The bee’s know their role
The frogs know too, as they croak
The birds chirp and know
The insects know
As do the mice and
the snakes which hunt.

The fish know this, or suspect
That the coral is in on the game
The seabirds know,
The turtles, the sharks
the dolphins and whales know

There’s a certain ecology of a meadow
an ecology of a pond or the sea
just as there’s an ecology of a city,
of a nation, of a people who live and work
in the homes, offices, factories or fields.

But what of this ecology when the
Great Undoing comes, what of
the plans of those who think they
are in control of their futures,
and those dependent on others?

In the Great Undoing the pieces fail and fall
shattering.  Because we forgot
we are of one great ecology,
because we forgot we are dependent on
laws, rules and each other?

What happens when we turn from
what works and toward a power
reshaping history, redifining law, economy,
freedom, and reason?  Destroying our
bio-diversity and thought-diversity?

What should we know of the Great Undoing?

That putting it back together will
take several generations, if ever.

And for millions, their will be no recovery at all.

Thank you for family and friends
Thank you for all life energies
Thank you for the health we enjoy
Thank you for the gift of comedy
Thank you for the wonders of the world
Thank you for the diversity of thought
Thank you for the lyric and melody of music
Thank you for letters and language
Thank you for moments and memories
Thank you for the bounty of the table
Thank you for the comfort of the couch
Thank you for all the seasons of sports
Thank you for the sun, the moon and stars
Thank you for the wonder of it all
and mostly for life and each other’s love!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Honor today our Veterans,
those who served
those who made a difference
those who believe in the flag
they wore on their shoulders.

Service is not to be taken
for granted, not to be
viewed as anything other
than devotion to country
devotion to our way of life.

For their path was not easy,
not with the intent of wealth
not with the intent of glories
but with the intent of honoring
our traditions and constitution.

Along the way they discover
that they are part of something
greater than themselves,
something that represents
the strength of our diversity and ideals.

We all who honor them,
have much to learn from their
experience, have much to learn
from their commitment and service,
and it is right we honor them today.

Nary a whisper of a wind
contented clouds calming
with colors deep and many hues

The water still and quiet
is purple tinged, peacefully
mirroring a secret sky

The world sleeps silently
and yet captured here are these
words and image of beauty and peace

Keeping the turbulence of life
below the surface, the troubles
beyond the horizon

For we are fortunate to
know beauty, to know each
other and to know peace.

First Steps (video)

Is it evolutional, or is it learned,
is it about speed or convenience,
is it our urging or natural urgency?

As she takes those first steps
toward a miniature version
of an independent future-self,

we are alive with excitement
for her development, for she
is becoming who she will be.

and someday she may carry us
when we are no longer able,
certainly, she will amaze us

with their words, her deeds,
her mobility and athleticism
and we will have this same joy

as we have today, seeing these
first tentative steps, for soon
she will be everywhere, all at once.

Yes, the world should get
ready, because here she
comes, ready or not!

An old soul at seven
he expresses wisdom
without reservation
in poetry of thought.

He moves with frantic
energy, until he settles
into remarkable
moments of reflection.

On a timeless beach,
on sand as fine as
sugar and cinnamon
he contemplates value.

He see’s himself in
this timelessness, as well as,
the fragility of life, and
the randomness of chance.

A handful of sand he lets
pass through his fingers
saying, mom this is my 
heart if I didn’t have you.

Then with another handful
he says, as he holds it firm,
this is my heart, now 
whole again.

for Carson Michael Flynn

Are metaphors for connection
and yet they always seem too far
and once crossed, it is often
their fate to be burned,

We value wins, but not win-win,
for it is in our nature, like small
children, to see the world as win-lose
which invariably is lose-lose.

A bridge to our destruction
is the one built across the river
of lies, a river of constant turmoil
that we see as something to conquer.

A bridge of connection is built across
a river of understanding and compassion.
Such a bridge can last forever
in spirit of love and enterprise.

Legacies are built when bridges
end fear and misunderstanding
because we let ourselves
live beyond our selfishness.

When we let empathy in  and
worship reason, and see ourselves
in all those others, then we can become
master bridge builders.

There are times when I wander,
not in the sense of pacing,
although I do find pacing helps
to satiate a  bias for action.

I wander along streams of life
consciousness, of opposites
and art, where there is no sun
without shade.

Where there’s no rainbow
without rain, and where this
bird of hope flutters in the
belly of artistic thought.

Giving birth to interconnected
life thoughts in the wistfullness
of words, which may be a
guidepost to something new.

But for it to be new, there must be
something old, or yet unfound
which permits life streams
to merge into this moment.

And despite all odds, and all
of life chances and the tumble
of the dice of world randomness
we are here living in these moments

that we are just wandering through!

Hope 

Hope is life blossoming,
it is the world beyond the window
alive in exploding vibrant colors
and it is on aspiring lips of youth
and in the heart which beats fast
with the kiss offered in love’s hope
and in all dreams well dreamt. 

Inspiration

Between blind hope
and aspiring reason.
Between the evolved conscious
and the feel of the universe.
It blossoms out of the gloom
of anxiety into flowering white
of creativeness and is the difference
between a calculated life and
something infinitely grand. 

Perseverance

It is the overcoming of life,
it is taking the next steps
despite the world, and yet in
concert with the world.
It favors those who prepare
and those who allow the birth
of inspiration and is the
difference between dreams
forgotten and those lived.

Wisdom

Is life learning, it is listening
closely, discerning truths
from mysteries, reason from
un-inspired hopes, knowing
the difference between
stubbornness and perseverance.
It is the path from hope to
life’s realized dreams and
It is available to everyone.

—–

From Poetry Foundation a Poem By Donald Hall that is so very inspiring…

Ox-Cart Man 

by Donald Hall

In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field, 
counting the seed, counting 
the cellar’s portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart’s floor.

He packs wool sheared in April, honey
in combs, linen, leather
tanned from deerhide,
and vinegar in a barrel
hooped by hand at the forge’s fire.

He walks by his ox’s head, ten days
to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,
and the bag that carried potatoes,
flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose  
feathers, yarn.

When the cart is empty he sells the cart. 
When the cart is sold he sells the ox,
harness and yoke, and walks
home, his pockets heavy
with the year’s coin for salt and taxes,

and at home by fire’s light in November cold
stitches new harness
for next year’s ox in the barn,
and carves the yoke, and saws planks
building the cart again.