If I Sit Here Quiet

I wonder if I sit here quiet
enough, would I hear the Earth
moving through space, would
I hear it rotating on its axis?
Would I experience a universe
in motion pushing and pulling me
millions of miles every hour from
where I imagine I sit motionless
and my soul seems quiet?

And what could I learn of this
universe-of-motion, which hides
itself in relative stillness?  A brilliant
disguise of perception-bending
astronomic, as well as, atomic motion
of probabilities … the known and
and unknowable experienced in this
quiet-moment of passage … as I realize
my quiet soul is also a disguise.

 

The Last Few Days

The last few days were like a trip
down that famous memory lane,
which is oft-lined with blossoming
trees, and bubbling brooks, and
it seems so straight, as life flows
on toward a future it must then
become, and yet as I look back
it was only straight in moments
blossoming and bubbling along
in segments, which would make
the sharpest of turns, surprising
such that no psychic medium
might have imagined, let alone
a young man becoming this
old man… but I wouldn’t have
exchange these twists and
turns and the moments along
the way for any other, for it
brings me here today with
all these memories and the
love of life to share.

 

I Wish to Write

I wish to write about bunny rabbits
and squirrels saving for winter and fall
colors coming soon with a chill in the air.
I wish to write about our children’s
children returning to school, and the
value of education, and growth.
I wish to write about anything but the
real and present danger to our world.

Not just to our nation, but danger to
the world if through election our nation
becomes an autocracy, run by a corrupt
criminal without regard for the constitution.
With no regard for the rulings of our courts,
with no regard for the peaceful transfer
of power, and no regard for our allies
in NATO or beyond.

I wish to write about anything other than
the danger we face if we lose our
democracy in November.  If we choose
a president seeking revenge without
guard rails, without regard for anyone
except himself, we are courting a very
dangerous future.

I wish to make others understand, that
our children’s children freedom and
ability to vote in their own interests
in the future are at risk this fall … But,
what can these mere words do
to undo the hardened hearts
of those blinded to the danger?

I wish to write something that will matter.

 

A House Divided…

I’ve been reading about the genius of Abraham Lincoln* and in particular his political style which included a great deal of empathy, a great deal of understanding of diverse viewpoints from which he would make arguments which were based upon the moral-ethical values of our nation, while grounded in the realities of the times.  He used homespun stories, and analogies to help people understand his points of views, but never denigrated or demeaned others, knowing that “In order to win a man to your cause” Lincoln explained you must first reach his heart “the great high road to reason” … even in the political fight against slavery, he knew slavery was evil and horrible injustices were being done, but he would not assign evilness to slave holders, as abolishment was challenging their way of life and income… he proposed to meet them where they are and help to move them with reason and compassion, but do so with relentless persuasion, and eventually war for this purpose and to maintain the American experiment and ideals of the Declaration of Independence, that all are created equal.

We today, face challenging times, with threats to our nation not dissimilar to those of the 1850s… for a “house divided against itself cannot stand” as Lincoln said.  Today we are divided.  Today we denigrate and demean instead of understand and communicate.  We must understand that for many of our fellow Americans don’t care if democratic institutions were to be replaced by autocracy or an oligarchy for they have lost faith in our institutions.  Our form of government just doesn’t seem to work for them.  Furthermore the entertainment news and social media is laced with misinformation masquerading as news.  Their fears and mistrust are being used to push them down a path of compliance to powers which would in turn exploit them.  I warned of this coming storm with a book I published 4 years ago this month called Trump, Power & the Lessons of Orwell’s 1984: Democracy is Being Threatened … and my message remains true.  Disinformation, distrust of institutions and fears are still being used to move people toward the darkness of power and autocracy, and this is not a problem which is going away any time soon.  

