Smile Enablement
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An expansive view of beautiful
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Image…
Image
I touch my right cheek
To tell you there’s something
On your left cheek
We are as mirrors facing each other
Reflecting onto each other
Right to left, left to right
Mirroring each other
Flat surface shines
But emotion’s depth
Requires texture to
Reflect clouds or sun
Across the brow of sky
So, come to the other side
See the world
Through this window
With synchronicity
Feel the depth of field and
Texture, felt and seen
Are we not quite the same, or
Maybe a reasonable facsimile
Peace…
This week is Easter Week, a great time to consider how we find peace in forever turbulent times.
With the grace of God, we seek to find peace in ourselves first, to accept what we know is not changeable, while seeking always to find the joy of improving ourselves and helping those around us. Our imperfections make us human, while God provides us a path to peace through forgiveness that he shares, and we can then share with each other.
So too this week we pray for and seek peace in our nation and a way to find dialog that is civil, principled, and respectful toward each other. By finding peace within us, among us and then extending to the world we have hope always of a greater future for our children, grandchildren and beyond.
Making a Point Part II
Making a Point Part II
A point has no volume, only its location
No thought or shape, leaves no vocation
Without time to help it has only position
No direction, just time’s measured admonition
No measure of velocity, matters, or purpose
It just sits there on a four-dimension surface
So now then, what’s your point?
Well my point has a thought, a view
It matters to me, if not to you
My purpose is to defend that point of view
So now, what’s the matter with you?
So, between your point and mine
You have drawn a very fine line
That presents itself in minds existence
But it lacks volume and persistence
So now then, what does your line connect
Or is it an imaginary way for you to protect
… your point of view?
OK, let’s, before we draw a fine line
Add few points to yours and mine
Points of interest moving closer together
Where maybe we agree with one another
And a new picture starts to take shape
With the points, and lines that we make
So, with your points and mine
We accomplish something in time
And maybe even teach others too
That there can be differing points of view
With wisdom exquisite and points crystal clear
We can bring us all together in a future so near
Even if this point and line require a fourth dimension
A surface bending time and space I first did mention
So that in our imagined world’s collective view
We achieve something greater between me and you
Making a point…
Making a Point
A point has no volume, only its location
No thought or shape, leaves no vocation
Without time to help it has only position
No direction, just time’s measured admonition
No measure of velocity, matters, or purpose
It just sits there on a four-dimension surface
So now then, what’s your point?
Our Time…
Our Time
The second-hand ticks relentless
The Sun traverses the sky
Seasons are alive yet senseless
To the stoplight we’ll race
As if seconds, not years matter
A moment’s win we’ll embrace
But then lose to all time
What purpose that drove us
In a moment of our mind
And time always wins
As it spreads out across space
Washing away minor sins
While it ripples forward
Goodwill, a smile, a teaching moment
As if we are driving toward
Something of greatest import
Of something that matters more
Than how in a moment we deport
Ourselves, and no minor win’s mattered
When the ripples of time do
Splash back on us, bundled and gathered
As we face the measure of our time
That define collective moments
And sweetly… hopefully they’ll finally rhyme
Cheers!
Rituals are part of our life, each day our world is ordered by these rituals.
Sometimes these rituals just get us through our day, sometimes they are about hygiene.
Sometimes they are about allowing our minds to rest while our body goes through the ritual of getting to work, or school, whatever is needed to make it to the next time we need to be focused.
However, the best rituals, are the ones that are not about ourselves but have a greater meaning for our relationships with each other. The kiss goodbye, or hello, the act of communal prayer before an evening meal, or maybe good morning wishes.
My personal favorite is the toast, the mere act of clinking of wine glasses with the sole focused intent of heart body and soul saying you are my focus right now, and I wish for your health and happiness. It’s an act of purity, of love, of purpose. Even if it’s just to say cheers, it means so much more. It means my focus is at that moment to be in the present with you heart and soul. Oh and of course there’s wine to share as well!
So next time you clink glasses, and share a sip, look in each others eyes and know that you are part of a ritual that extends back centuries, one that means for that moment we are one, we are a community!
Cheers!
The Monster
The Monster
Its powerful and green
The biggest we’ve ever seen
Whining wickedly, it stops with a grind
Monster with ravenous hunger on its mind
Massive arms lift the offering provided
Best to feed the beast we’ve decided
It growls, belches and groans
Devouring the offering proffered
….. at each of our homes
For those of you that would like to know what “The Monster” is and haven’t figured it out. The answer if you read right to left is:
k c u r t e g a b r a g
St. Patrick’s Day
I’m Irish Today
It’s Sunday, it’s time to post
I have nothing to say or boast
But it’s St. Patrick’s day
And everyone’s Irish today
So, I’ll too wear green
The finest color ever seen
And keep my post simple and fun
Letting my little limerick out for a run
Maybe even find a happier hour
Allowing drinking rhymes to flower
As my thirsty mind slowly spins
Thought begins and then ends
And when I can no longer rhyme
I’ll sing in three quarter time
Nice and slow so I don’t slur
Such fine words all in a blur
For today and all the time
Seven percent of me is Irish
… and I can certainly rhyme
Progress
Progress
Sister joins brother and I so we moved. Learn new address, mom repeats to us 942 Progress. Progress was brick houses in a row, but not too much progress, field of dandelions growing across the street, but still it sprouted yellow fire hydrants. Two per block. Everything seemed bigger, the basement looked like a playground. The backyard was for playing tag. Italian family next door made wine in the basement. English family survived the war, dad with a hole in his back that was permanent reminder. Mack down the street throws baseball over the rising moon to my dad, who throws it back just as high, I only dream of being able to catch it. Meanwhile the street lights keep track of when we’d have to be home for the night. We all walked to school in the mornings and back for lunch, and back and then home during the cooler parts of the year. We played tag along the way. When the snow comes we shovel a path in the backyard to play with football, dive into snow and catch. We liked falling and catching and running. Boots for walking latched with metal clip right over school shoes. Milk in the milk chute froze one morning, and broke. Milk flows down the basement stairs. Rubber boots were fine. Mittens smelled like spoiled milk for the rest of winter. And it seemed I would sniff them every time I wore them, even tho I knew they’d still smell. But this was progress. We played, we learned, we were kids.