NEW DAY

      NEW DAY

Once you turn eighty,

each new day is lagniappe, 

time to laugh at oneself

and all the lies

you learned to believe

in order to survive.

Take it easy, relax;

self-forgiveness

is the order of the day.

No need to punish yourself

for the hippocampic wipeout.

Take a deep, deep breath.

Divine mind is everywhere

there is a where;

it’s even orbiting in your quarks.

So turn off the static and listen;

don’t let all that wisdom go to waste.

    December 31, 2012

MOVING ON

    MOVING ON

Out of the trap now,

free at last. 

Don’t look back.

. 

Just be, just do,

in the fullness of your be,

in the fullness of your do.

 

Cook it, but don’t overcook it.

 December 22, 2012

THE LAST DAY

   THE LAST DAY

December 21, 2012,

the end of the world

according to the Mayan calendar;

but it didn’t happen.

  

Where did they go wrong?

We can know a lot of things,  

but the future isn’t one of them.

 

However, for 155,000 human beings

it was the end of their world;

it happens every day,

almanacly speaking,

but you weren’t one of them.

Congratulations,

you survived,

or you wouldn’t be reading this. 

Was it worth it?

  December 21, 2012

BIRTHDAY BASH

 BIRTHDAY BASH

Mid-December,

lightning, thunder,

wind and rain,

wet birds fly askew

like autumn leaves.

 

Inside, all is peace and calm;

it’s Beethoven’s birthday bash,

and his last string quartet

followed by the seventh symphony

pull one’s soul into paradise.

 December 17, 2012

TE DEUM

      TE DEUM

He never knew

what he was looking for

until he found it

on the way out,

decided to stay around awhile

with no regrets

over the wasted years;

it wasn’t he

but captive aliens

inside his body.

And now he knew

that no one owns the earth,

perhaps a piece or two

on temporary loan;

but the sky,

the sky was his

in all its shades of blue—

cerulean, cyan, topaz,

sapphire, indigo, teal—

to name but a few.

 

Now all the fragments fit:

oneness, wholeness,

and peace at last.

   December 7, 2012

INFINITY'S SECRET

   INFINITY’S SECRET

Every galaxy has its gods,

but there’s only one uncreated creator.

Every galaxy has its gods.

And all the gods have

their angels and devils,

avatars and evangelists,

saints and sinners,

mystics and martyrs,

atheists and agnostics,

poets and prophets.

It’s finitude’s noble attempt

to understand what can’t be understood,

to solve the mystery of the uncreated creator---

always was, always will be,

everywhere there is a where,

no limits of any kind,

Big Being, infinity of infinities.

    December 14, 2008