I believe Trump will be defeated in November, largely because he will lose the women vote as, reproductive rights will be front and center for many, and the damage done by the dark tome of Project 2025 seems to be sticking to Trump.  Therefore democracy will survive, but the seeds of this Trumpian-darkness are planted deep and the distrust by his followers will not recover without healing.  Dangerously these seeds will be harvested by another, possibly more cunning than Trump in the future.  We as a nation must address and treat the underlying issues and concerns in order to reach the heart of the matter through the hearts and minds of the disillusioned.

We must address the underlying issues with compassion and understanding, never using denigrating terms like “basket of deplorables”, as was once done, as this will only harden their resolve.  We must understand their fears and distrust are born of experience… and we must relate.  We all know the frustration with institutions, after all, who hasn’t fought with insurance companies?  We all know of family or friends and heard stories of the devastation of drugs, of homelessness, of despair, and who cannot relate to the cumulative effect of inflation?   Also, it is not a Christian conspiracy or some failure in reason to seek power through a leader like Trump, but rather a break in the faith of compromise and democracy that leads Evangelical Christians to side with someone who clearly doesn’t know the Bible and doesn’t live Christian values.  The source of these problems are not rooted in the liberal democracy which they are turning away from, these problems are pervasive and are due to human frailties and crime and corruption… and they exists in autocracies as well, the press there is just not free to report on the problems.  The problems can be fought only with understanding and the raising-up of everyone.  Especially those who have felt abandoned as liberal elites have written them off… government is not of the people for the people if it is not for all the people.

Reason and historical perspective and sourcing of information to those living in the desert-echo-chamber of MAGA requires meeting them where they are… understanding why they think the way they do?  Asking why is the only way.   Refuting the “they all do it,  all politicians are corrupt and criminal” cannot be accomplished with a wave of the  hand, or saying that’s stupid.  Rather, asking where would you rather live?  Asking, isn’t it good to have a free press and open sources of information to challenge and expose corruption?  Isn’t it good to have a justice system who will prosecute the Menendez’s as well as the Trump’s of this world equally?   Where in the world does this happen, except in countries with an open democracy with institutions like the DoJ and importantly the free press.   Sure our government can be improved, all can… but it is up to us to support it and to vote.  Encourage the widening of the information horizon, encourage questioning and build bridges through reason and understanding… for a “house divided against itself cannot stand”.

I know, I have not always lived by these words, I’ve been quick to dismiss those I believed would not understand, those who had been seduced by the idea that there is a way toward (or back) to a way of life where all problems were solved by force of authority and enforced conformity.   But I am still learning, as we all should; and for me Abraham Lincoln is a remarkable teacher through his actions and words so very many years ago.

 

Team of Rivals, The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln, by Doris Kearns Goodwin…. Thank you Tracy for the gift of this marvelous book.

Niagara Falls

Power of Nature…

Six million gallons a minute sourced from the upper great lakes rushing toward Lake Ontario and the St. Lawrence Seaway and on to the Atlantic.  An incredible phenomenon, to see the concentrated power of so much water and gravity at work.  The energy of a closed system of water replenishment in the upper great lakes through rain and snow across a massive watershed fed into rivers feeding and replenishing the great lakes.  Nature’s concentrated force visible at this nexus of power.

Timing…

10,000 years ago a gorge created by a collapse of limestone, formed the opportunity for the falls, and as the mass of water erodes the falls at nearly a foot per year, in some 50,000 years the falls will have receded into nothing but the flow of a river.  We are fortunate to have seen it while we can. 😉

Power…

Nikola Tesla…

saw this great power of water dropping some 180 feet and realized this could be tapped to spin a turbine, to turn a shaft linked to magnetic rotors, which spinning past copper stators would produce electric energy to power industry and homes through distribution of alternating current electricity.  Together with George Westinghouse they conceived a power plant which was built on this site.  In 1905 it went into service and operated for 101 years.

The power of invention…

and thought, and massive amounts of manual labor, dynamite and machinery allowed for tapping into the power of water and gravity and transport it to where it could be used productively.  Amazing the work done and illumination accomplished.

