Naught

 

Identify with nothing.

Nothing is

a good thing 

to achieve.

Nothing to wish for,

nothing to crave.

Only our memories

are worthy to save.

Waste Not

Things change,

power passes.

What a waste of time

to place one’s name

on high.

There’s so much need for Good,

for helping selflessly.

What a waste of energy

to leave the high road for

the low.

No More Poor

I’ve been poor before, really poor.

No food, no money, no job, no ideas,

always been afraid it could happen again.

Careful as I am, it’s not going to show up soon. 

How, then, will success be measured?

Perhaps it’s in how well I manage change.

Maybe it’s in just letting the change occur.

Whatever’s coming, there are a few things I know.

I would like to laugh too much.

I will allow crying when it’s necessary.

I wish to be happy, healthy and at peace.

So, it’s not really change that’s due, at all.

It’s simply transformation.

 

Something New

 

What new opportunities await 

my yes? 

What more do I have 

to offer?

Welcoming newness,

mastering new lessons,

awaiting willingness.

Unambiguous

 

Spirit is always with me,

directing my feelings, and I

know that it leads me

to where I need to be.

My inner voice has never been

ambiguous, rather clear and direct.

The way is obvious and open.

I never hesitate or introspect.

I hear often the sad opinion 

That Spirit no longer talks to us,

that Spirit is not in its dominion,

and  one must be autonomous.

This is not true for me.

Spirit is often guiding my

life and behavior, and I often see

clearly the path, my destiny.

Inventing a Form

 

Memories might fade.

Good friends remain steadfast.

I’m so grateful I have a few.

Everything is impermanent.

Everything, except true ohana.

Hold tight to family.

Giving from my Good,

I find the most happiness,

I experience greatest pleasure.

Some friends give me things.

I see joy in their faces. 

I welcome each gift. 

I joyously give.

I happily receive too.

Circulation rules!

Grace, gratitude and generosity

seem to work 

just fine for me.

I now live the life I choose.

It has friendship and Spirit.

It holds the center.

I breathe in with grace.

I exhale with gratitude.

I find life is just too good.

Homecoming Colors

 

There was a hardy row of bushes 

behind my boyhood home,

annually filled with scented lilacs,

whose colors varied from year to year.

Likely something to do with the pH 

or the changeable Midwest weather.

I mostly liked the light purple ones,

would cut a few for a tall glass, placed

on the yellow formica kitchen table, 

so when my blue-veined, fragile mother 

came home from being on her feet

at our IGA grocery store,

she might smile at the gesture.