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Heart & Mind

The heart’s glad it’s still alive.

Many people’s stop way earlier

than the age mine is.

It wants to perform as top

dog in my behavior.

Right now, for instance, it

wants to feel and write

those down here.  It feels

lonely, a bit.   So much wanting

and not wanting co-existing

simultaneously.  Eventually

it makes up its mind and

chooses one or the other pretty

much exclusively for a while.

There’s, of course, a balance,

a middle path to travel.

A flexible stance is easy

on the joints & shock absorbers.

Stop and go, though, wears

excessively so be aware of

what you’re doing to

your body.  Mind &

soul.

Your heart knows.  Tune in

and listen to it most

of the time.  The mind thinks

untrue wishes.  Don’t give in

to them.  Stop & listen to

your heart direct your direction.

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Bleeding Heart Vine, Glory Bower Clerodendrum thomsoniae. Crystal Garden, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

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OK Just as I am

I’m ok just as I am, huh?

That’s a weird, strange concept.

I always figured a little touch

up here & there wouldn’t hurt.

A small improvement in performance.

Increased horsepower or maybe

solar power these days.

I don’t need a make over?  hmm.

Maybe I’m not looking at

the same me others are.

When I talk to them I feel

a bit more ok when nothing’s

changed but our chat.

Can’t puff myself up

set up for deflation

by a pin wielding

Madman or woman?

What a concept.  OK as

I am. Hmm.  That

puts me out of a job!

I’ve been a constant

self-improver

wanting to tap

my deepest potential.

I guess I can still do

that while not feeling

deficient in any way.

Constantly not liking my

paint job, looking for a

good deal to shine my

fenders & polish my brass.

 

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Pondering Steps

I’m too tired to write.

No, you’re not.  Just write something.

It will be wonderful.

I love my long walks.  Alone.  And in

the woods–no other human around.

No one can see me.  I rarely encounter

another.

There, I can think.  Feel.  Reflect.

Project.  Plan–tentatively,

usually.

Only Nature is my distraction.  Or a

chance encounter with a friendly

soul I sometimes see.

Everyone else is sanely inside.

Locked in a/c homes.

Some homeless campers–no a/c

of course.  But they’re not walking

around in the 100+ degree heat.

I really reflect “hard” when

something’s on my mind.

I’m too tired to write, like I

said, but I wrote

something anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Doing Your Best

Praise for the worthy

for we all are

no matter how meager

we judge out attempts.

We would do better if

we could do better at

any moment.

Another time we might

do something different

and ‘judge’ ourselves

more than adequate–

giving, generous,

compassionate–willing

to bend a little for

somebody else’s benefit.

It’s really hard to be

100% all of the time.

We need to accept where

we are & live with it &

keep going, trying to

‘improve’ & do the best

we can under all

circumstances we

find ourselves in.

Try to see how you

were kind & thoughtful,

still not giving up one

bit of authenticity.

If we work at it, we can

do it better & better each day.

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

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Playing

The first part of this poem

is quarantined.  I didn’t

delete it (can’t erase ink anyway)

but I don’t think it belongs in here.

It was my warm up pitch (es).

I’m up against an all-time home run

hitter.

My fast ball he will eat on the

way by.

Spit out the leather and the

string and say throw another

one, I’m hungry.

My fast ball is a slow ball

tonite.  Sort of a dropper.

But he will smack that one

out of the park, also.

I feel totally inadequate to

face such powerful opponents.

Even when my fast ball is fast.

Well, at least I’m playing &

not on the bench.  Not everyone

gets to play.

 

 

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So Many Flowers

I’m like a Bee.

Each flower is a delight

but I won’t stay long

at each stop.

Nothing will stop my quest

for the sweet nectar of

a bloom.

Then I’ll move on.

Behave in the beehive.

Wing it to the next

blossom.

Maybe this one

will satisfy

my honey craving,

incessant &

unceasing

for it directs my

flight as I wander

about in the field

of possibilities.

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Bunble bee feeding on thistle flower. Hall’s Canyon National Recreational Area, Oregon

 

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Open to Change

Superman

has x-ray

vision.

How handy!

Sometimes I do not want to know

what’s behind the curtain.

As much as I’d like to be able to

see through other’s deception–

intentional or otherwise.

Anything can happen

if we don’t close out minds

to the possibility.

We know when we’re being

brave.

Bite the bullet and be brave.

Not much to lose when you really

consider it.

New things, much “better” things

are lining up

for your letting go

of unused everything in your life.

What would Superman

do without his cape

& tight underpants?

 

 

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See Clearly

I try to see the big

picture

but all I see is a pinpoint

of a view.

So be it.  For now.

Clarity of vision

has never been one of

my strong points.

Not as a constant, anyway.

Sometimes I shine in clarity.

Go right to the heart of the matter.

And can move everyone forward

who are blind to my vision…if

I only choose to use it–am brave

enough to speak out.

I see.  So should others.  With my help.

Whitney's Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

Whitney’s Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

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Judgeless

I will write without judgement

of myself, of others, of anything.

How strange will that be?  I always

look at things critically, discerning

the finest points in my choices

when I have the time to ponder

them leisurely, usually.  Quick

decisions just get my best shot.

It’s usually a good shot but it’s

made from so much fogginess

of brain functioning that I only

have to hope I’ve sized things

up correctly and went forward

with my decision, trusting

myself.

This looks like it could end

here, but my page isn’t even

filled and my energy to get

up to type it is flagging 4 ways

from Sunday.

I can just rest in the knowledge

that what I write will be as

“good” as the first part is good.

Oops.  I think I just judged!   But

I’m bottomed out on this page &

it’s time to end.  The end.

 

 

 

 

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Writing On

I don’t know what to write that would

be of interest to anybody.  What could I

write about?

Write about the moon & the stars, the sun

and the wind, nature’s oversight, overseeing

everything’s in place and timely.

Some people work very hard on their

posts–I can tell.  I don’t really

slave over mine.  What comes out is

like the baby being born– a quick wipe

and he’s ready for the world.

Sometimes he’s all wet and

is satisfied to present himself so.

The way we (I) write is the way things,

ideas, come up to me & how I feel

about putting them into words.

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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