The power plant is now a museum worth seeing.  The 2200 ft. tunnel which once was used for the outflow of water that had turned the 11 turbines of the power plant, is now a walkway which leads to a viewing platform near the base of the horseshoe falls offering another view of the power of water and gravity…

The romance of nature…

the moonrise over the falls at night as they are lit by the power of electric light, an accident of timing, human innovation and celestial power, but beautiful nonetheless.

Niagara Falls 2024

 

A Lovely Sunday

It’s nearly noon on a quiet Sunday
and I haven’t yet had my usual say
because it is on these type of days
when my muddled mind is in a haze,
when the word lazy comes to mind
and pithy thoughts are hard to find
I let empty cloud thoughts form
as the failed fleeting quiet morn
begins to fade into a sunny noon
and if I keep this going, surely soon
there’ll be a thought or two to arise
beyond the missing of today’s sunrise
and all the colors of the early morning
when a day in infancy is still forming,
and my best thoughts are known to arrive
because I feel everything and I’m more alive
when It’s early morn, and not nearly noon
no matter how I slow it down, it arrives soon,
when it’s too late for a wise thought or two
and so with these rhymes I’ll entertain you,
and you don’t have to think hard or very much
about what it means, as I’m just staying in touch….

and  wishing you a lovely Sunday!

 

Gift of Tomorrow

We should live life as optimists
knowing the sun will rise again in the morning
for if it didn’t, who will ever care?
So rise, knowing you are blessed
with life which brings us our tomorrow’s
shepherded by our Angel of Today in
her enveloping wings into a future
unknowable, unseeable and possibly even
unfathomable…

Everyone believes they have a destiny
as if faith of the future is enough, when
it is what we work for which matters and
shapes our future, it is a matter of
life preparations, of life-entangling
experiences, and a dollop of random which
shape our destiny, and all we must do
is live as an optimist would, preparing
for our tomorrows, trusting our Angel of Today…

and rise up and accept the gift of tomorrow!

 

 

Flowering Future

Sometimes unrelated things inform
on the other, creating a symbiosis of value
more than the remora knowing
its usefulness to the great white
rather, like a flower cultivated for
its beauty, could only exist for the
expressions of love we value to share,
to achieve a symbiosis of hearts,
and so beauty begets beauty, and
heart’s experience of joy ensures
the future of both, as life is given
in for love, and love gives life to
the flowering future, and we
see in the art of words, and valued
visual experience we are informed
of beauty, and thus the future of life,
and with these symbols, with beauty,
we can grow and evolve to a more
beautifully cultivated humanity.

So give a flower to someone today!

Happy Birthday Miracle

Every birth is a miracle, for we are
all here against all odds.
A billion chances must align for
our identity to be written in the stars.
A million more must align for a last
gasp of science in conception of beauty.
A thousand more give your mother the
strength to bring life to you, despite all odds.

And yet here you are!  A beautiful miracle
in which there is proof that love prevails,
that God wishes for you to have your
chance to change the world for the better
against all odds!

Happy Birthday Alayah – 27 July 2024!
Congratulations Julie and Abe!

 

 

I Believe in Magic

And how could I not?
When the sun is so hot
and the moon so cold
and the earth so old
and we are so young
here in our time, among
each other, to share this life
on the sharp-edge of a knife,
in a world of climate-brittle
where it seems so very little
we can do, but to live
fully and share and give
love, as we all pray for that
rabbit to be pulled from a hat.

Yes, I believe in magic

For I’ve seen chains unchained
and yet those lives unchanged.
I’ve seen failures redeemed
by luck, and then the esteemed
recipient be hailed as a hero
even if mad as the fiddler Nero.
And thus, a neat trick of fortune
creates a sort of wicked torsion
on the crowd-thinking masses
and they believe this luck passes
for magic, or divine intercession
leading to red-hatted accession
like the woman sawed-in-two
magically rejoined for all of you.

Do you believe in magic?

 

 

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