet.

So does that mean it isn’t there

or will be when you need it?

No, I guess not.

Well, then, chill out.  It’s coming.

What you need it on its way–as

if it had to “go” somewhere.

It just appears when the need arises.

You sound so cocky.  So confident.

I am.

You could do with a little faith in

the (as yet) unseen.

You care too much what other people


If you want to believe in ghosts,

believe in ghosts.

Believe your needs are already

taken care of by the great architect

in wherever he/she/it is.

They don’t sit at the drawing

board all day for nothing, you know.

Your anxieties ripple the water

and no one can see anything even

when it appears.

You drive an unrelenting,

hard argument.  No wiggle

room in your thinking.

Yes, that’s the way it should


Crocus and oak leaves. Bush Park, Salem, Oregon

Crocus and oak leaves. Bush Park, Salem, Oregon

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Daygone dog or Dogone Day

The green tree

blocks my view

it has grown so much.

People a mile or two away

make noise and call it


The rain cleared the air

cooled things off.

The wind says:

na na nana

with its tongue

stuck out & its

fingers in its ears.

Quietness is hanging


but the blue sky

does not soothe my


heal my anguish.

I do a job but

I’m a machine

half the time.

Creativity is there

& used a little

as I rearrange my

world to fit my

soul.  Soul.  It’s

pretty hungry and

doesn’t like my meager


I wish I knew how to

feed it and make it




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We all have genius within.

Access to its resources

brings out our greatness.

Hiding under a bush

our light is paltry,

partially stifled, not shining


I can, it is & if asked, it

would probably say I want to.

What’s this bush

doing blocking your

enjoyment of my bliss

wanting to be out on

its own uninhibited by

the locks on its freedom

to express & be out

and free.





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Clarity Beckons

I have no idea

what to write

so what comes out

is new to me

as much as to


Fortune favors the


I try to follow the

string (I left) out of the

dark cave (it was light

when I went in or at least

I thought it was) I’ve entered.

It seems I live there most of the

time when we’re talking about

real clarity of mind.

Maybe I clutter it

and am responsible

for not seeing past

the mess…

and all I have to do is stop

packratting bits of nonessential

trivia which I curiously

seek out to find the

whole story of a hook

I’ve bit into, poor fish

I am–to let myself be

caught by such an

inexperienced angler

without even an angle

to offer of much worth.


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We can only give that

which we possess.

No water stays calm


The rains come and

you watch your image

blur a little,


They will go like they

came and soon you

will be able to see

yourself once again.

Surprised at your

expression, I was

here all along, it will

say.  Trust your

feelings of who you

know your are and

next time you look

you may seem clearly

new and unrecognizable




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Flight is Faster

Butterflies, caterpillars, moths

& crows.

What do they all have in common?

Flight and legs.

The caterpillar just has to wait a

while to realize

his potential & be like the others.

Nature either puts you on the

ground forever…

or in the air (or water).

Weightlessness is a gift.

Let go of the surly bonds of earth…

Walking or flying,

time is irrelevant

non-existent, really

on some level.

I don’t understand it

but we can use that truth

to our benefit & peace of mind.

I love mysteries.  The unusual.

I’m not afraid to look into

the dark hole of the undiscovered…

not too afraid, anyway.

Braver than most when it

comes to those things.

I’m still waiting for my

cocoon to open dropping

away the barriers around

myself for all to see, shamelessly.









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