Miscellaneous 17’s

If you can do it,

why bother to dream it?

Do be, do be, do be.

Please let me explain.

This concept, no pain no gain,

simply a fool’s bane.

Self-glossed,

as America’s Finest City.

Who’s to argue?

Beaches.

I have, in the past,

put myself in harm’s way.

I won’t do so again.

My heart knows 

a lot of things,

but I still need

my brain 

for some matters.

This is a good day

for some random acts

of joyful beneficence

I don’t try hard to

do big things. Many little 

acts of good will do.

When I wish to find

reasons for gratitude

in life,

it’s not too hard.

When somewhere new,

it’s not the place that is foreign.

I’m the foreigner.

Come in. 

The table is brimming,

catered by Spirit.

Savor each bite.

Waiting for perfection:

That is a good way 

to not enjoy my life.

Thanksgiving:

Remembering to say thanks

for the little things each day.

Rethinking everything

about my life, so far...

...Yup, it’s pretty good.

If it were possible 

for Brussels sprouts to smell 

as good as bacon...

Long ago,

and far away,

I started home,

full of shrapnel and guilt.

It is hard to believe

in the good when

life events point otherwise.

What a difference:

discussing Spirit

and experiencing It.

Everything I do today

affects the future,

mine and everyone’s.

What the heck.

I woke up.

I am breathing.

I might as well

choose to love.

Foreign objects

enter oysters

and make pearls.

How it is with my scars.

I don’t always know

what happens when I act.

I know, though, when I don’t.

Whosoever would

be named a poet must be

a reader as well.

We all fall sometimes.

We all fail sometimes.

When you do,

give me your hand.